August 17, 1379 in the Medland Glory calendar.

The Royal Navy Club in Tulum Harbor was full of people and scolding.

Entering through the club's main gate, there is a short corridor, and several framed portraits hang on the luxurious oak parapet. In the portrait, they are majestic-looking, wearing crisp uniforms and holding command swords, and they are the highest-ranking generals of the Imperial Navy today.

At the end of the corridor was an oval-shaped hall, the white marble floor was polished as bright as a mirror, and in the center was a huge bronze Imperial Navy insignia with a diameter of more than twenty feet.

On the rough sea, a thick snake body wrapped around a battleship, nine huge, hideous snake heads poked out from the battleship, and eighteen scarlet eyes were inlaid with rubies, which were extremely fierce in the light.

When Joe walked in, there were many people sitting around the hall, on a circle of sofas against the base of the wall.

In the middle of the hall, nearly 100 sailors were assembled, wearing soft-soled leather boots, shorts, sea soul shirts, double streamers and leather soft hats, carrying short rifles of the imperial navy, lined up in a neat phalanx.

The blue and white porcelain vase shattered, and the loud noise made the sailors look back at Joe at the same time.

Joe grabbed the assailant who had jumped from the second floor of the hall and threw him away, the expressions of the sailors becoming extremely strange, and they all shouted at the same time.

"Damn Joe, you dare to knock on the door?"

"This is the Navy Club, not your judicial academy, nor the police station of the black dog!"

"For the glory of the Imperial Navy, beat him!"

"Imperial Navy, charge!"

A dozen sailors closest to Joe shouted and cursed, strode up to Joe, and swung their fists around him.

Joe's eyes widened, "Wow, they're all old friends!" ”

These people who rushed up, Qiao looked at them, all of them were familiar, and several of them made Qiao unforgettable.

At the gate of the club just now, he really didn't brag. All the student soldiers of the Naval Academy in Port Tulum, as well as all the graduates of the last three years, are all old acquaintances of his!

Under Joe's leadership, a mass brawl has broken out on average once a month at the Port Tulum Judicial College and the Naval Academy over the past three years, and it has become an almost fixed tradition. And the encounter between the students of the two sides on the street must happen every few days.

When Joe was still studying at the Judicial Academy, both sides had their own winners and losers, and the Naval Academy was an army establishment after all, so it had a slight upper hand in group brawls.

But after Joe graduated, the momentum reversed, and in the past month and a half, nearly 100 cadets of the Naval Academy were arrested by the Port Tulum Police Department.

The arrested trainees were charged with a variety of crimes, such as several unlucky ones, who walked down the street in a dignified manner, just whistling at a passing girl, and were arrested and put in a black prison by the patrolling police on charges of 'attempting to rape'.

The Naval Academy came forward to find an important person from the Tulum Port Police Department, but was strongly rejected by the Tulun Port Police Department.

The frustrated Naval Academy's higher-ups went directly to the Tulun Port City Hall, and the Tulun Port District Court immediately lodged a protest with the City Hall, and even sent a warning letter to the Naval Academy, warning them of the dangers of undermining the justice of the Empire and the serious consequences that might be brought about.

According to incomplete statistics, just today, at this moment, in the basement of the Tulun Port Police Station building across the street, there are still more than two dozen unlucky people from the Naval Academy.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed. More than a dozen sailors rushed up and hit with their fists, and they were ruthless and had no intention of sparing.

Surrounded by a dozen sailors, Joe had no room to dodge at all. The sailors beat around Qiao, and their fists fell like raindrops, making Qiao's flesh ripple.

The sound of belly, thighs, buttocks, waist, and fists hitting the flesh 'snapped', and Joe instinctively raised his arms to protect his head.

But in an instant, Joe grinned, didn't feel any pain?

Qiao himself is extremely strong, and ordinary people's fists hit him without pain. After opening up the sea of power, when the power soars, the various functions of the body also soar.

At this moment, Joe, not to mention fists, even ordinary iron rods are difficult to hurt him.

Joe smiled and let go of his arms, his head down, a leather cap dangling under his nose.

Most of these sailors were natives of the vicinity of Port Tulum, and their average height was only five feet seven or eight inches, and six feet tall was considered to stand out among them. And Joe was already nearly seven feet and two inches, and after opening up the sea of power, he grew more than two inches taller overnight.

The sailors beat around Joe, like a group of agile monkeys, surrounding a wild bear!

"Hahaha!" Joe laughed loudly, waved his big hand, his fat palm was like a bear's paw, grabbed the sailor jumping around him, and gently threw it back.

The door of the club was open, and eight sailors were looking into the door, and two sailors flew out with the sound of breaking wind, and the sailors who guarded the door hurriedly shrank back.

The two sailors threw themselves down the street in a rage.

Then two, then two, then two, and in three or five breaths, Joe brutally threw out of the club the dozen sailors who had surrounded him.

The sailors in the hall were in a commotion, and several impulsive guys grabbed their rifles directly.

'Bang'!

