Volume 6: Helping the World Chapter 174: What Happened in the Snow Wolf Tribe’s Capital (Part 2)
Wangcheng City Police Station is located at the intersection of Ninth Avenue and Tenth Avenue, facing a quiet and elegant street garden in the bustling city, and on both sides are good-quality hotels and clothing stores.
As the official violent agency in the royal city second only to the city defense team, the city police has a four-story facade with a lobby. Entering through the lobby, you can see a courtyard with more than 20 special carriages parked; on the left side of the courtyard are the city police's office area, interrogation room, temporary detention room, etc., and on the right are the police's independent offices, archives room, conference room, physical evidence storage room, etc.; the building behind the courtyard, which is mainly made of thick stone bricks and has tall and narrow windows, is the city's prison unique to the city police.
"…From murder criminals to thieves and street swindlers, all cases that do not involve professional strongmen are handled by the city police chief . Minor criminals are detained for three to ten days before being released. If they are criminals who need to be tried in court, those with sentences of less than one year will be detained by the prison of this police chief, and those with sentences of more than one year will be taken to the mines for forced labor."
After the accompanying guard handed the token from Butler Claudy to the counter in the reception hall, a police inspector on duty came out to receive the visiting prairie delegation and invited them to the reception room on one side of the hall for tea and chat.
The superintendent was quite young, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. To be able to serve as a superintendent (similar to the chief of police or captain of criminal investigation) at such a young age, he must have a good background and be smart enough. When he found that two of the guests he was receiving had vulgar manners and big hands and feet, the object of his courtesy was fixed on Balke, who looked like a great aristocrat (even royal) in every way.
Unfortunately, Mr. Balk was not someone who could please him just because he wanted to. The police inspector was reserved, humble and enthusiastic, but he didn't listen to him at all. Instead, he looked around with a bored look on his face...
Superintendent: “…”
"Specifically, what kind of wrongdoings will lead to people being arrested by you?" The grassroots chief took out a charcoal notebook and took notes very carefully.
The superintendent first glanced at Balk, and seeing that the suspected nobleman had no objection, he began to introduce the public security laws of the royal city... which were not much different from those in other cities. Stealing property, fighting and injuring people, gathering to cause trouble, damaging public facilities, raping women, murder - and other illegal and disorderly behaviors were all the control targets of the city police superintendent.
The grassroots chief nodded and recorded quickly. He didn't have the chance when he passed by Elliot Palace. The security laws of Valentine and Bolton Territory tribes had been systematically collected, and they were similar to the security laws of the royal city of St. Bridge.
The police inspector who was explaining the event was somewhat confused and looked at the grassroots chieftain who was writing swiftly... How would the Chinese feel when seeing Li Kui reciting poems and composing essays? This police inspector felt the same way. His arms, which were thicker than other people's calves, could actually be used to hold a pen?!
"It's so boring, grassroots. What's fun here?" Balke finally lost his patience and slapped the armrest of the sofa in a temper.
"Wait a little longer, it will be fun to go see the prisoner soon." The Grassroots Chief said to comfort him casually, "Mr. Superintendent, please continue."
Superintendent: “…”
Balk turned to look at Ashan and said, "Why don't we go shopping? It's too boring to be with the grassroots."
"I don't want to go shopping with you because you always complain about this and that, and no matter how good my mood is, I will tell you that it's gone." Ashan shook his head.
"Even you dislike me!" Balke slapped the armrest.
"It's you who look down on others, okay?" Ashan told the truth.
"Then I don't dislike you, at least not today."
Ashan was too lazy to give him a good look.
"Look, grassroots, even Ashan is like this!" Balke still had the nerve to complain.
"Okay, okay... let's go see the prisoner now." The Grassroots Chief wrote down the general outline of the law of public security, closed the notebook and stood up, "Mr. Superintendent, can you take us to visit the detention center?"
"...Okay." The superintendent secretly swallowed his saliva. How could he have made a mistake? Could it be that this ruffian was the butler of a nobleman or something like that... ?
