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Woodrow's eyes flickered a little. The sudden appearance of Bradley completely disrupted his plan. What's worse was that this guy still knew him. It was obviously impossible to cut the mess with a quick knife, but this guy had to die, no matter why Valk revenge, or cover up the tail that may be caught by the Gray Temple.

"Master Bradley, although I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this murderer, but the witnesses and evidences of his murder are gathered, and he killed people from my inspectorate, so I must arrest him now , take them back with these mobs for strict review, this is a case related to our City Lord’s Mansion, I believe that the Gray Temple will not interfere indiscriminately, right?” Woodrow stood up straight, looking at Bradley’s somewhat aggressive Said.

Bradley looked at Woodrow and frowned slightly. From his reaction, he could already conclude that there must be something tricky in it, but he used the Santo's Mansion to suppress him and deliberately put the two on opposite sides, which really made him a little embarrassed.

The Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion both have the right to deal with such incidents as appropriate, especially when it involves internal casualties of a certain party, they generally will not intervene.

"You're lying! Grandpa Balabala, he's a big villain!" Amy said angrily, "Just now that villain bullied Jessica and Mother, and even killed Father, Father would only do it, and he also bullied There are a lot of people."

"Shut up, what right do you have to talk nonsense here!" Woodrow glared at Amy and shouted sharply.

"Father, he's so fierce." Amy retracted into Mag's arms all of a sudden, with a scared expression on her face.

"Hey, don't be afraid, I'm here." McGonagall stroked Amy's back to comfort her, looked at Woodrow and said slightly mockingly: "Don't allow an innocent child to tell the truth, I can only let you take it easy Is a dead fat man full of fat and fat talking nonsense? I said, is it because you have a big face that the whole world has to let you go? Your fat is all scraped off from their bodies bit by bit, you Will my conscience not ache?"

"You!" Woodrow pointed at Mag, his whole body trembling with anger. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this, dare to insult him like this.

Brandley looked at Mag, with a look of surprise on his face. Boss Mai, who is usually gentle with others, is really an enhanced version of the little boss when he scolds people.

He hesitated for a while, and was not in a hurry to speak. The cause of the incident is still unclear. Whether Gray Temple is suitable for intervention requires further judgment. I am a legend

But no matter what Woodrow said, it is absolutely impossible for him to let Boss Mai and Amy get hurt. The anger of the two great magicians is hard to bear. He whispered a few words to a team member beside him, and the man nodded. walk away quickly.

"A group of mobs who are so hungry that they can't even lift a stone because you withheld pensions; a group of people who are over 60 years old, women, and children under the age of 14; A mob subject to daily humiliation; woman's chastity is at your disposal,

Even a five or six-year-old girl can't escape the clutches of the clutches. They lie on the ground to survive, but they are humiliated with the soles of their feet. This is what you call a mob. The smile on Mag's face became colder, his eyes swept over the faces of Woodrow and the guards of the patrol house, and he asked, "Shouldn't they be angry?" Should they bear all this while alive? For the construction of the chaotic city, the miners who put their lives in the mine forever, how can they close their eyes! "

The guards lowered their heads slowly, and unconsciously put down the long knives in their hands, pointing at the ground, lowering their eyelids, not daring to look directly at Mag.

There was a sob from the crowd.

The severed finger of the young man who had calmly told how he had carried his sister up from the river to bury him dropped to the ground, and tears rolled down his immature face.

An old woman held the head of a little girl missing a hand, hugged her tightly into her arms, and cried with a suppressed voice, like an old-fashioned exhaust fan, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.

A woman with two ugly scars on her face stared blankly at Mag, tears streaming down her face.

In the silence, only the sound of suppressed sobs could be heard.

"This..." Looking at this scene, Bradley felt as if his heart was seized at once. If what Mag said was true, then in this corner where few people pay attention, these Many families of the miners who died in the city of chaos, what kind of torture and pain have they been enduring these years?

The City Lord's Mansion will distribute pensions to the families of the miners who died every month, at least to ensure that they will not go hungry, but judging by their current appearance, they don't seem to be able to fill their stomachs at all, so where are the pensions going? up? The Evil Emperor Seduces His Wife: Long Live the Poisonous Concubine

Without unreasonable hatred, it is even less likely for ordinary women, children and the elderly to violently kill someone just because of a few words.

The suppressed crying, the guards of the patrol house who bowed their heads in shame, everything seemed to be clear, Bradley slowly clenched his fists, and a burst of anger burned in his heart.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Come on, catch him! Catch all these people!" Woodrow yelled with panic on his face, waving his hands.

The guards looked at each other, hesitant.

"I am the patrol envoy, your chief! How dare you disobey my order, do you want to rebel?!" Woodrow kicked the guard beside him and shouted.

The guards looked a little dodged, but after hearing this, they slowly lifted the long knife in their hands, and walked towards Mag and the family members of the miners hesitantly.

The people of the Gray Temple watched this scene, and had their own judgments and guesses in their hearts. They spontaneously stood on both sides of Mag, holding the long sword and magic wand at their waists.

"Master Patrol Envoy, what are you guilty of?" Hearing the suppressed cries, Mag's heart became more and more heavy. Looking at Woodrow with a mocking smile, he said, "Actually, you don't need to use the Santo's Mansion." Come and suppress me, because I have seen the city lord. Tonight, the city lord's mansion will hold a meeting between the dragon and the demon clan in my restaurant. If you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can speak to the city lord slowly tonight. I believe him Would be interested in that."

"However, let's listen to their voices now. What kind of unreasonable things have you done in these years! What kind of unforgivable crimes did you, your nephew, who was regarded as your son, commit against them!" Mag looked at the families of the miners, and said in a gentle but firm voice: "I know that every statement is a cruel thing for you, but now, I hope you can tell the truth, Bradley Your lord and the Gray Temple will uphold justice for you, and let all the scum accept the justice they deserve."

"Kill him!" Woodrow yelled at McGonagall.

"Stop! I am the elder of the Ducha Division of the Gray Temple, the seventh-level magician Bradley, and now this incident is designated as a fourth-level incident, and the Gray Temple will officially take over. It has nothing to do with anyone, please back off!" Right here At that time, Bradley, who had been silent for a long time, took a step forward, holding a gray-black token in his hand.