The ambulance is coming over—

The strong black man was carried onto a stretcher. At this moment, he was still cursing, "It was him who beat me! It was that bastard who beat me! I want to sue him!"

As a lawyer, Du Chunmei is proficient in laws on both sides of Hong Kong and the UK and is negotiating with two British policemen.

Some people who watched the fun before also stood up to prove that the black man took action first, and the black man injured a white man before that.

The white man in his thirties also stood up to prove that he told the police what happened.

British police actually don’t like these black people.

It’s not that racial discrimination is not discrimination, but mainly because these black people don’t learn well, and they are often criminals. They either do a thief or kidnap or robbery.

If British police arrest too much, they will inevitably become bored with these black people.

No matter where you are in the world, people often respect your personality and the spirit of hard work, not your skin color.

now--

The British police had roughly understood the reason, and some justice testified that the strong black man falsely accused the white man and beat Ruan Jun first. Ruan Jun had no choice but to fight back.

Legally, this is called "self-defense".

Moreover, Ruan Jun just knocked the black man out without causing any other harm, because it did not constitute a crime such as "overdefense".

On the contrary, the strong black man is likely to face charges such as "disturbance" and "provocational fight" after being discharged from the hospital.

After the police left—

The white man took the initiative to walk to Song Zhichao to express his gratitude.

Song Zhichao didn't care, just said that no one would sit idly by and watch.

The white man became even more grateful, and then said that he lived nearby and had time to invite Song Zhichao to his house as a guest.

Song Zhichao nodded, saying that if he had time, he could go over and sit.

Before leaving, the white man suddenly remembered that he had not told Song Zhichao's name yet, and hurriedly said that his name was Jarente Howard.

Song Zhichao said, Oh, Jarente Howard, I remember it.

suddenly--

"You're back!" Song Zhichao called Jarente from behind.

The white man - Jarente looked surprised and didn't understand what the "benefactor" called him to do.

Song Zhichao asked him with a smile, "You said your name is Jarente Howard, so what is your relationship with that Duke Philip Howard?"

Originally, this was just a casual question from Song Zhichao, but he didn't expect-

Jarenter's face suddenly changed and he said, "Do you know Philip?" His eyes were full of panic and alert.

Who is Song Zhichao?

When you look at the other person's expression, you will know that there is a chance.

So Song Zhichao comforted Jarente and said, "I just met him and I'm not very familiar with him. After all, he is the duke of the British Empire." His tone was a little sarcastic.

Sure enough, this trick is very effective.

Jarente immediately relaxed his guard and said, "He is my uncle!"

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, but did not show it. Instead, he smiled and said, "It turns out that you are also from the Howard family, and you are one of the best nobles in the UK. You are so disrespectful!"

Jarente looked self-deprecating: "I am no aristocrat, now I can't even have enough food!"

"Oh, why is this happening?"

Faced with Song Zhichao's doubts, Jarente did not answer, but looked at the McDonald's. It was already noon, and his stomach and his family were already hungry.

Song Zhichao raised his eyebrows and said to Ruan Jun: "Go, buy some hamburgers, fried chicken legs, etc. I want to go to Mr. Jarente's house to sit!"

...

London, England - Slums -

"No, the place where I live is here!" Jarente pointed to a mottled and dilapidated building on the wall.

Some black kids play basketball on the roadside.

There are also some hip-hop boys with long hair, hugging the girl and whispering.

Seeing Song Zhichao and his party walking, these people looked curious.

"Hi Jarente, do you have any friends here?" A boy with an explosive head sat on the railing, shouting at Jarente with a white girl in his arms.

Jarent said with a smile: "Little John, you are lying to the girl again, be careful, don't be discovered by you!"

"Don't worry, he's looking for more horses than mine!" Little John giggled, but looked up and down at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao winked at Ruan Jun.

Ruan Jun handed over a large bag of hamburgers and fries that he was carrying.

Little John was not polite, so he took it directly, and shook his eyes at Song Zhichao and said, "Thank you, man! You are a beautiful friend!"

Jarente laughed and scolded: "Don't be big or small! This is my honorable guest!"

Little John took a bite of the hamburger, then bowed to Song Zhichao in a gentlemanly manner and said, "Yes, a distinguished guest!"

Along the way, I met many children who looked like little John.

According to Jarente, these are all children from poor families, who either cannot afford to go to school or are unwilling to go to school.

Their parents were unwilling to discipline them, so these children were scattered around in the slums.

Some people later went to society and understood the difficulties of being a human being, and began to work hard, but more of them went on the evil path and eventually became criminals.

"Hey, this is the environment that determines people's fate!" Jarente finally sighed, "What I fear most now is my children, I am afraid that they will learn bad things as well. After all, we have the blood of the Howard family... It's not that I am proud of anything, I just don't want to humiliate this identity."

Even if Jarente did not explain, Song Zhichao understood his mood at the moment.

The nobles of the British Empire for hundreds of years have fallen to this point, and no one can feel worried.

...

Although Song Zhichao was prepared in his heart—

But he was still shocked by the environment of Jarente's family.

There was only about thirty square meters, but a family of five lived in a family of five.

Jarente, his wife, and three children, to be precise, one son and two daughters.

When Jarente's wife Luo Lisa saw her husband bringing in with outsiders, she looked surprised.

The three children who were huddling together to watch TV also widened their eyes, looking at Song Zhichao and others who suddenly came in.

Song Zhichao looked at such a family and said nothing, but just gave Ruan Jun a wink.

then--

Jarente's family, who was hungry, was immediately conquered by delicious foods such as hamburgers, fried chicken legs, and French fries.

Jarente and his wife were busy cleaning up the house, putting away all the abandoned newspapers, instant noodles bags, and some unnecessary things, and giving up their seats for Song Zhichao and the others.

After working hard for most of the day, Song Zhichao and the others had a place to sit down.

Through the busyness of the couple just now, Song Zhichao also realized that they were not the stuff of housework at all. From this, it can be seen that they must have been the aristocratic character who used to be clothes and food to open their mouths, but how could it be like this?

Song Zhichao was full of doubts, and Jarente, who was watching the children eating happily, was in a bad mood. After Song Zhichao asked this question, he immediately said angrily: "This is all thanks to my good uncle Philip!"
Chapter completed!