Dwarf Winter Melon stood on the truck, like a rival in the US presidential race, pointed at John and shouted,

"I disagree, the owner of this manor is Mr. Condon, and only he has the right to do so. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

John raised his eyebrows and looked coldly at this dead fat man with teeth and claws,

Dwarf winter melon, I was worried that I couldn't clean you up, but I didn't expect you to run out by yourself.

It's okay, save the hassle!

John put on his hat and said with a blank face,

"You mean that as the future heir to Conton Manor, I'm not qualified to carry out this offer, do you?"

"Yes, it does!"

Bill tilted his head with a smug smile on his face.

"Very well, I still have a question, why can't we carry out this offer first, and then tell him when my father returns, knowing that time waits for no one, those six bodies can always be left there, and there is a desperate family waiting for rescue."

"Of course not." Bill said without hesitation, not paying attention to the hidden trap in John's words,

"Why?" John asked,

"You stupid, I didn't say that Mr. Conton is the owner of this manor, and he alone has the right to do so."

"Oh! I understand. ”

John nodded, and said thoughtfully, "You mean that my father probably won't agree to this proposal, do you?" Mr. Dwarf Wintermelon. ”

"You...... Hum! ”

Bill glared at John angrily, the words "dwarf winter melon" almost became his curse, and every time he heard it, he felt a sense of utter humiliation.

Man is an emotional animal, and the more angry he is, the easier it is to lose his mind, and Bill is already on fire, and John doesn't mind pouring some more oil on it.

"If you don't object, I'll take you by default, but I'm a little curious, why didn't my father agree to this proposal, is there something wrong with it?"

"Of course."

"What's wrong?"

"It's wrong...... It's ......'s wrong."

As he spoke, Bill froze suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he had been caught in a language trap by John.

"What's wrong? Say! ”

John pressed forward step by step, leaving no respite for the other party.

The scene suddenly became weird, Bill was so anxious that he wanted to open his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he had to play a scoundrel.

"It's wrong anyway, who cares what's wrong?"

"Wrong but I don't know what is wrong, hehe! It's funny, I think I get it,"

John bared his big white teeth, jumped into the carriage, and said loudly,

"After talking for a long time, combined with your past behavior, I finally figured it out,

Bill Warren!

It turns out that you are all to blame, you have a grudge against Mr. Thorn, you want to take revenge on him, but unfortunately he is dead, you are unwilling to scold his wife and children, and even provoke everyone to kick out the orphans and widows, and when you learn that I am going to propose a plan to comfort you, you do everything possible to obstruct it, and even move my father's name out for this reason, you are really vicious. ”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes around him suddenly focused, Bill's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly scolded,

"This is a naked slander, you have no evidence, slander people indiscriminately, this is a rumor!

Wait! When Mr. Conton returns, I will sue you before him, and let him know the true colors of John Condon's rumor-mongers. ”

John shook his head with a slurp, looked at him with pity, and said,

"Dwarf winter melon, until now, you still dare to use your father to shirk responsibility,

I originally thought that you were just a dead fat man who likes to bully the weak and fear the hard, and deduct wages, but I didn't expect that you are not only greedy and lustful, money-hungry, but also black-hearted, and you don't want to give orphans and widows life-saving money, how can Blake have an uncle like you, how can Mrs. Condon have a brother like you, your existence is simply an insult to God. ”

In a word, every word is heart-wrenching, and Bill's face changes drastically,

Is this still the cowardly John Condon?

Bill's expression was solemn, especially when he heard the names of his sister and nephew, and suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart.

Since last year, Mr. Condon's health has deteriorated, and he realizes that he has reached the time to determine his heir, but he is torn between the two brothers, he favors his younger brother Black, but John is the first in line to the line, and according to the inheritance law of Mississippi, he can get at least one-third of the property even if the will stipulates a specific distribution of property.

One-third of the property!

