Saying goodbye to Tom, Doug took the civilization stick in his hand and walked to the car dealership.

Hop into a carriage and sit in a soft seat, leaning against the backrest and closing your eyes.

The carriage moved slowly and leisurely, and there were no street lights on the road to New Haven, and all that could be seen on the road was the lights of other carriages.

Although there was no tiredness on Doug's face, he was still very tired from being busy all day.

Even sitting in the carriage that followed the horse's footsteps, he was still a little confused and wanted to fall asleep.

"Sir!"

"Sir, wake up!"

"Sir, you're at the police station!"

The coachman turned around and shouted.

After a while, Doug woke up, patted his face to sober himself up, and threw some more money to the coachman, which he took as an apology.

The entrance to the police station was always lit up, but it was so deserted that not even a homeless person could be seen.

This was Doug's last stop for the day, where he was going to appease the little shoe-shiner and convince him that he was running around for him.

Even the distance from getting out of the carriage to entering the police station showed a "deeply tired" expression on his face.

If someone sees it, they will really pinch a cold sweat for Doug's mental state.

Although Doug had already been to the police station once, he only knew the location of the interrogation room, not where the little shoe-shiner was being held. Therefore, he did not go too far to the police station, but turned into the duty room near the entrance of the police station.

Coincidentally, the sleepy guy in the duty room is none other than Doug's "old friend" Hull.

Doug gently tapped the table, and Hull looked up to see Doug, and the drowsiness on his face faded in an instant.

"Sit's here, Lord Doug!" Hull hurriedly packed the clutter from the chair next to him with newspapers, and then vigorously wiped away the remaining residue with a rag.

Doug smiled and sat down, placing the Civilized Stick across his lap, one hand rubbing the rounded gem at the top of the stick.

Before he could speak, Hull began to speak, "Are you here to see your little shoe-shiner?"

Oh! Sorry!

Of course, this is not to say that you are not good to your subordinates, sir!

It's ......"

Hull explained indiscriminately for a long time, and suddenly patted his head and said.

"Oh!

That's right!

Mr. Doug, is there someone you would like to meet? It's a lawyer, and he's been waiting for you at the police station for most of the day!"

"Yes. Listening intently, Doug replied.

"You! You're so talkative! Wait a minute, I'll call him!" said the policeman Hull, who was already outside the door half of the sentence.

Doug half-sat in his chair and waited, he had long wanted to contact a lawyer.

It's just that in the United States, the creature of lawyers is known as the gatedog of high society.

With Doug's current status, although he can also find a lawyer, it will cost a lot of money. He didn't particularly urgently need a lawyer to help him fight the lawsuit, so he didn't rush to find it.

About two minutes after going out, Hull returned, followed by a man in a suit.

However, although the man was wearing a suit, he was not at all dignified, and "failure" was written from head to toe.

Can such a lawyer be used?

A big question mark was drawn in Doug's mind.

"Master Doug, that's what I'm talking about as a lawyer, his name is Jimmy McGill. Bar licenses in Connecticut and Maine. Hull introduced.

As soon as Hull finished speaking, Lawyer McGill corrected with a pained expression, "Maine...... I'll never be back to Maine. I ......"

Doug looked at Hull, who was also embarrassed.

"Jimmy, you have to cheer up! America is so big! What if you can't go back to Maine? Besides, if you help Master Doug with his lawsuit, you can achieve something different in Connecticut? Maine is New England? Connecticut is not New England? You look down on Connecticut!"

The New England region in Hull's mouth includes six states in the United States, from north to south are Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut.

The first European settlers in New England were English Protestants fleeing religious persecution, and even the laws here are deeply imprinted with a harsh religious atmosphere.

McGill wasn't born to be a settler. He violated the Protestant taboo and although his Maine bar license was not revoked, no one in Maine was willing to hire him to fight a lawsuit.

In desperation, he came to New Haven to be a police officer's cousin Hull.

Cousin Hull helped him recommend one employer after another, but none of them wanted to use him. Because looking at his decadent appearance, no one thinks he can win the lawsuit.

He looked up at Doug, wondering if the young gentleman would reject him as much as he had done before.

Doug thought for a moment, then said to McGill, "Jimmy, I can hire you, and I'd like to ask you to help my little shoe-shiner with the lawsuit." ”

McGill's eyes moistened a little when he heard Doug's words, and he assured with a trembling voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely win the lawsuit for you!"

"Wait......" said Doug, "when am I going to ask you to win the case?"

"Huh, you said you wanted to hire me?" Jimmy looked blank.

"I did want to hire you, but I never expected you to win the case, but I wanted you to help me lose it. I want you to let me lose so completely, and better have the judge and jury sentence my little shoe-shiner to death on the spot.

No! Not the best! Yes, definitely!

I hired you because I liked that you were a failure from head to toe, so don't let me down!"

Dogmore held the gem on the civilization stick and said earnestly.

His words made Jimmy and Hel look at each other.

The United States is so big that it is simply a joke of God! Some people do not want to win a lawsuit?

Why does the person in front of him not only lose, but also lose completely and export a human life?

Doug smiled incomprehensibly, "Judges, juries, and even courtroom audiences, I'm sure Jimmy can arrange it in advance." You know this better than I do, do you?

Doug tossed Williams' money bag directly to Jimmy, and then said to Hull, "Please take me to meet my childhood shoe-shiner." ”

Hull, who led the way in front, couldn't hold back after several endurances, and he asked in a low voice, "Why do you have to lose?"

Doug stared into his eyes and replied, "Dear Brother Hull, I don't know if you've ever heard that ignorance is the greatest happiness?"

"Listen...... I've heard of ......," Hull suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Silent all the way, Hull pushed open the iron door that imprisoned the little shoe-shiner.

I saw Doug dragging his tired body, trying his best to restrain his excitement, rushing up to hug the little shoe-shiner in the cell, and shouting emotionally, "I'm here." ”