In the building on the left, through the lobby on the first floor is the detention room for temporary detention of minor criminals. Iron fences separate the small compartments and many people are locked up inside.
"The thief who broke into a house in Red Maple Lane and stole flour and spices from a household cupboard was sentenced to ten days' detention after being caned."
The young man hiding in the corner had purple whip marks on his face, and he looked at the police superintendent who was pointing at him casually with fear.
"The little thief who trampled on Baron Hampton's garden, the Baron requires that he be kept in custody for more than eight days."
The thin man with an unhappy look on his face glared at him fiercely.
"Drunk guys fighting on Ninth Avenue..."
Two men with red noses rushed over and grabbed the iron fence and shouted outside: "Mr. Superintendent, it was really not me who broke the counter of the Redwood Tavern, it was him!"
"What did you say? It was obviously you who broke it with the chair!"
"Bullshit, I'm hitting you!"
The superintendent was too lazy to pay attention to them and walked to the next room. "The vendor who soiled the gate of Baron Cecil's house will be detained for ten days. The hooligans who damaged public property in Baker Gardens will be detained for six days. The servant of Lord Aldridge's house injured a citizen and was detained for five days..."
The superintendent knew all the prisoners in the detention center by heart and could report the background and detention period of each one. He was quite capable and no wonder he was able to easily compete with several superintendents on duty for the business of receiving royal guests.
If such a hardworking person could catch the eye of Prince Carlisle, he might really be given an important position...Carlisle has not yet started with the grassroots departments, but it is only a matter of time.
Unfortunately, the superintendent's hard work... found the wrong audience. Balk was somewhat interested at first, but after seeing a few dusty prisoners, he lost interest and listened with one ear and out the other. As for the grassroots chief & Ashan, his expression became more and more weird...
Ah Shan had the best memory in the tribe. He found out halfway through the police superintendent's introduction that at least one-third of these "criminals" did not meet the punishment requirements of the Royal City's public security law, and his expression became particularly confused. As for the grassroots tribe leader, he gradually realized what Ah Yun meant by "laws and enforcement are two different things", and his expression became quite subtle...
Xiao Yun had reminded them to keep their eyes and ears but not their mouths, so Ah Shan and the Grassroots Chief said nothing...
"These are the minor criminals in custody." After touring the detention room, the capable superintendent said with reserve and a little pride, "Prison tours require permission from the director. I can apply for you. Are you interested, distinguished guests?" His eyes fell on Balk.
Balke pursed his lips and looked at the grassroots with resentment.
The Grassroots Chief ignored him and said politely, "Of course, thank you, Mr. Superintendent."
The superintendent simply assumed that the grassroots patriarch was the young master's housekeeper, tutor, and so on. He took the guests back to the reception room to wait for a while, and then went to the director to ask for instructions in high spirits.
As soon as the man left, Balk jumped up and said, "What's so interesting about a group of people locked in cages? If you want to see it, can I catch some for you to see? Grassroots, you promised me that you could go shopping!"
"Didn't we walk around here when we came? We walked along two whole streets." said the grassroots chief.
"That counts?!" Balk was shocked.
"Don't be impatient. You have to complete the task before you can do anything else." The Grassroots Chief winked at Ashan, and the two of them worked together to push Balk back...
While Balke was struggling, a woman in a scarf stumbled into the reception hall of the city police separated by a wall, supported by a servant.
Two uniformed police officers immediately stopped her: "Madam——"
"Don't stop me, I want to see the Chief!" the woman with messy hair screamed, "Aldridge occupied our store in Guiwei Lane. All the merchants in Guiwei Lane can testify to this! Why don't you do anything? Isn't your city police chief responsible for these things?!"
"Please calm down, ma'am. Disputes between merchants fall under the jurisdiction of the Market Management Department. Even if you go to the Director General many times, it will be useless. Our city police chief has no jurisdiction over this..."
"But the people from the market management department said that to prove that it is our store, we must have a certificate from the city police chief! That is the store that our family has run for several years, and our family's household registration is there. Why can't the city police chief give me a certificate?!"
