Looking at the banknotes flying and spinning in the sky, the anger in people's hearts unexpectedly subsided, and even the police on the side were a little commotion.

Who doesn't want to pick up money?

If it weren't for the work problem, these policemen would have rushed up and crowded together with this group of Guartes who might have evolved into a riot a second ago, watching those banknotes fall into their pockets in the scramble of these people, the policemen on the side showed envious looks on their faces, what a good luck, to be able to encounter such a good thing. Some people looked up and saw piles of banknotes waving on the tall buildings next to them, and they didn't even have that little envy in their hearts.

The gap is too big, only looking up.

Looking at the Gualts downstairs who had changed their minds in order to compete for money, Scott shook his head with a wry smile, perhaps this is the gap between the minds of ordinary people and rich people. In his opinion, this sudden outbreak of huge riots is difficult to quell. If they can't meet the demands of these people, they will definitely not retreat, and even the mayor immediately asked the Advisory Bureau and relevant people with experience in handling similar situations after learning the news, and the replies given by these people made his face worse and worse.

But who would have thought that when many people thought that the navy might need to suppress these people, Duhring threw out the money, and the world immediately became quiet, which is the different way of thinking brought about by different statuses.

One by one, the Guartes held their hands high, they had forgotten what they had come here for, and they had only one thing on their minds, and that was money.

As a poor person, no matter how small the money is, it is money, not to mention that those fluttering pieces of paper are not small money. If you can compete for ten or twenty tickets, it is equivalent to picking up a month's salary for nothing! This is too attractive for people whose family conditions are very poor, and in the face of money, who remembers who Abion is?

There were a few people in the crowd who looked disappointed, these were members of Abion's small group, and when they first learned that Abion had been murdered in their home, they thought not of revenge for Abion, nor of sadness, but of a faint excitement. The mountain that weighed on their heads had finally fallen, and they could have a bright future. In the past, when Abion was there, he always took the most, because people recognized him, and now that he is dead, is it their turn to decide.

Even the people who instigated the riots were the same people who wanted to achieve two goals in this way. The first purpose is to purge Abion's die-hard loyalists, and the second is to get the attention of the Illian City administrators, who will then step up to quell the riots, thus stepping on the corpses of Abion and his compatriots onto the stage he left behind. But alas, it all failed in this damn money rain.

The rain of money soon turned into a rain of coins, and the crowd dispersed a little, which was also prepared by Doolin for the possibility of a stampede caused by overcrowding. A large number of coins were scattered, and people went from raising their hands high to bending over and pouting their butts, widening the distance between each other.

I don't know when the money will stop falling from the sky, these Gualts are still waiting, but at this moment, a loud applause attracts their attention.

There was a young, very friendly-looking fellow in an expensive suit standing not far from them, his smile was as bright as the sun, and his voice was beautiful, with a magical magnetism that calmed him down and listened carefully to what he had to say.

"Are you satisfied with my greeting gift?" said Durin as he pulled a dollar bill from his pocket and flicked it. The crisp voice is fascinating, "I've been thinking about how I should meet with everyone, and what kind of greeting gift I should give you when I meet for the first time." As you can see, I'm a businessman, a wealthy businessman, and I don't know much of a small gift that will satisfy everybody, so I think it's better to give you the money and you choose. ”

At this moment a little boy of five or six years old ran out of the crowd, and he ran to Doolin with worried eyes, looking at the one-dollar bill that Dulin was holding between his fingers. Durin bent down and touched his head, then gave him the money.

"My name is Durin, and some people call me Mr. Three Hundred and Fifty Thousand!", there were some exclamations among the Guartes, and it was only then that people remembered that they had gathered here to seek justice for Abion, but they had unknowingly put the money of the "enemy" in their own pockets, which embarrassed them and did not know what to do. As for getting them to take the money out again and then confront Doolin again?

Sorry, can't do it!

Durin was also very aware of the mentality of these people, he flicked the brim of his hat indifferently, "I know why you are gathered here, and I also know what happened in the Fifth District, I hope you can think calmly, is it necessary for me to murder a poor compatriot living in the Fifth District?", Durin's face gradually became serious, he shook his fingers, and said proudly with a slight chin in a very calm voice: "No!"

"There is no need for this, I know that some people are pouring dirty water on me, saying that I am a rich man who made his fortune by smuggling and mining black mines, and his hands are stained with blood. I also know that they have said even more outrageous things to slander me and slander me, but I don't care. You see a dog barking at you on the side of the road, can you still bark back with it or bite it?"

The laughter in the crowd gradually spread, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Durin shrugged his shoulders, "I can't do it, after all, I'm Mr. 350,000 with bloody hands!"

"The reason why we are here today is because we have the blood of the previous kings in our veins, and the gods you believe in are also my beliefs. All the Guartes in this world are a family with the same roots. Your actions and practices have gone too far, and they will allow those who provoked and instigated your presence to succeed, and will make your families, parents, and children sad about it. ”

"You know what? Just before I came, the navy's warships were already docked, and it only takes you a few steps further to start suppressing them!"

Durin's words caused a slight commotion in the crowd, and some of the faint of heart had begun to retreat, intending to return to the Fifth District. They may not have seen the actual scenes of the garrison suppressing the riots, but they have heard it and still laughed at the tragic process as news or a joke. But when it was their turn to face such a thing, they suddenly became terrified, and when the time came, even if they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, it was useless, a bullet took a life, and it could bring a medal and glory to those navies.

"That's why I'm here, and I can't stand by and watch my compatriots bleed and die here without doing anything. The first king has given me a heavy responsibility, and whether I want it or not, I must take it upon myself as a Gualt. I hope you can calm down and send a representative to talk to me, to this commissioner next to me, instead of using this stupid method to express your thoughts. ”

"There is a handful of people who have taken advantage of your integrity and goodness in an attempt to achieve their own evil ends, but as long as I am here for a day, I will not let them succeed. If you still want to move forward, I'll get out of the way. But if you calm down and want to figure out what happened, then I'll do you justice!", Durin took off his hat and swept his trouser leg with the brim, "Because I'm Doolin!"

The first thing people felt after the group consciousness was broken was fear, because they realized that they had done something incredible after they calmed down, but fortunately they did not pay a terrible price for what they did at this time, which made them feel a fluke at the same time, and a little gratitude to Durin.

Durin's image grew tall in an instant, and the Gualts began to slowly withdraw from the 4th arrondissement, Scott breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned around and asked an officer behind him to tell the mayor what was happening here, and the alarm could be lifted.

Watching the people gradually retreat, the smashed merchants on the side of the road only ran out at this time, they looked at Durin, and finally gathered around Scott, asking about compensation.

Durin breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Scott, even though he was surrounded by a crowd.

The sudden commotion dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and most of those who heard it dismissed it as an exaggerated retelling, except for those who lived in the vicinity who saw it with their own eyes. If the riots could have been stopped so easily, would there still be bloodshed in this world?

In the evening, Durin welcomed three representatives of the Guartes in his mansion. An old man who looked to be in his sixties and seventies, a young and vigorous man, and a woman in her forties. They had a certain prestige and status among the Guerts of the Fifth District, far surpassing those of Abion's small group. If it weren't for Abion leading them, few people really knew them.

The first time they entered such a luxurious mansion, the three Guert representatives were very restrained, and they were afraid of breaking something, and only after the three of them sat down, it was slightly better.

"I invite the three of you, first, to clear up the misunderstanding between me and you, and secondly, to give you an account of what happened this morning, before that, I would like to ask you, and the compatriots you represent, if there is anything you need to tell me?", Durin sat on the sofa, crossed legs, and looked at the three of them calmly.