Listening to Clete's plea, Roman put his hand on his shoulder and said:
"Don't be impatient, tell me slowly, what's going on? Who is Zamiya? What's wrong with her?"
Kelite scratched his messy long red hair, took a sip of water, and said:
"Mr. Roman,"
"Zamia is one of the children you rescued from the North Wind Party that day. She is from Constant like me."
"She is younger than me, only 13 years old, and she is an orphan."
"Because we are both from Constant City, we are relatively familiar with each other."
"After you destroyed the North Wind Party, because we were homeless, the police arranged for us to be placed in an orphanage at the intersection of the East District and the Bridge District."
"I thought life would gradually get better. We have food in the orphanage and can be taught how to read."
"Although I am literate, for Zamiya and the many illiterate friends who came to the orphanage with us, this kind of life is already very good."
"But last night, Zamiya said that after going to church to pray, she never came back."
"We searched everywhere, and later we heard that someone saw her being taken away by the Phillies on the way back."
"We tried to look for him, but we were beaten up by the gang members."
"I really have no choice but to come here and ask for your help."
"Mr. Roman, please save Zamia!"
Only then did Roman notice that there were many bruises on Clay's freckled face, like new scars.
He frowned and said, "Didn't you call the police?"
"Of course!" Clete's tone was full of anger:
"But they only said they knew about it and asked us to go back and wait for news without taking any action."
"We knew clearly that she was in the hands of the Whirlpool party, but there was nothing we could do. The police ignored the clues we provided."
The Whirlpool Party is a larger gang active in the East District and controls many women who work in special industries in the East District.
Roman was thinking about the information about the Philip Party in his mind, and listening to what Clete was talking about about the 13-year-old Zamiya, he stood up and said in a deep voice:
"Take me there."
Clete's eyes sparkled with surprise and he said loudly: "Okay, come with me, Mr. Roman."
With that said, he rushed out of the room at a trot.
Roman followed closely behind.
We came to an East District street called Black Pine Street.
He looked at the conspicuous two-story house at the end of the street with a handle on the door.
"Mr. Roman, this is it."
Not knowing the specific situation inside this time, Roman didn't act rashly.
Taking out the psychic blade, Roman began to communicate with nearby spirits.
Under Clete's anxious eyes, Roman drove several spirits to observe the situation in the house.
Through his spirit body, Roman saw the gang members patrolling the yard. In a living room on the second floor of the house, several gang leaders were gathering together to drink. He saw the teenagers and girls locked up in the basement. They looked young.
.
Several spirit entities swaggered around the house several times without causing any alarm. Either they were ordinary people inside, or the Extraordinary beings inside were at a relatively low level.
No matter what it was, Roman didn't hesitate anymore.
Moreover, extraordinary people are not cabbage. Roman doesn't think he can meet them casually in an ordinary gang.
Roman looked at Clete: "What does Zamia look like?"
"She has blond hair, blue eyes, and a slim figure, less than 1.5 meters tall." Clayt replied.
Roman nodded. A spirit he had just driven saw a girl matching the description in the basement.
Without another word, Roman grabbed a handful of stones from the ground nearby.
From Clete's perspective, Roman walked toward the two-story house while throwing stones with his right hand as if at random.
Along the way, I saw the stronger-looking gang members lying on the ground one after another holding their bellies, wailing in pain.
Roman did not choose to kill these gang members directly. After all, this is Backlund, and order must be respected, and people cannot kill casually.
He just chose to make the gang members on the opposite side lose their fighting ability. They were hit in the chest and abdomen by stones, and the pain was so severe that the gang members could not stand up at all.
Some people are even so painful that they have difficulty breathing and cannot even scream.
With Roman's current strength, he can deal with these ordinary people, let alone use weapons.
Even if you take action, it's not necessary.
Roman just threw stones all the way, and after clearing the gang members on the first floor, he came to the basement.
Roman couldn't help but shook his head as he watched Clete go to untie the captured girls.
This gangster used the word "rabble" to describe them as a compliment.
He entered so casually, but the gang members upstairs didn't react at all.
Roman handed Crete the Storm Badge that Fred had given him before, and asked him to take the victims to the nearest Storm Church and contact the priest there to call the police. Roman slowly walked up the stairs and came to the door of the house.
Second floor.
Open the door and rocks fly out.
Many gang members didn't even know what was happening, so they just lay on the ground.
