Oreo was at a loss for what to do with this sweet declaration.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and walked quickly over to Angelil.

"Angelil, you should give him an over-the-shoulder throw when he touches you."

Angelyl frowned.

"But Mr. Oreo, he's too heavy."

“......”

Oreo gestured to the chair.

"Tie him up."

Worried that Angelyl would not be able to handle the fat pig alone, Oreo assisted her with a pistol.

It wasn't until Carmen was tied to a high-backed chair that Oreo clapped his hands.

He stood not far from Carmen, with the body of the prostitute in the middle.

Looking at the two girls, Oreo pointed to the extra chairs.

"Sit."

Not far from the chair was the head of the prostitute, her eyes were hollow, facing Angelyl, and it was really a little oozing.

"God babble."

Tamia muttered and sat down first, followed by Angelil.

Perhaps worried that Angelil was too nervous, Tamia reached out her right hand and held Angelil's left hand tightly, which made her feel a little more at ease.

Carmen was clearly frightened by the scene in front of her, the short man didn't play his cards at all, God knows what he was going to do.

Seeing that everyone was in place, Oreo coughed twice, then unbuttoned his trench coat and pulled a notebook from his bosom.

Spreading out his notebook, he read out the opening sentence as usual.

"Count Carmen, I'm not a verbose person."

He paused, looking at the two of them.

"Jury."

After all, Tamia is the one who has seen big scenes, and she gradually enters the state, nodding slightly, and Angelil follows suit.

Turning his gaze, Oreo unhurriedly took out a quill pen and said as he wrote and drew on his notes.

"Article 1 of Chapter 2 of the Law of Turin, intentional homicide, refers to the deliberate and unlawful deprivation of the life of another person, and is usually punishable by hanging or 200 lashes, and I know that you are a nobleman and do not belong to the trial of the law, but this is also the meaning of my coming.

Count Carmen, your actions clearly violated this law, and this trial is about the objective fact that you tortured and killed a prostitute on November 29, 226 in the Ikra Empire, which is contrary to morality and morality, and completely violates the spirit of the contract, and even seriously affects the development of the night economy of Guangming Street. ”

Carmen said tremblingly.

"You...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

Oreo glanced at him.

"Oh, I forgot to make a second request, my request is that you shut up now, and then sit quietly, it shouldn't be difficult."

Carmen paused.

"How much money do you need to keep the day from talking."

Oreo's eyes widened, his face full of confusion.

"Count Carmen, how could I tell me about today?"

Hearing this, Carmen felt a snickering of joy in his heart, and he immediately attributed Oreo to an outlaw who took risks for money, a man who, though greedy for money, was usually easy to deal with.

He clenched his fist.

"So...... Is 1,000 gold coins enough? ”

"Uh......"

Oreo hesitated, he glanced at Angelil, "Normally I don't take money, but Miss Angelil seems to be short of money, why don't you ask her?" ”

Carmen turned his gaze, remembering that he had threatened Angelyl just now, so he playfully raised the price.

"Three thousand gold coins?"

Angelyl frowned.

"Mr. Oreo, I want thirty thousand gold coins."

This is not just a sky-high price, Carmen looks at Oreo as if she is asking for help.

"Sir, five thousand gold coins, this is already a high price, I will give it to you immediately."

Five thousand gold coins was already an extremely reasonable price, but Carmen didn't think that Oreo would actually refuse him.

"Miss Angelyl said she wanted 30,000 gold coins."

At this life-and-death juncture, Carmen immediately made a decision, and he nodded and said.

"Thirty thousand gold coins...... No problem, but I need time. ”

Oreo still shook his head, resolute.

"I'm sorry, Count Carmen, no one can give you time, not even Tutan, now I'll give you three seconds to think, three ......"

Three seconds is usually not a specific time, it's just a threat.

After writing and drawing in his notebook for a while, Oreo counted them.

"Two ......"

Faced with such unreasonable bandits, Carmen closed her eyes in despair.

"The key is in the gun bag, the safe is in the wall behind the gun bag, and there are 20,000 gold coins in it, which is all the money I can take out so far."

This answer was far beyond Oreo's expectations, he never thought that a count could have tens of thousands of gold coins in cash.

On the whole, however, it was a pleasant answer, and he bowed slightly, performing the most standard aristocratic etiquette.

"Thank you for the gift."

With that, he tore off the entire note in front of him, and slowly walked over to Carmen.

"Count Carmen, I can guarantee that none of you present will tell me about it, and your family's reputation will be as clean as ever,"

Out of nowhere, he found a dagger, and when he saw it, Carmen let out a scream like a pig.

"You can't kill me, you promised me!"

Oreo lowered his head and whispered in Carmen's ear.

"I'm not going to tell you about the etiquette of the aristocracy, just as you won't use it to treat the girl you have mutilated.

Leave the words of repentance to this poor dead girl, in hell. ”

The blade was shining, and Carmen desperately dodged.

"You insatiable scoundrel, do you know who my son is, if you don't leave now, you won't get anything in the future!"

"Of course I know, he is the sheriff of Fifth Street and a colleague of Tamya, and with Sheriff Tamya present, this trial can be considered fair and open."

Oreo took his right hand, slashed his index finger lightly, and pressed it against the piece of paper, which was like a signature.

Still struggling, Carmen finally recognized Tamia.

"Tamia, I recognize you, you're Haman's granddaughter! You came up with this plan, right? You'd be with this kind of person! You are conspiring against me, poor old fellow! ”

Ignoring the noisy Carmen, Oreo walked behind the chair and kicked the high-backed chair over, slamming Carmen's head on the floor.

"Angelil, bring me my bag."

Angelyl answered, and quickly grabbed Oreo's rucksack.

Taking the rucksack, Oreo rummaged through it for a while, eventually pulling out a stout iron nail, which is usually used to hold giant banners in place.

He blew on the nails, then spoke nonchalantly.

"Now, Count Carmen, I hereby pronounce your sentence to death."

With that, he commanded Tamia again.

"Tamia, open this girl's legs."

Tamia stood up consciously, vaguely knowing what Oreo was going to do.

Squatting in front of the prostitute, she apologized softly, then slowly opened her legs together, followed by a miserable body.

Angelyl couldn't bear to see this, she turned away, retched twice, and then fell to her knees and vomited uncontrollably.

Pulling out the hammer, Oreo muttered.

"Tooth for tooth, eye for eye."

Even Tamia had never seen such cruelty, and she turned away.

Behind her there was the sound of nails and wood clashing at first, and Carmen's screams were heard soon after, a terrible sound she had never heard before.

Eventually, Oreo secures the nail intact to Carmen's lower body and tucks the hammer into his rucksack.

As he passed Tamia, Oreo handed over the notebook.

"Tamia, help me hold it."

His tone was indescribably tired.

Tamia answered, holding the notebook in her hand.

Oreo took off his unbuttoned trench coat and put it over the prostitute.

He half-crouched and muttered.

"Justice that is late is no justice anymore, and I'm sorry."

Reaching out his right hand and closing the prostitute's eyes, Oreo stood up.

"Angelil, you know where the money is, now it's yours, we're waiting for you upstairs."