In Watson's opinion, there is no point in entangling with these guys, and he can only call the police.

The other party is obviously blackmailing, he is also well-informed, and he also has a faint feeling in his heart, these guys may be coming for themselves, maybe not all, maybe some guys are in the dark, but there must be several smart people in it, under the encouragement of these smart people, these guys who have no brains are like firewood drenched in fire oil, a little smart.

So, seeing the big men who were about to besiege him with bad intentions, Watson called Thomson Duran to call the police.

If he really wants to fight, he is actually not afraid.

Not to mention that Ryan Shire, the great god is here, even if it is himself, as long as he is fully prepared, as long as there are no hidden masters among these guys, these dozen strong men, he is not afraid.

It's just that if he really wants to fight, his losses will be great.

There are a lot of medical tools in the outpatient department, and the furnishings have also taken some effort and money, and it really has to be a mess, even if the court rules that the responsibility lies with the other party and orders these guys to compensate, I am afraid they will not be able to afford to compensate.

If you call the police, Watson also has some connections in the police world.

Several policemen in the area have consulted him, and he has done his best to treat him several times, and the results are relatively good, and many fees have been waived, anyway, most of the time, those policemen still give him a lot of face, and also help to stop the malice of some guys several times, and warn the surrounding gangsters.

Strangely, the guys didn't stop Thomson and let him get out.

Two blocks away, there is a security booth where the patrolmen take a short break from their patrols, and of course, most of the time, the patrol officers of this neighborhood will stay there for a long time, drinking hot coffee, and talking about the east and west like those idle housewives.

As for check-in......

Yes, every big city in the French Empire has a patrol policeman, the duty of the patrol is to patrol the streets, most of the working hours are to keep walking in their jurisdiction, each street has a sign-in point, you must sign your name there within the specified time, indicating that you have inspected the street.

The system is very good, and it is indeed to serve the people.

However, no matter how good the system is, there are loopholes that can be exploited, and if no one pays attention to it, it will become a mere formality, which is called bureaucracy.

Not to mention at night, even during the day, the police patrolling this neighborhood rarely show up, and as for check-in, some of the boys who are messing around on the street will help those police officers sign in.

To do this, they also put a lot of effort into learning police signatures.

As long as these police officers can pay the fees every month, and there is nothing major happening in the jurisdiction, they will ignore it.

It's all about eating, so why be too persistent!

"Call the police or not, the facts are there, you murderous quack ......"

Before the police came, those strong men were still pointing at Watson, but, to the surprise of Hua's business, they didn't rush up to trouble Watson because of their anger, and they were just unforgiving!

Moreover, some reckless guys wanted to smash things, but they were also pulled by their companions and prevented from doing so.

The situation didn't make Watson feel any better.

His heart sank downward.

Obviously, these guys are just coming prepared.

Scarlett Duran was a little scared, especially after her brother Thomson left to call the police, her body trembled involuntarily, and she subconsciously avoided the gaze of those guys.

There was one guy in particular who was staring at her, consciously or unconsciously, and there was no friendliness in that gaze, which was full of evil spirit, an indescribable malice, which made her feel like she had landed in a manure tank full of maggots.

Then, a figure stood in front of her, blocking out the uneasy look at her.

The figure was not tall, but it had a familiar aura, which made her feel calm, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently grab the man's sleeve.

That man, of course, was Ryan Shire.

"What are you looking at, boy, do you want to die?"

The guy who spoke was a young man in his early twenties, not tall, pale, with two large dark circles, and his eyes were very lustful and cloudy.

Ryan didn't respond, squinting slightly.

However, he did not avoid the gaze of this guy.

The man raised his fist at him and shook it, holding out two fingers, the index and middle fingers apart in the shape of a fork, and poked Ryan into the eye.

"Look again, Lao Tzu gouges out your eyes!"

His expression was cruel, and his intimidation didn't seem to be fake.

At the moment when the two of them met their eyes, a wisp of Ryan's spiritual power had already dived into the man's sea of consciousness along the invisible channel, and above Ryan's spiritual sea, there were several divine inscriptions shining, forming a nebula chain, and in silence, he also cast a small spell.

This world, the transcendent does.

The more powerful the spell, the more complex it is to cast.

