Starting a few days ago, every morning, the police station in the Mist City will be opened to the public.

Although there seem to be only two people entering and leaving the police station (Lawrence and Chu), at least one thing is undeniable. There is already police in this city. The police station that was rumored to never open has been opened and cases have begun to be accepted.

However, what makes people feel helpless is that no one will report the case to the police station, because the citizens here can't believe the sudden appearance of the police.

So during the working hours during the day, Lawrence just symbolically sat in the police station for a while, and then took him out for patrol.

This place is different from other places, and cases will not come to your own door.

This should have been the case today, but a thin man appeared.

He was wearing a long gray windbreaker, a top hat on his head, and a black metal cane in his hand.

When he walked into the police station gate, he took off his hat and showed his funny face.

Two beards on their lips and mice-like eyes.

With a seemingly polite but a little embarrassed smile on his face, he bowed slightly to Lawrence, holding the brim of the top hat in both hands, and limped over.

He had some sloping feet, and I think that's why he carried a cane.

"This officer, I have a case that needs your help."

The man walked to Lawrence and said with a reluctant smile.

The police station, which had no one, made the sound of his speech sound very clear.

From the outside, he looks like a person in need.

From the beginning of the man's entry, Lawrence's eyes had already fallen on him. Until the man approached, Lawrence glanced at the man up and down.

His eyes stayed on the other person's feet and cane for half a second, and he didn't know what he had discovered, but he didn't do anything extra. He just sat upright from the slightly oblique back of the chair, picked up a piece of paper and a pen from the front desk, and handed it to the man.

"If it's convenient, please fill out the form. Of course, you can also tell me directly the case you want to file."

Lawrence's attitude seemed casual.

The man did not take the paper and pen, but glanced at Chu who was standing in the corner with his eyes.

He shook his head and said.

"I believe the two police officers are very busy too. I'd better not cause too much trouble to you, just agree."

"Um."

Lawrence took back the paper and pen. In theory, no matter who declared the case, there should be some records, but this time he did not seem to stick to this point.

"So, please say it, sir."

"Mr. Police Officer." The man held his hat in front of him, as if he was sincere.

"I am a dock freighter, but recently there are always a group of hooligans coming to make trouble at my dock. They are a group of rude people who have injured my employees and snatched my goods, making my business unable to continue."

"So I want to ask Mr. Police Officer as a citizen to help me drive away those hooligans."

"That's good." Lawrence nodded and said casually while simply organizing the documents on the table.

"I understand. After telling me the address, you can go back first. When I finish handling the affairs at hand, I will come over."

"Sir, you will definitely come, right?"

The thin man, like a mouse, confirmed to Lawrence again with concern that he was like an ordinary panicked citizen.

"Of course." Lawrence raised his eyes and his eyes met the man's gaze.

"Because I'm a policeman, aren't I?"

Lawrence's voice seemed to have a sense of perseverance, pressing on the man.

"Ha." The man felt a little uncomfortable when he was stared at by Lawrence. He smiled dryly and took a step back.

"Then this is my address, please be sure to handle my case as soon as possible."

As he said that, he handed over a note that had been prepared and left in a hurry.

The man walked out of the police station door, took out a handkerchief from his chest and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Except for the person with only one eye, it was the first time he experienced this feeling of oppression in someone else's body.

Until the man walked away, Lawrence stopped his hand to sort out the documents. He turned his eyes sideways and glanced at Chu who was standing in the corner.

"At first, are you ready to kill someone?"

He asked, his eyes calming, but could hear his voice with a suppressed resentment.

“Many, many people.”

On the table, Lawrence's right palm trembled slightly.

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About two months ago, Lawrence, who was secretly investigating various forces, was blocked in the alley by a group of street gangsters.

They beat Lawrence to the point of bleeding and warned him of his behavior, then sneered while breaking his right hand with an iron rod.

They were too lazy to kill him, just teasing him like a toy.

Lawrence was very vague at that time. He only remembered that he was surrounded by a group of people, his face was stepped on by one foot and he was pressed against the cold ground, and there were severe pain everywhere on his body.

He wanted to get up from the ground angrily, but he couldn't do it. As an ordinary person, there were so few things he could do.

He watched a man raise an iron rod in front of him, and as the sound of the broken wind sounded, the iron rod fell, and a pain that almost made him faint came from his arm.

He knew his hand was broken, and before he fell into a coma, Lawrence saw a man standing there smiling and watching.

The man had two funny beards, mouse-like eyes, and a black metal cane.

Lawrence investigated this man, whose name was Rose, and was one of the important eyes and ears of One-Eyed Ham on the streets.

But Rose shouldn't remember Lawrence now. After all, he probably wouldn't have thought that the little man who investigated the gang alone would become a policeman.

And Lawrence had grown up a beard, which made him look at least ten years older.

The thin man who came to report the case was Rose. When he entered the door, Lawrence recognized him.

At the same time, Lawrence also guessed that since Rose came to report the case, the one-eyed Ham who was waiting for him at the dock was probably one-eyed Ham.

But Lawrence did not refuse Rose's request, and even agreed to his invitation.

He would go to see One-Eyed Ham, or he would, as he said, he was a policeman.

Lawrence's eyes looked at the direction Rose was leaving.

He felt that he could almost see the scene of blood flowing on the dock.

He could almost see that the streets of the Mist Capital were wiped out by blood.

Angry justice can almost be seen, the scene of evil being sanctioned.
Chapter completed!