"Madam, your family was registered with the city police ten years ago. Our files can prove that No. 71 Guiwei Lane is indeed owned by your family. However, your family privately converted the house into a store afterwards, which is not recorded in our files. Therefore, the city police can only show your family's housing certificate... If Lord Aldridge occupied your house, our city police would naturally communicate with the Lord and at least compensate your house..."
The woman lost her mind halfway through and screamed: "What is the value of a house compared to a shop on the street?! Can Aldridge just give me a shabby house in the alley to exchange for my shop? You are dereliction of duty, you are Aldridge's accomplice!!"
"Please calm down, ma'am. You saw us arrest the criminal who injured your husband with your own eyes!"
"But you only arrested Aldridge's manservant!"
People entering and leaving the hall avoided the woman who was making a lot of noise and arguing with the police officers with a look of disgust and hatred. Words like "unbecoming" and "shameless" could be heard even in the reception room.
The Grassroots Chief and Ashan listened to the whole thing, and both of them looked a little heavy.
"Aldrich? Why does it sound familiar?" Balke looked puzzled.
"The criminal we just saw was a servant of the Aldridge family, who injured a citizen," said Ah Shan. "The public security law stipulates that the penalty for injuring someone is 20 strokes of the cane and three months in jail, but that servant only had to be locked up for five days."
The six guards who were standing nearby, as quiet as chickens and very professional, looked at Ashan in surprise. Ashan's silly and cute aura could not be hidden if they were exposed to him for more than five minutes. The guards could never have imagined that this snow werewolf who only looked decent when he didn't speak could have such a good memory?
"Oh...that means Lord Aldridge is quite privileged." Balk raised his eyebrows.
"Shh!" Ashan and the grassroots chief gestured synchronously.
"Aren't there only us and them here? What does it matter if we talk?" Balk pointed at the guards. "As Ah Yun said, unreasonable use of power will undermine the authority of the rules. The city police chief is holding the rice bowl of order and smashing the pot of order. They are capable of doing this and why don't they let us speak?"
"..." The guards stared at Balk blankly. This idiot with a gorgeous appearance didn't seem to be as stupid as he looked...
"Kick that bitch out and don't disturb the guests." The superintendent came back after receiving instructions and saw the situation in the hall. He called the police officer on duty and gave him a stern order, then walked in with a reserved and polite smile, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
Balk chuckled, rolled his eyes and looked away... Uncle Green Dragon really looked down on this kind of stuff.
At the same time, at the city defense team headquarters on Central Avenue.
Xia managed to stay calm, while Mumu and Ashu looked dazed: "......(￣△￣；)"
With the token from Claude, the chief palace guard, paving the way, and the personal guards of His Royal Highness the Prince personally escorting them, although there was no face-man like Balke to save the occasion, the three of them were also warmly received by the city defense team.
Xia is a leopard among the cats, whose combat power is second only to that of the tigers. He has distinctive eyes and is obviously from another race. The city defense officer who entertained them was confused and thought that the palace had specially invited these grassland people to visit the "muscles" of St. Bridget, so he led the group into the headquarters training ground with a generous smile.
To be fair... as the strongest elite force in the royal city that deals with professional-level crimes, the city defense team does have capital to be proud of. The grassroots team officers all have the strength of the second level or above, and there are five third-level strongmen in charge, which is enough to deal with the frequent crimes committed by professional-level strongmen in the royal city.
But this level of muscle is not enough for the three people who do business in the Elf Port and the Dark Elf Dungeon...
The city defense team official proudly introduced the team members who were sweating on the training ground. The three people who were following behind to visit looked at each other and exchanged glances. Mumu and Ashu's eyes were focused on Xia.
Mumu made faces and Ashu lip-synced honestly.
Xia: “…”Okay.
So Xia used his skills in dealing with the members of the big dark elf families in the dungeon, and boasted about it with his eyes closed, making the city defense officers who wanted to show off very happy...