A gunshot rang out from the second floor of the hall, followed by a sound of 'dang chang', in the middle of the high circular dome of the hall, the crystal chandelier with complex and exquisite shapes shook for a while, and a large number of crystal fragments fell down in a hurry, smashing the sailors lined up directly below all hugged their heads.

The original exquisite crystal chandelier was missing a large piece, and Joe raised his head and subconsciously whistled.

According to his estimates, the cost price of this crystal chandelier is also more than 10,000 gold marks, and the value of this chandelier has been at least eighty percent of the price of this chandelier.

On the corridor facing the hall on the second floor, a bald man leaned out, holding a smoky flintlock gun in his right hand, and pointed at the stunned sailors and shouted, "What do you want to do? Assaulting a police officer is a felony! ”

Crystal chandeliers swirled and flew on the smooth marble floor, and the hall reverberated with the crisp sound of 'clanging'.

On the corridor on the second floor, an angry voice rang out: "Stein, bastard, you dare to shoot on my turf?" Bastard, assaulting a police officer is a felony, but what is the crime of assaulting an Imperial soldier? ”

In the hall, several men in casual clothes who had been lazily leaning on the sofa laughed at the same time.

A thin, shriveled middle-aged man with a slightly hunched back and a large hooked nose on a triangular face made him look particularly gloomy shouted: "In the name of the law, I swear, it was these sailors who attacked Sergeant 3rd Class Joe Rong Wittu first!" ”

The grim man lifted the hem of his coat, revealing a pair of delicate steel handcuffs on his belt.

"In the name of the law, Alan Aby, a first-class police officer of the Empire, is willing to testify that these sailors not only attack the police, but they attack the Imperial nobles."

Sergeant 1st Class Alan Abbey winked at Joe and asked with a righteous expression, "Sergeant 3rd Class Joe Rong Wittu, do you want to use the Imperial Law of Peace to prosecute them, or use the Imperial Nobility Law to sue them?" ”

Outside the gate, on the street, the first to attack Joe, who was thrown away by Joe casually, and the unlucky guy who had not caught his breath for a long time struggled to get up, he shook his body, and walked back to the club step by step, just in time to hear the words of Officer Allen.

"I protest...... I ......"

With the bridge of his nose crooked in half and blood dripping from his nostrils, Metzingred Jon Wells screamed angrily, "I...... The Wells Family's ...... Messing ......"

Joe looked back at the hapless fellow, Wells, this is an old enemy. No wonder, the vase that had just been smashed down didn't leave a hand.

In the corridor on the second floor, the voice that had just roared madly sounded Stein again: "Come on, drag this idiot out, confinement, confinement, the smallest little black room, a week, a week, a week!" ”

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, restrain your subordinates, restrain your subordinates...... Damn, damn it, what's going on? Stein, you bastard, I remember your shot! ”

Metzinglad opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but from the corridor on the left side of the hall, two gendarmes flew out, rushed to his side in a few big strides, covered his mouth, and dragged him into the corridor with a frenzied struggle.

Bald in the Mediterranean, with a big donkey face, hooked nose, triangular eyes, thin lips, gray-green eyes like a stinking gutter, the whole face did not look like a good man Port Tulum Police Chief Stein shrugged his shoulders, handed the short gun in his hand to a uniformed policeman beside him, and then beckoned to Joe.

"Joe, come up!"

"This is not anyone's private territory, this is the land of the Empire...... In the name of the law, there is no place outside the law in the land of the empire. ”

Stein shook his head triumphantly, and the top of his bare head reflected a layer of oil in the light.

"Joe, come up. In the name of the laws of the Empire, no one can harm a good policeman who is upright, kind, self-denying, law-abiding, and dedicated under the nose of old Stein! ”

Joe laughed happily, Director Stein, Hesse's veteran partner, a minority shareholder in the Rose Chamber of Commerce of the Rittal family, and his wife, Madame Stein, was a good friend of Leah. The Rittal family holds a dance party every month, and the husband and wife don't play it.

More intimately, and even less knowingly, Stein is Joe's godfather!

Flicking his fingers at the brass police helmet on the top of his bullet head, and tidying up his uniform, which had been a little messy by a random punch, Qiao said loudly and loudly: "Dear Director, of course, I am a good policeman!" ”

'Poof', spitting on the ground, Joe walked through the sailors in the hall with his head held high, and in their angry eyes, Shi Shiran walked up to the arc corridor facing the door, and walked briskly to the second floor of the club.

The cloister on the second floor is covered with a thick woolen blanket of azure blue.

On the spacious corridor, a large number of people in black, iron gray, and light blue uniforms gathered together, looking at Joe who walked up with different eyes.

Standing in front of an intricately carved oak door at the end of the cloister, Stein beckoned to Joe.

"Here, Joe...... As one of the best police officers in Tulum Port, you are qualified to attend this meeting. ”

Beside Stein, a burly middle-aged man in a navy uniform stared at Joe viciously.

"Yes, Director." Jo walked towards Stein with his head held high, without squinting.