At some point, the man's eyelids struggled twice, but he still couldn't open them, only hearing him mutter.

"It's dawn."

After saying that, he gasped for a moment, feeling the world gradually becoming clearer.

The feeling of a hangover is always like this, and those alcohols and exciting drugs are mixed together, giving people endless and a little pain every morning.

But this is precisely the proof of his aristocratic status.

After another ten minutes, the man felt that his soul had finally awakened, and he slowly opened his eyes, which were blurry and full of dazzling sunlight.

Damn, didn't draw the curtains yesterday, Sunshine is such a bad guy who disturbs people's interests.

The man who was about to move cursed in his heart.

He moistened his parched throat and tried to get the servant to close the curtains, but before he could say that, he coughed.

The man coughed violently, leaning back and forth in the confined space, saliva splashing from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahem... Ahem, ahem! ”

He lowered his head and wiped the corners of his mouth with the clothes on his shoulders, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight outside the window in the process.

But as he caught a glimpse of something, he immediately raised his head and widened his eyes, trying to peek into the sunlight in front of him

- He really spied through it, and the blinding white light was not sunlight at all!

And...... And there is something hidden in the white light!

The man tried to open his eyes as hard as he could, trying to see the shadows in the white light, but the light was so harsh that it hurt in the depths of his mind.

He tried to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he never felt the presence of his arm.

This feeling of irritation happens all the time, but why is this morning so upsetting?

The man's mouth opened wide, ready to reprimand his servant severely, but before he could speak, the shadow in the white light suddenly changed strangely, it spread out in an instant, and finally turned into a distorted black curtain before his eyes.

- No, it's not a shady screen, it's more like a ghost!

The man reflexively let out a low roar, the voice lazy, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

The ghost reached out his right hand and patted the man on the shoulder, as if to reassure him.

After doing all this, the fool raised his right hand again.

Thankfully, the damn white light finally dimmed, and the man finally got a full view of the ghost.

It was a small man, dressed in a black coat and a bowler-brimmed hat that was disproportionate to his figure, like some thief stealing someone else's dress.

The man said warily.

"Who are you!"

"Viscount Merkel,"

The man straightened his clothes, took two steps back, and sank into the dark marble chair.

He leaned forward with his legs spread apart, clasped his hands in front of him, and stared at Merkel with those emerald green eyes.

"I'm not a verbose person."

Merkel stared at the scene in horror, as if he understood his situation.

The boy in black kidnapped himself, as if he wanted to get some benefit from him.

Damn, the last thing Turin lacks is this opportunistic pariah!

Merkel struggled to no avail, he raised his head and said angrily.

"How much money do you want!"

"Three thousand four hundred and twenty-two gold coins."

The man licked the corners of his mouth, "But I know you can't afford that much money. ”

This arrogant attitude infuriated Merkel, who tensed his muscles and gritted his teeth.

"Give you so many gold coins, and you will let me go?"

"Of course, who would have trouble with money."

Merkel spoke at a blistering speed to hide her hesitation.

"No nobleman will carry three thousand gold coins on him, I need time."

"Hmm......"

The man lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked in Merkel's direction.

"I think Viscount Merkel is stalling for time."

Before Merkel could speak, she saw the man waving his hand

- He quickly understood the meaning of the action.

The indescribable blow of the fist pierced Merkel's cheek, and in the throes of pain, he could faintly see his teeth splash and sink into the carpet.

Without giving him a chance to beg for mercy, another man grabbed Merkel's chin and forced him to stare at the marble chair.

The young man in the chair dipped his right hand in some spit and gently opened the parchment dossier in front of him.

Hell knows why the flipping sound of the paper was so clear.

"Hmm......"

The young man seemed to be brewing the language and then repeating it.

"I'm not a verbose person."

He paused, looking to his left, where there was nothing.

"Jury."

He nodded in salute to the non-existent jury, then looked at Merkel, his lips rolling up and down.

"This is the employment transfer contract signed between you and Mrs. Doreen, Chapter 9 of the contract, the rights and obligations of Party B, this article clearly stipulates -

Party B must do a good job in the employment and management of prostitutes, pay the prostitutes' wages in full, and ensure that the prostitutes' wages are paid to the prostitutes themselves on time and in full.

Arrange the lives of prostitutes, do a good job in safety education and management of prostitutes, and distribute labor insurance and safety supplies; In the event that Party B fails to protect the rights and interests of prostitutes and defaults on the wages of prostitutes, resulting in major emergencies caused by prostitutes due to arrears of wages, and causing a certain impact, Party B shall bear all the responsibilities arising therefrom. ”

Retracting the parchment, the young man said earnestly.

"Viscount Merkel, this trial will discuss the objective facts about your murder of several prostitutes at No. 44 Guangming Street in April 224, January, February, March, April, May, and March 226 in the Ikra Empire, which seriously affected the development of the night economy of Guangming Street, and even caused an extremely bad social impact.

According to Article 24 of Chapter VII of the Turin Ordinance – I know that you are a nobleman and do not fall within the scope of the Ordinance – but that is what I am here for. ”

Merkel trembled, he seemed to understand what this man's purpose was, he wanted to avenge those prostitutes! These damned pariahs!

"You want to say you're not the real culprit behind the scenes, do you?"

The young man casually flipped to the next page of the dossier.

"If I could find out the real culprit behind the scenes, it wouldn't be you sitting here today, but unfortunately you won't tell me the name of that adult."

"Woo... Woo! ”

Merkel made a muffled voice, but the other man quickly grabbed his jaw, and he even felt his jaw crumble like tofu in the man's hand.

In the midst of the dizziness, the young man's voice came faintly.

"This is Elsa's testimony: at the end of April 224, she last saw Jesse boarding your carriage......"

After reading the long list, the young man looked at Merkel again, and he said with a frown.

"He's asleep?"

The man behind Merkel whispered.

"I passed out."

"I'm stupid, really."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and threw the dossier at Merkel's feet.

"I shouldn't have followed the trial process, it's just a waste of time."

"Young Master."

The middle-aged man standing behind Merkel hesitated, "I'm sorry, but I pushed too hard." ”

"Hoo ......"

The young man let out a long breath, "I said Caron, where did your brute force come from, it's not scientific at all!" ”

"I explained to you that the farmers in my hometown are very strong."

The middle-aged man lifted two oil lamps, poured oil on Merkel with familiar movements, and then lit a match, waiting for the young man's order.

In the flickering candlelight, the young man's gaze gradually focused.

He looked down at Merkel and said with a heart in his mind.

"Now, Viscount Merkel, I hereby pronounce your death sentence."