Maria stood up uneasily, looking at Lawrence and his patrolmen in alarm.

He was now the most sober of all the Englishmen present, because he had only drunk half a glass of gin.

Seeing Lawrence's appearance, he was even more convinced that the waiters who brought the wine definitely did not come with good intentions.

Moreover, from the time they beat up the waiters to the time the patrols entered, it was as if the patrolmen were standing outside the door and ready to break in.

The British in the tavern looked around in bewilderment, dozens of patrolmen were pointing black guns at them, and their alcoholic minds were a little clearer under such death threats.

And the four waiters who had just fallen to the ground and received a fist and kick also took advantage of this gap to quickly get up, and ran behind these patrolmen with bruises on their bodies.

"Everyone, with their heads in their hands, line up to come out of the tavern."

Lawrence raised the tip of his knife to the Britons and snapped.

The British stared at each other in trepidation, and none of them would be the first to step forward.

After all, their master's order kept them from leaving this tavern, and if they disobeyed this order now, they would probably get even more trouble.

Seeing that these people were hesitant, Lawrence did not talk nonsense, and gave the patrol a look, telling them to tighten the encirclement a little.

Seeing the patrols slowly approaching them, the British finally couldn't stand still, and a few of the people standing on the periphery were about to put their heads on the muzzles of their guns.

At Lawrence's request, they had to walk out of the tavern step by step in fear with their heads in their hands.

When it was Maria's turn, although he shouted loudly to Lawrence:

"Sir! Excellency! I wasn't involved in the brawl and they can testify that you can't do this to me! ”

But neither Lawrence nor the Englishmen went on with their business as if they hadn't heard.

Especially the Englishmen, who are now unable to protect themselves, and no one will be kind enough to bear witness for them.

Even many Englishmen looked at Maria gloatingly, as if pulling Maria into the water made them feel a lot better.

Under the gun-wielding supervision of the patrolmen, all the British in the lobby were driven out of the tavern and surrounded in the street outside.

And the waiter who took the initiative to provoke the British, who was touching the wounds on his body at the moment, came behind Lawrence.

"How's the wound on your body? Grosso. ”

Lawrence asked with a worried frown, glancing back at the bruises and purple scars on his body.

"It hurts so fuckingly, but it doesn't matter, Lao Tzu has been beaten more than you kid, in this case, as long as you shrink on the ground and hold your head, it's okay to be beaten for a few minutes. The other three were about the same as me, no big deal. ”

Grosso said indifferently, still pressing a bruise on his hand to speed up the healing of the bruise.

"I'm sorry, but you're the only one on the patrol who speaks English." Lawrence said with some embarrassment.

"What is this, not even blood, anyway, Lao Tzu is mixed with your kid."

Grosso continued to press on the wound, looked at a large group of Englishmen squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands outside the tavern, frowned, and said:

"However, let's just arrest the two Brits, and if you drive all the people outside like this, won't you make a big deal out of it."

Lawrence glanced outside, it was noon, and there were still many pedestrians on the street, and many passers-by who had noticed the situation were already gathered around.

"It's all the same."

Lawrence shook his head and said:

"Even if we only arrest one person, the news will still reach the ears of Paulie and the Count. It's better to make things bigger, and it seems more justified. ”

"Well... So what do we do now? ”

Grosso thought for a while and said, the four waiters just now were all pretended to be him and other patrol soldiers, and it was no problem to deceive these newcomers to the British, but for the citizens of Ajaccio, Grosso's face was easy to recognize.

"Hmm... The four of you stay in the tavern first, wrap your face in bandages, and watch me gesture before you come out. ”

Lawrence glanced at Grosso, his scarred face was too recognizable, including the other three patrolmen, who still needed a bit of disguise to not show up in front of the citizens of Ajaccio because they were often in public.

After instructing a few "victims", Lawrence walked out of the tavern, where the crowd had gathered outside in a three-story circle.

At the innermost were the Brits, who were crouching on the ground with their heads crossed, then the patrolmen with guns pointed at them, and at the outermost were the citizens of Ajaccio watching the bustle.

Seeing Lawrence walk out of the tavern, the townspeople moved their feet in good agreement to make way for him.

"Your Excellency! You can't do this to me, I'm a gentleman! What is my charge? ”

As soon as she saw Lawrence coming, Maria, who was still honestly squatting on the ground, immediately stood up and said to Lawrence hurriedly.

Lawrence glanced at him and said casually:

"Gathering crowds to fight, intentionally injuring."

"I'm not involved!" Maria spread her hands and said in a loud voice:

"Moreover, I am a subject of His Majesty the King of England, and you cannot judge me by Corsican law!"

Lawrence directly ignored the first half of his sentence, deliberately sneered, looked around at the surrounding citizens, and said:

"I'm sorry for disrupting your normal life, citizens of Ajaccio, but a horrific assault has just taken place in this tavern."

With that, Lawrence clapped his hands inside the tavern and motioned for Grosso and the other three patrolmen to come out.

I saw the four of them supporting each other, and walked out with difficulty, their faces covered with bandages like mummies, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

And the waiter clothes on their bodies almost turned into rags in the beating and tearing just now.

Not to mention their bare skin, purple and blue bruises can be seen everywhere, and there are not a few abrasions, some of which are still bleeding slowly.

In all fairness, such an injury is not serious, and it only takes a period of rest to heal.

However, the visual impact of these injuries in an instant was quite huge, and the surrounding citizens exclaimed in surprise when they saw this, this is the northern city of Ajaccio, and there will be no such serious attacks on weekdays.

"Don't panic, folks."

Lawrence said calmly:

"The murderer has been controlled by us, the British in front of you. And just now, one of them..."

As he spoke, Lawrence pointed to Maria, who was standing, with his chin, and continued:

"He told me that I could not judge him by Corsican law, and what I would say was that I would not allow such an insult to the Corsican to happen to me, even if I used other means than the law, I would judge him!"

"British!"

Lawrence stared at Maria, but spoke in Italian:

"Don't try to be a boss here, this is Corsica! This is Ajaccio! Now, all of them are ordered to return the criminals to the patrol's dungeons. ”

Amid the cheers of the citizens, the patrolmen began to tie ropes to the British and escort them back to their station.

And on the way back, Grosso carefully leaned behind Lawrence and whispered:

"By the way, boy, what did you just say Italian to those Brits, and they don't understand."

Lawrence tilted his head slightly, his lips barely motionless, and whispered:

"It doesn't matter, it's not for them."

Grosso was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and said angrily:

"Damn, it's the kind of coercion of public opinion again, you kid should go into politics, it's too despicable."

"Despicable? Grosso, I prefer to call it efficient. ”

Lawrence dropped the sentence softly and took a few steps faster to avoid Grosso's identity being revealed.