This group of H Gang members left as quickly as they came. After knocking down their targets and smashing their belongings, they did not hesitate at all. They turned around and disappeared into the nearby streets and alleys. What happened next was even more shocking. Less than a few minutes after the H Gang left, the pedestrians nearby saw that the H Gang had left and were preparing to help the injured movers.
More than ten carriages from the Loen Metropolitan Police Department sped down the street, and dozens of uniformed police officers controlled the scene.
"Why are the police so early today?" An old man in Montero's Restaurant who was drinking alone muttered in confusion, "Why are the police so early today?
Why are the police so early today? Last time, the gang of H on Helen Road was only three streets away from the police station, and they took half an hour to get here … "
"Half an hour? The last time I was blackmailed by H, they took three hours to get here when I called the police! "
The old man's words instantly ignited the atmosphere in the restaurant. Everyone was complaining about the bureaucracy and slowness of the Loen Metropolitan Police Department.
Suddenly, Connor's heart skipped a beat. He frowned slightly and glanced at the street outside the window. While the customers in the restaurant were discussing intensely and no one was paying attention to him, he secretly turned his head to Varga behind him and quickly said, "A team of Church Arbiters is approaching here. You go to the safe house and wait for me. The two of us will be too big of a target if we walk together!"
Varga knew that Connor, as a psychic wizard, had a much stronger mental strength than he did. He could detect further places faster, so he nodded at Connor without any doubts. He then called the waiter for the bill and threw a bill on the table. He then put on his top hat and left the restaurant in a hurry.
Connor finished the red wine in his glass in one gulp and called the waiter to pay for his meal. He then slowly tidied up his coat before walking out of Montero's Restaurant. He walked in the opposite direction of Varga's departure. Connor dared to be so careless despite knowing that there were Arbiters coming this way because he found that the Arbiters' attention seemed to be completely focused on James Trading Company.
Connor was sure that the attack by H gang was a premeditated trap, but the target of the trap was not Connor Ferguson, but "James Trading Company".
Based on Connor's understanding of the Loen Metropolitan Police Department, it was impossible for them to dispatch the police so quickly. The nearest police station to Felix Building was five streets away. Under normal circumstances, it would take fifteen minutes to get there, but from the moment H gang appeared, left, and the police carriage appeared, the total time was less than ten minutes! Moreover, this was the West and not the East, so there were no police patrols. Therefore, it was obvious that this was a conspiracy against "James Trading Company".
"Emergency! Block the streets! All of you, take out your documents! "
Just as Connor walked two streets away from the scene of the incident and thought that he was safe, two teams of Loen gendarmes armed with rifles sealed off the street with murderous intent. A gendarmes officer with the insignia of a second lieutenant stood at the entrance of the street and shouted arrogantly, "Let's go!"
Connor didn't pay attention to the gendarmes who could only scare ordinary people. Instead, he looked past the gendarmes and looked behind them. Behind the gendarmes, seven men in plain clothes were carefully sizing up the pedestrians who were blocked off on the street.
Feeling the mental strength sweeping over him, Connor's heart sank. He never expected that a team of Church Arbitrators would appear here. Although he was shocked, Connor did not show any emotion on his face.
Under the gazes of several Arbitrators, Connor silently stood in the line for the document check. This was the only thing he could do now. If there were only one or two Arbitrators, Connor was confident that with his strength, he could leave silently. However, there were seven Arbitrators here. Although their cultivation levels were lower than Connor's, the absolute advantage in numbers made it impossible for Connor to leave without alerting them.
Taking advantage of the fact that the mental strength of these seven people was temporarily focused on someone else, Connor quickly touched his own pockets, and then quietly put the identification that belonged to him back into the space ring. He had disguised himself before coming here, so he obviously couldn't use Connor Ferguson's identification in his current appearance. According to the usual practice, even if he didn't have any identification to prove his identity, he could just bribe some money and get away with it.
After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, it was finally Connor's turn to have his documents checked. A middle-aged man with the rank of Sergeant J swept a glance at Connor, then reached out his hand and said expressionlessly, "Where's your document?"
"I'm outside and forgot to bring my document. Sir, please make an exception for me!" Connor took out a one shilling note from his pocket and stuffed it into Sergeant J's hand as he said in a low voice, "Sergeant J,
The Sergeant J felt the touch of the note in his hand and looked deeply at Connor. He did not say anything and only waved his hand, indicating that Connor could leave. However, at this moment, a blue-robed Church Arbitrator standing behind the military police suddenly walked towards Connor, then pointed at Connor and said, "You, come here!"
Encountering such an unexpected situation, Connor immediately squinted his eyes. If he was not mistaken, this blue-robed Arbitrator who asked him to go over was the one with the highest cultivation among the seven Arbitrators. He was at the peak of an Intermediate Apprentice. Did he ask him to go over because he saw through his disguise?
Just as Connor was stunned and thinking, the middle-aged Mediterranean Sergeant who had just received Connor's money thought that Connor was scared silly. He did not know whether it was because he was afraid that Connor would implicate him, or because he was morally upright and knew that he had to do something for Connor after receiving Connor's money. In any case, he gritted his teeth and took a step forward. He bowed to the blue-robed Arbitrator and said, "Sir, I've already checked this person. There's no problem!"
The blue-robed Arbitrator glanced at the Mediterranean Sergeant who spoke for Connor and immediately let out a cold snort. He sent out a wave of mental force, and immediately, this Mediterranean Sergeant who was only an ordinary person suffered a heavy blow. Dark red blood flowed out from his ears and nose.
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