Roman came to a man who looked like a leader, pulled up a chair and sat down, stepped on his stomach with his foot, and asked in a calm tone:
"Are you the leader of the Philanthropy Party?"
The man endured the pain, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the sudden enemy.
"I am... from the Whirlpool Party, the leader of this neighborhood. Who are you? What... do you want to do?"
Roman didn't answer his question. He looked around and saw the wine and food on the table, which had no East End characteristics at all.
Oh……
Roman put more force on his feet:
"You quite enjoy it."
"What are you going to do with the girls you captured?"
Roman asked expressionlessly.
"W-what girl? I don't know..."
Roman stepped down violently.
"ah!"
"Well, those are the orphans we have been observing and looking for. We plan to, after training them, select a few obedient ones and send them to Marigolds."
"Where are the marigolds?"
"Jin, Marigold is the largest brothel in the Backlund Bridge area, the illegal kind."
Roman was not surprised, and then asked:
"How long have you been doing this?"
"I've been doing this since I joined the Democratic Party."
Roman looked at the man at his feet: "I see there are many boys in the basement?"
Seeing that he was hesitant, Roman stepped on his hand directly.
"Ah! I said, I said."
"In the Bridge District and Joe Wood District, there are many, many special places that provide services to customers with more unique hobbies. These little boys are also sent there after being trained."
"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Roman asked suppressing his anger.
"They are all orphans. No one will pursue them. The police will not bother with their disappearance, and no one will even report them."
Roman was interrogating gang members here and learned the details of the Fei Party and many gangs in the East District.
During this period, a gang member took out a pistol from his waist and tried to fight back, but Roman stepped on his right hand holding the gun and fainted.
Upon seeing this, the gang members nearby became more honest, answered all questions, and told Roman about the gang situation.
While Roman was waiting for Crete to call the members of the Church of Storms and the police, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
People living in the East District not only have to endure hunger and poverty, but are also exploited by gangs. Although the existence of gangs maintains order in the East District to a certain extent, they can maintain normal operations even when the police do not act.
But they brought more suffering to the people in the East District.
Even those relatively "kind" gangs were founded on the oppression of the poor in the East Side.
A weak person will only punch at an even weaker person.
This world of cannibalism...
Just as Roman was sighing, he saw Crete leading a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe from the Church of Storms.
Clete returned the storm badge to Roman, and shouted "Mr. Roman" with some disappointment.
This scene in Roman's imagination was a little different from the scene where the Church of Storms sent a team to bring in the police.
Roman saluted the priest of the Church of Storms and asked:
"Mr. Priest, are you the only one here?"
The middle-aged priest drew a Holy Emblem of the Storm on his chest and said, "Yes, Your Excellency, the others are busy now and cannot come here."
"Let me convey your message to the bishop. I will follow you to the police station, and the police will handle this gang case."
"The church will not be involved."
Roman listened, a little silent.
After a moment, he asked: "Even if there are followers of the Storm Lord among these children?"
"There are not only believers of the Lord among these children." The middle-aged priest said calmly.
"Sir, let's go to the nearby police station together." He continued, "I believe the police will give these children freedom and these gang members will receive a fair trial under the law."
"You have to believe in the law, this is Backlund."
Roman looked down at the priest with a serious face and some white hair, and said nothing.
He also looked at Roman without blinking his eyes.
After a long time, Roman slowly spoke:
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Priest, then please go to the nearby police station to report the case. I have other things to do, so I won't delay."
Roman didn't wait for the priest's reply, glanced at Clete, and walked out of the room.
Clete followed Roman and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Roman?"
Roman stopped, looked back at him, with a serious expression on his face, and asked:
"Is Zamia a believer in the goddess of the night?"
Kelite was a little confused by the question, but he thought about it and answered:
"Yes, she believes in the goddess of the night."
Roman nodded and continued to stride outside.
Clete quickly followed.
Roman threw the spare key of his house in the East District to Clete, and took out a 5-pound note. After thinking about it, he changed the 5-pound note into a similar amount of 5 soles and 1 sole.
Fragments of banknotes and coins, said to Clete:
"Take it, take the children and squeeze into my house first, and prepare some food for them."
"What about you? Mr. Roman." Clete took the banknotes and keys and looked at Roman.
Roman didn't answer his question, but said to him:
"I will get back there as soon as possible, you go first."
Seeing Clete turning away, Roman turned his head, found a taxi, and headed towards the North District.
He is going to St. Samuel's Church.
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