Seeing the four children walking towards him under the gaze of the fierce men behind, Roman continued to walk slowly forward as if he was ignorant, but just adjusted his direction a little.
The children in front of them pretended to play and ran towards Roman. From Roman's perspective, their every move was clear, and their desperate acts seemed so funny.
But Roman couldn't laugh at all.
Looking at the bulky but actually flexible Roman, he easily avoided the children's hands, ignored them, and continued to walk towards the direction of the men in front of him.
They also seemed to notice Roman had discovered them, and turned around and ran into the dark alley behind them.
There are very few gas lights on the main roads in the East District, and the lights are dim, let alone those alleys.
Perhaps I wanted to use the dark alley to block Roman's vision and avoid Roman by relying on his familiarity with the terrain.
Roman looked at the three people who had their backs for him, bowed their heads and bent down, picked up three small stones from the ground, slammed them with his hands, and then threw them into the dark alley.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Three stones accurately hit the three people's calves. They fell to the ground in an instant, hugging their legs and rolling constantly.
People outside heard screams from the alley. No one wanted to see what was going on, and everyone ran away.
The way for people in the East District to survive is to stay away from these troubles.
Except for the children who stood behind Roma and saw all the movements of Roma, they seemed to be scared to the spot and dared not move.
Instead of caring about the children behind him, Roman walked into the dark alley and came to the three strong men.
The three people rolling and screaming on the ground due to the pain also saw Roman's arrival.
Among them, there was a bearded man with a long scar on his face, shouting at Roman, "What the North Wind Party, what the Griffin Boss, what the one you want to look good about."
Roman was too lazy to listen, so he picked up a not-so-thick wooden stick from the side and smashed it to the scarred face's mouth.
He broke several teeth in an instant, and beat the rest of his words back, covering his mouth and making a whimper.
Roman looked at the two men next to him and asked in an emotional tone:
"Can you speak well?"
The two men hugged their wounded legs and were trembling. One of them was a little older man looking at his companion with some fear, and said, "Yes."
"Just just heard him." Roman pointed at the scar face covering his mouth with a stick, scaring him so much that he hid back, "Listen to him, what is the North Wind Party? Tell me, what's your name?"
"My name is Craigor, and I'm from the 'North Wind Party'."
"This is a gang of many people from the coast of the sea, controlling several neighborhoods."
Only then did Roman realize that the slightly gray-haired man in front of him did not have a local accent.
"What's going on with those kids?"
When Craig heard Roman's question, he didn't know that he had seen his behavior just now. Looking at Luge who was miserable beside him, Craig didn't dare to hide it and said honestly:
"Some of them are orphans we brought from the city of Jianhai County, and many of them are from the East District, we..."
"Wait, are they really orphans?"
Roman looked at Craigor in front of him, and did not use extraordinary abilities. It was just the pressure from the spiritual power of the extraordinary, which made Craigor feel a little breathless.
"No, not all, some of them are from the countryside of Jianhai. They took them out while their parents were not paying attention."
A layer of gray fog seemed to condense in Roman's eyes, "Aren't you afraid of these children calling the police? This is Beckland."
Craigor dared not look up at Roman, and replied with his head down: "These children were originally transported to the colony by smuggling ships. Recently, martial law was imposed on the Port of Pritz and surrounding waters. The smuggling ships were affected, so they could only stay in Baker for the time being.
Rand.”
"Our boss said we couldn't raise them for nothing, so let's take them out..."
Roman did not choose to continue listening and kicked him in the stomach. Even if he closed his strength, he made Craig directly lie on the ground, bowing his body, like a cooked Enmat red shrimp.
Roman looked at the last young man, and he had been lying on the ground with his head down from the beginning to now, trembling.
He poked his shoulder with the stick in his hand, "Where are the children you caught? How many guards are there? How many children are still outside?"
“In the basement of a single-family building at 24 Alank Street, there are not only those children, but also some other people who are going to send to the colony, with about ten guards. I don’t know how many children are outside now.
, but they will be taken back to that basement at twelve o'clock in the evening."
Roman turned around and saw the four children standing far behind him just now.
Roman walked over and looked at them:
"Why don't you run away?"
"Sir, this area is their chassis. Without your help, even if we run away now, they will soon be caught back by them."
One of the older boys with dark red hair and a lot of freckles on his face was brave enough to look up at Roman and said.
When Roman heard this, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him:
"What's your name? Have you been to school?"
Roman heard him speak as if he was educated.
"My name is Claiter, sir, Claiter Pace, I did go to school."
"Kelite, how did you get brought here?"
The boy named Clayte Pais looked a little dull and said in a low voice:
"I came from Conston, Jianhai County. I originally had a happy family. My father was a grain businessman. A few months ago, my father's company went bankrupt. After the bankruptcy, he drank alcohol all day and died at home. My mother suffered a lot of money.
If he couldn't get a blow, he would soon become ill and eventually died."
"The houses and manors of my family were used to pay off my debts, and I became a homeless orphan and were abducted here by them."
"Your family..."
Roman was about to ask, but suddenly saw a short figure walking towards the entrance of the alley. Roman thought he was the companion of these children at first.
When the figure approached, a girl in a traditional knight training uniform with messy and rough shoulder-length blond hair appeared in Roman's eyes, about 1.5 meters tall, with delicate facial features but a little baby fat.
Her baby face was extremely serious, looking at Roman and the figures lying on the ground behind Roman.
This feeling of déjà vu...
Isn't this the "judgment" lady?
Roman thought to himself, but his face was quiet, looking at Kreit next to him, and his tone was relaxed:
"Claiter, is this lady with you too?" This chapter has been completed!