Not only do you need to understand the combination of the gods, you need to be strong enough to be mentally strong, and the extraordinary energy provided by the energy space you open up is enough, you also need some materials full of spiritual factors as nutrients for the ritual, and even more, you need to use the same type of containment, and when you cast this spell, you also need to endure the erosion of spirituality anytime and anywhere to avoid spiritual pollution.

However, with some small spells, there is no need for such trouble.

Just like Ryan's little spell that made those guys hallucinate before, as long as he thought about it, a few divine words could form a chain in the sea of knowledge, and he could easily send it out, affecting those guys whose will was not firm at all.

Now, too.

A wisp of spiritual power silently sneaked into the sea of consciousness of that guy, and the filthy spirit around him floated gently like the wind, and the other party did not notice it in the slightest.

Some of the spiritual fragments that escaped from his soul from time to time were also grabbed by Ryan's wisp of spirit, and as a result, some unsightly pictures were also sensed by Ryan.

These images can be the guy's imagination or his memories.

It's normal for people to think about things in private, and if you imagine it, almost no one is a righteous person, so this is the reason why transcendents are easily polluted and degenerate, because the vast majority of human beings, even those with strong will, cannot control their spirits.

When imagination can affect reality at any time, this uncontrollable mental world becomes terrifying.

Because dreams come true, here is not a good wish, but can really be realized, but this so-called dream is not controlled by human beings themselves, it can be very beautiful, it can be very evil, it can make the world beautiful, it can also make the world become hell, in a thought, that's it......

In Ryan's opinion, this guy who was waving his fist at him didn't deserve to live in this world at all.

Although it was just a short contact, a little spiritual entanglement, it made Ryan feel disgusting, of course, he couldn't talk about how angry, the second is a human, he is no longer naïve, he has a deep understanding of the evil of human beings, when human beings are really vicious, in fact, it is often beyond your imagination.

Ryan has only one thought for such a villain.

Kill!

A guy like this who has special thoughts about little girls deserves death.

The main thing is that he not only has ideas, but also actual actions, and that thing is like sucking something that shouldn't be sucked, which makes him addicted and addicted.

There is only one way to stop it.

That is, in the flesh, let him destroy.

Of course, Ryan didn't do it now, he just left that wisp of spiritual power in the other party's sea of consciousness, as long as it doesn't exceed a certain distance, he can also control this wisp of spiritual power so that it won't escape.

That's an introduction.

A primer that can be activated at any time!

When these guys don't stop him from calling the police, Watson Strong knows that things should go against him, and there must be a reason why things go wrong.

He glanced at Ryan.

As a transcendent being, there should be no problem in solving these people in front of you.

It's just that Ryan Charles is not an ordinary transcendent, not the kind of wild transcendent who can be unscrupulous, he is a member of Iris, and as a member of the government administration, he has to follow the rules more or less.

Not to exert extraordinary power on ordinary people at will, this is one of the rules.

Of course, the rules are rules, and there are basically no transcendents who really abide by them in their entirety, otherwise, Ryan's previous behavior is a violation, but the rules also have his role, at least, as a member of the system, Ryan can't kill at will, and he can't do whatever he wants because he is unhappy.

Of course, it would be okay if he intervened in this matter, but it was inevitable that there would be trouble.

Watson didn't want to owe this favor, after all, the two were now nothing more than a contractual relationship.

Still waiting......

It wasn't long before Thomson came running out of breath.

"Doctor Strong, the police are behind, and ...... will be there in a moment"

"Good!"

"I don't believe that those police will shield this quack!"

"The facts are there, so many pairs of eyes are watching, and the police can't bend the law for personal gain!"

A bunch of guys are clamoring again.

It's just that these lines are too careless, and they don't have any real feelings at all, and the expressions of those guys are also very impetuous, and they don't pay attention, just like the dead tricks of a brain-dead TV series.

Ryan was too lazy to watch, and after watching for a long time, he was embarrassed.

Just like that, several police officers appeared at the door.

The first to enter were several patrolmen in black uniforms, wearing helmet-like police hats and batons, who quickly dispersed, after which a plainclothes man walked in.

Watson recognized the patrolmen, and among them, one of his patients.

The patient did not make eye contact with him, but avoided it as if he were absent, and as for the plainclothes policeman, Watson was very unfamiliar with him, and he did not know him.