Worth $170,000,

You must know that one of the three richest people in the United States, railway tycoon Cornelius Vanderbilt, has a total asset of only $9 million, and the total income of an ordinary family is only more than $100 a year.

This is why Bill targeted John at every turn, even going so far as to hire someone to manipulate his horses.

But it's too late to say anything now, and today's scene will have an extremely bad impact not only on himself, but also on his sister and nephew.

No, this must be reversed.

Beer was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, took off his hat, and argued,

"He's lying, don't believe him, I have no grudge against Mr. Thorn, I haven't tried to harm Mrs. Thorn, I haven't deducted your wages, John Condon is a liar, he's slandering me."

But at this moment, in the face of the knife-like gazes around him, his performance is like a clown who desperately performs but can't arouse the audience's interest.

Don't take the evil as small, the small evil gathers the big evil,

He usually relied on the identity of Derek Condon (John's) brother-in-law to bully and prestigious, and almost bullied the hired workers of Conton Manor, and now he regrets it, and wants to overturn the case for himself with a sentence, is everyone else a fool?

John laughed, looked at the helpers who were gradually surrounding him, and said mercilessly,

"Slander you, you dare to say that I slander you, look around, look at these angry eyes, you still dare to say that I slander you,

Bill Warren!

If you don't die, you won't die, you have done so many evil things in ordinary times, and today it's time for you to pay off your debts. ”

Rumble!

As the words fell, the meadow suddenly became extremely quiet, like the eve of a storm, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

The people around him gathered more and more, and countless angry eyes shone on Bill, seeing that he was uncomfortable, and his fat body couldn't help but tremble, especially Mrs. Thorn, who had just died of her husband, and her eyes were red as if she was about to eat people.

He was completely panicked, the situation was out of control, and if he didn't leave, he might even have to take his own life, Bill quickly jumped out of the truck, turned around and ran out, not even carrying a walking stick.

It's a pity that he hasn't heard a story at this moment: once the fox and tiger hound lose the protection of its owner, how can the wild wolves who have been oppressed by it all day let it go.

A fist-sized clod of dirt hit Bill's head, and Bill shook it twice and fell to the ground.

"Anyway, he can't see it, and he'll kick him."

Immediately afterward, countless feet of all sizes told Bill what it meant to be "angry and angry."

After only twenty seconds, the screams of killing pigs died down, and Bill lay motionless on the ground like a dead pig, completely fainting, but the feet around him still had no intention of stopping.

After 30 seconds, John felt almost the same, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the increasingly crazy melon-eating crowd, and just teach Bill a profound lesson, if he accidentally killed him, he might be fine, but this is difficult to say about orphans and widows.

"Alright, alright, let's just breathe."

John struggled to squeeze into the center of the crowd, pushed them aside with his hands outstretched, and said,

"That's pretty much it, if you accidentally kill him, the police station is coming, it's another trouble, you don't need to go to court around such a villain, it's not worth it."

"It's all gone, remember to come to the funeral in the afternoon."

Under John's constant persuasion, the people around him, despite reluctance, left in twos and threes.

John called a more familiar servant and told him to call the doctor, and then said to Hank,

"Uncle Hank, I want to ask you for a favor, it's about the six corpses, I just came back from school, I don't know much about the surrounding things, I hope you can find someone to put the corpses in the coffin, and I'll ask Debbie to send you the money for the coffin and the salary."

"Don't worry, young master, I will definitely get this matter done before noon." Hank took a puff of his cigarette, readily agreed, paused, remembered something, and suddenly asked,

"As for that, I will also buy a coffin for him!"

When he said this, his tone was clearly contemptuous, and it was clear that he did not think that inferior slaves had to do this, which was the common disease of the Southerners of this era - racism.

As a time-traveler with modern thoughts, John didn't like Hank's tone at this time, and even a little disgusted, but he also knew that this deep-rooted thinking could not be changed in a word.

John nodded and said casually,

"It's all a bunch of poor fellows, since they died together, let's do everything! Save yourself the hassle. ”