The situation changed so rapidly that before he knew it, John had reached a point where there was no way back. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Renaud looked at John worriedly, he wanted to come forward to help this little man who had grown up together, but the country boy who had not experienced much really didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

Invisible malice permeated the surroundings, like the fog and cold of early winter.

Gradually, the crowd began to stir, and some unbearable, vulgar, almost invective voices whispered around the world, and even those who had praised John's kindness yesterday switched sides and joined the ranks of the crusaders.

However, what made people unacceptable was that even in the midst of so many angry eyes, the hateful young master still stood there with a smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, with mockery, without the slightest remorse.

Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu is admirable, but when you greet the smile that Qianfu doesn't care about, the feeling of being embarrassed will naturally provoke the anger that is suppressed to the extreme in your heart.

A young man with a white body came out of the crowd and roared loudly,

"Big young master, in the face of such an ugly thing, you keep laughing, don't you feel ashamed?"

John turned around, casually looked at the white young man who was obviously carried away by anger, shook his head slightly, and said disdainfully,

"Shame? Why should I be ashamed? ”

"You ......"

The youthful face turned red, a pair of fists clenched, it seemed that he had the intention of doing it at any time, his father died at the hands of the giant wolf, he hated the giant wolf, but now he hated John even more, this person has been a cowardly rich young master since he was a child and defiled the dream of wolf hunting that he has always wanted to achieve.

This strange idea is really difficult for ordinary people to understand, John didn't know, and he didn't have time to guess what he felt in his heart, so he only turned his eyes to Andrew on the side, up and down, left and right, seriously, and looked at this familiar stranger in all directions.

The old butler of Condon Manor, a hidden enemy, no, maybe some identity.

John looked at him wantonly, and only then did he realize that the old man, who had been with him for some years, had always had a fairly strong body, his limbs were calm and powerful, his face was red, and the lumpy muscles under his luxurious clothes were looming, even for young people who exercised regularly.

And his eyes weren't perfect pure blue, and there was a little dark red in the middle, like congealed blood.

"Mr. Andrew, do you think I need to be ashamed?" John asked with a smile,

"The young master has done such an excessive thing, and he doesn't feel ashamed, and if Mr. Conton knows, he will definitely be even more embarrassed."

"Really?"

John smiled disapprovingly and said, "I thought Mr. Andrew was a smart man, but I didn't expect that he was just an unreasonable fool." After saying this, John stopped paying attention to this strange fellow, who had become an enemy, and turned to look directly into the eyes of contempt, sarcasm, and disdain, and said unhurriedly,

"I don't know if anyone here has ever heard a sentence that correct judgment comes from independent thinking, but if thinking is disturbed by false words, you can't understand what is true? What is false? Then the judgment of the mind will inevitably turn into a ridiculous drift. ”

After a pause, John continued,

"Just like you now, Mr. Andrew said that I am a villain who will only expire to defraud, then I may ask, are you willing to believe his words to convict me, or listen to my explanation below and then make the most correct judgment with independent thinking."

Reasonable requests are always irrefutable, especially when the person making the request is still a former superior, the noise slowly becomes smaller, people turn to each other, some people can't help but have a trace of confusion in their eyes, and even the young people who are making a lot of noise have stopped and looked at John with a blank face.

For a while, in the strange atmosphere, the surroundings gradually quieted down, no one continued to accuse John, no one tried to prevent him from speaking, everyone just stood there, like the judge holding the defendant accountable, waiting for him to make a final statement, even Andrew on the side.

This is the culture of this world!

John sighed with some emotion that if he was in China, he would have been convicted and detained at this time, and he would not have had the opportunity to speak.

A nation without historical accumulation is really simpler in heart!

John shook his head, suddenly feeling that the plan he had made before was a bit cumbersome, and that a simpler one might have better results.

"First of all, I want to make sure of three things, and I don't want anyone to interrupt me until I finish saying these three things, that's my only request."

After making sure that no one objected to this statement, John held out a finger and continued,

"First of all, I was the one who was attacked by the giant wolf last night, and I also set the fire."

"Do you have any doubts about that?"

The people looked at each other, and finally they all turned their eyes to Mr. Hank, the leader of the patrol in the field, who had been said to be the first to determine that the person who had been attacked by the giant wolf last night was the eldest young master.

Countless eyes gathered, and the old man, who didn't want to do much, smiled helplessly and said loudly,

"This incident is true, and both I and the patrolmen present can prove that Master John's house was indeed attacked by a giant wolf, and there are still hairs left by the giant wolf at the scene." With that, Hank took a step back and stood there with his hands over, saying no more.

Things in the world are often wonderful, and the young hairy guy always likes to talk endlessly in the crowd, making enthusiastic and fierce speeches to attract people's attention, but the effect is often counterproductive;

The respected old men seldom spoke, but when they made their promises, all listened attentively and did not have the slightest suspicion.

John patted the dust off his body and waited for the people to understand the true meaning of this message before he spoke,

"Looks like I don't need to prove anything anymore, well, let's talk about the second thing."

"Last night, I was chased by a giant wolf and rode on a horse for 3 minutes to shout for help......"

John glanced around, his cold eyes were like a cold ice storm, and no one dared to resist his edge wherever he went, and he said in a polar tone,

"I shouted for three minutes, but no one helped me, not even anyone who dared to go out of the house, you, as hired workers of Condon Manor, just shrank under the window when the eldest young master was attacked, watching him being pursued, listening to his helpless laughter, silent, and didn't even do the most basic solidarity, what are you?"

The sound of accusations made the atmosphere stranger, and the people looked ashamed, bowed their heads, and had no face to discern, and the law of Mississippi was very clear that if the plantation owner was in danger and the hired workers chose to flee or turn a blind eye, then the owner of the estate had the right to disregard the contract and directly evict the employees, or even deprive the employees of half of the property they had received during the period of employment.

John took a deep breath, shook his head, pretended to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sighed,

"Okay, this matter is over, I won't pursue anything more, I just hope you can think carefully, if one day in the future, the giant wolves that break into Condon Manor are not one, but a group, at that time, how should you deal with yourself, whether to continue to huddle under the window and wait for death with your family, or pick up torches and weapons to fight a way out of desperation."

After saying this, John didn't give everyone time to think, and directly stretched out his third finger and said,

"Now for the third thing, which is what you are most concerned about, is it that I cut off the head of this giant wolf?"

After a pause, John waited for all the eyes to converge, and said with great seriousness,

"No, I didn't cut off the wolf's head."

Rumble! The surroundings suddenly exploded, and just before people's emotions were completely boiling, John took another dose of fierce medicine,

"But, I can tell you plainly that this filthy big guy is your eldest young master, that is, Lao Tzu and me, John Condon... Kiss... Hand... Slaughter... Fall... Target. ”

ps: The New Year is finally over, the relatives are finally finished, the little niece is finally gone, the second uncle is finally discharged from the hospital, the broken electricity tower is finally repaired, and I can finally start writing,

Here are the blessings of those who are not busy during the New Year, and I really envy you.