Mumu & Ashu wiped their sweat together. Fortunately, Xia was there. If it were them, they wouldn't be able to lie so confidently...
The situation with these two groups is relatively calm, but the marketing management department is more troublesome.
The three people from the Wangcheng Market Management Department and the Civilian Business Management Center, which are only slightly smaller than the city defense team and slightly larger than the city police, were invited into the reception room and drank tea for half a day. They have not yet been received by the officials.
For the fifth time, Chief Ali looked at the guards accompanying them.
The six guards were sweating profusely. One of the captains said with a guilty conscience , "Mr. Li, I'm sorry... The marketing department belongs to Prince Hillbottom. His Royal Highness's people... are not very close to Butler Claudy. Uh... We didn't expect that they would treat His Royal Highness's guests so coldly."
"Personnel struggles are above everything else. Ayun said the worst people like to do this." Daha said coldly .
Chief Ali thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter if the officials here don't have time to deal with us. Can we just take a look around on our own?"
The captain of the guards apologized and ran out to inquire. After a while, he came back with a sullen look on his face: "Hmm..."
"Okay, I get it." Chief A Li said unhappily, "In that case, why don't we go to the market instead of wasting the whole day?"
The captain of the guards probably felt it was too embarrassing and too humiliating, so he sent someone out from the marketing department to find a businessman who had connections with the palace guards to act as a "guide" and lead the three guests to the Thirteenth Avenue, the most prosperous avenue in the royal city.
Unlike the commercial center of the Free City of Valentine, the merchants on the main road of Thirteenth Avenue all have aristocratic backgrounds, and ordinary people cannot open stores here; even the tour guide merchants who have connections with the palace guards can only open shops in the alleys. When introducing the merchants on both sides of the avenue, this small merchant had a face full of envy:
"...This hotel is known as the 'No. 1 in the Royal City'. The owner is the nephew of Count Harris. Every year during the harvest month, Grand Duchess Dewitt will hold a banquet in the top hall on the fifth floor to entertain the city's celebrities and noble ladies..."
"Grand Duchess? Is there a Grand Duchess in Saint Bridge?" Chief A Li asked curiously. He had met the Countess of Kronin and had some understanding of the top nobles in the human kingdom.
"No, she is the eldest daughter of Earl Harris who married into the Duchy of Llanelli. After the death of Grand Duke DeWitt, she returned to settle in St. Bridget and maintained the friendly relations between the Duchy of Llanelli and St. Bridget." The small businessman hurriedly explained.
Count Harris and Prince Hillbottom are sworn enemies. If anyone says that there is an Archduchess in their country, it would offend His Royal Highness the Prince... Although the prince has been humiliated by His Royal Highness the Prince in the past two years, he is not someone that a small person can afford to offend.
"The Principality of Lanelli?" Daha was puzzled. Why was the content of his class different from that of Ayun?
Chief Ali gave Daha a look, and Daha shut his mouth.
"What does that store do?" Chief Ali pointed to another store that looked quite luxurious.
"Oh, that's..."
"Ouch! What are you doing?!"
Dahe cried out suddenly, and Chief Ali looked back to find that Dahe was trapped in a thick and sturdy fishing net. Several big men were grabbing the edges of the fishing net and trying to drag Dahe away.
Chief A Li: “???”
"Stop!" The six plainclothes guards were shocked and drew their swords, stepping forward and repelling the man who was trying to catch someone.
Arresting people would have been fine, but showing off their weapons in the street scared passers-by so much that they screamed and tried to get out of the way. In the chaos, dozens of armed thugs rushed out from nowhere, some assisted their companions in attacking the guards, while others rushed over to pull the fishing net that had trapped Dahe.
When the small businessman saw this situation, he immediately covered his head and hid far away.
Harris' eyes turned cold, he drew out his dagger and stepped forward to stop the thugs who were dragging Dahe. Chief Ali also rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, grabbed one, lifted him up and threw him away.
Da He was dragged to the ground and couldn't get up. He scratched and bit the fishing net with his claws and teeth in anger, but he couldn't break it. He pounded the ground in anger and said, "What are you doing? Let me out if you can...Ah, you're still dragging me!"
The palace guards were quite powerful (at least among humans), Harris and Chief Li were also quite strong, but the other side simply outnumbered them, and Dahe, who was tied up like a live pig, was dragged away piece by piece... Across the street, the door of the carriage that had been parked there from time to time had been opened.
The captain of the guards was anxious, not caring about his face, and shouted loudly: "We are the palace guards! Come and stop them, His Royal Highness will reward you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many passers-by became restless. Some civilian armed personnel, such as adventurers and travelers who were spending the winter in the royal city, squeezed in with shining eyes.
Before these civilian "volunteers" could join the battle, a man dressed as a noble butler jumped out of a carriage across the road, glared around majestically, and shouted sternly: "Prince Hilbott is arresting runaway slaves, who dares to make trouble?!"
Taiga & Ari tribe leader: “???”
"This is His Royal Highness's guest!" The captain of the guards almost vomited blood.
The man who seemed to be the prince's butler sneered and pointed at Harris: "The lowly and cold-blooded snake tribe is the guest of His Royal Highness? Do you want to humiliate the Ferdinand family? Listen, this group of people are fake palace guards, trying to abduct His Royal Highness's slaves! Anyone who dares to help will be regarded as an accomplice!"
The "volunteers" who had just squeezed out of the crowd didn't want to meddle in other people's business when they heard the name of Prince Hilbott, but when they saw that there was really a snake tribe, they immediately retreated...
Harris stared at the suspected butler, his linear pupils almost bleeding.
The captain of the guards was very anxious and shouted, "You are not His Royal Highness's men! Who gave you the courage to pretend to be a prince and offend His Royal Highness?!"
The man who looked like the housekeeper's face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Catch the escaped slave quickly!"
"Go away!" Chief Ali was really angry. He squatted slightly, and his body bounced up like a cannonball and slammed towards the carriage.
The man who looked like the housekeeper suddenly changed color and tried to avoid the situation. The head of the A-li tribe crashed into the carriage. With a loud bang, the sturdy carriage was torn apart in the middle, and smoke and dust rose up, and it broke into two pieces with a "crackling" sound...
The onlookers all gasped in shock, and the thugs who had been harassing Chief A-Li for a long time were sweating profusely - what happened to this guy holding back before? !
In the broken wreckage of the carriage, Chief A Li stretched out his strong arms and pressed hard on the collapsed roof. There were another series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds. The man who had destroyed the carriage with his own flesh and blood stood up steadily, turned his head and glared at the enemies, shouting: "Dahe! Beat them up!"
Being inexplicably covered with a fishing net and dragged on the ground like a live pig, even the lazy Dahe would be furious. When he heard that Chief Ali had loosened the "shackles", he was so angry that he would explode.
The onlookers cried out in surprise, and the jaws of the thugs dragging the fishing net gradually dropped.
The handsome man, who was tightly entangled in the wire fishing net used to catch wild animals and whose struggle was extremely charming, raised his head and glared angrily at the thugs who were dragging him. His tightly wrapped body suddenly swelled strangely, bursting the sun cloth uniform he was wearing and breaking the tough wire fishing net...
But in the blink of an eye, the handsome man who made women's hearts beat and men's hearts angry turned into a giant snow-white wolf with a body length of more than seven meters and a shoulder height of more than two and a half meters, baring long fangs and with dim eyes.
"roar--!!"
At the other end of Thirteenth Avenue, Ashan and the grassroots tribe leader, who were squatting in a dim sum restaurant eating snacks, turned their heads at the same time.
"Isn't that your cry?" Balke puffed up his cheeks, and snack crumbs fell on his clothes.
"It's the big river!" Ashan and the grass-roots chief said in unison, and they both rushed out in a flash.
"Wait for me!" Balke quickly lifted the hem of his robe and chased after him.
The guards quickly paid the money and chased after him.
