Mr. Roman, save Zamia!"

Listening to Critter's plea, Roman put his hand on his shoulder and spoke:

"Don't rush, speak slowly, what's going on? Who is Zamia? What's wrong with her?"

Krett scratched at his long, somewhat messy red hair, took a sip of water, and spoke:

"Mr. Roman,"

"Zamia was one of the children you saved from the North Wind that day, and she came from Constance like me."

"She's a little younger than me, 13 years old, and she's an orphan."

"Because we're all from Conston City, we're familiar with each other."

"After you destroyed the North Wind Party, we were placed by the police in an orphanage located at the intersection of the East and Bridge Districts, as we were homeless."

"I thought that life would gradually get better, that we would have food in the orphanage, and that we would be able to learn how to write."

"Although I am literate myself, for Zamiya and for many of our illiterate friends who came to that orphanage with us, this life is already beautiful."

"But last night, Zamiya said she went to church to pray, and she never came back."

"We searched around, and later heard that someone saw her taken by the Whiskers on the way back."

"We tried to find it, but we were beaten up by the gangsters."

"I really can't help but come here and ask for your help."

"Mr. Roman, please save Zamia!"

Roman then noticed that there were a lot of bruises on Klett's freckled face, like new scars.

He frowned, "Didn't you call the police?"

"Of course!" There was anger in Klet's tone:

"But they only said they knew, let us go back and wait for news, and nothing was done."

"We knew she was in the hands of the Whiskeys, but we couldn't do anything, and the police didn't pay attention to the clues we provided."

The Whiskers Party is a large gang active in the Eastern Side, controlling many women in special industries in the Eastern Side.

Roman thought about the information of the Whiskers, and listened to the 13-year-old Zamia of Krit, stood up, and said in a deep voice:

"Take me there."

Came's eyes lit up with surprise and he exclaimed, "Okay, follow me, Mr. Roman."

With that, he trotted all the way out of the room.

Roman followed.

I came to an East End street called Black Pine Street.

I looked at a two-story house at the end of the street where there was a handle at the door.

"Mr. Roman, this is it."

This time I didn't know the specific situation inside, and Roman didn't act rashly.

Taking out the psychic blade, Roman began to communicate with nearby spirits.

Under Krit's somewhat anxious gaze, Roman drove a few spirits to observe the situation in the house.

Through the spirits, Roman saw the gang members patrolling the courtyard, in a living room on the second floor of the house, several gang leaders were gathering to drink, and saw the teenagers and girls locked in the basement, they all looked very old.

Several spirits swaggered around the house several times, but they didn't cause alarm, either they were all ordinary people, or the extraordinary people inside were relatively low.

Either way, Roman didn't hesitate any longer.

Moreover, the extraordinary is not a cabbage, and Roman does not feel that he can meet it casually in an ordinary gang.

Roman looked at Klet, "What does Zamia look like?"

"She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a relatively thin build, less than 1.5 meters tall." Klet replied.

Roman nodded, and just now one of the spirits he had driven had seen the girl in the basement that matched the description.

Without further words, Roman grabbed a handful of stones from the ground nearby.

From Bright's point of view, Roman walks towards the two-story house as he casually throws out a stone with his right hand.

Along the way, I saw those gangsters who looked stronger, lying on the ground with their stomachs in their arms, wailing in pain.

Roman didn't choose to kill these gang members directly, after all, this is Beckland, and he still has to pay attention to order, and he can't kill people casually.

He just chose to make the gangsters on the other side incapacitated, and he was hit in the chest and abdomen by stones, and the severe pain made those gangsters unable to stand up at all.

Some people even had difficulty breathing in pain and could not even scream.

With Roman's current strength, deal with these ordinary people, let alone use weapons.

Even if you do it, it's not necessary.

Roman just threw stones all the way, cleaned up the gangsters on the first floor, and then came to the basement.

Watching Klett go to untie the girls who had been caught, Roman couldn't help but shake his head.

The gangsters described them as a rabble, and they were all praised.

I just entered casually, and the gang members upstairs didn't even react at all.

Roman handed the Storm badge that Fred had given him earlier, and asked him to take the victims to the nearest Storm Church, contact the pastor there to call the police, and Roman himself walked slowly up the stairs to the second floor of the house.

Pushing open the door, the stones flew out.

Many of the gang members didn't even know what was going on and just lay on the ground.

Roman came to the side of a man who looked like a leader, pulled a chair and sat down, put his foot on his belly, and asked in a calm tone:

"You're the leader of the Whiskers?"

The man struggled to raise his head in pain, looking up at the sudden enemy.

"I'm ...... Who are you, the leader of this neighborhood? You...... What do you want to do?"

Roman didn't answer his question, looked around and saw the wine and food on the table, completely devoid of any East End features.

Scold......

Roman's feet increased with force:

"You're pretty good at it."

"What are you going to do with the girls you have captured?"

Roman asked expressionlessly.

"What, what girl? I don't know ......."

Roman reluctantly stepped his foot down.

"Ahh

"Then, those are the orphans we have observed and searched, and we plan to pick a few obedient ones to send calendula after training."

"Where's the calendula?"

"Golden, calendula is the largest brothel in the Beckland Bridge district, the illegal kind."

Roman was not surprised, and then asked:

"How long have you been doing this?"

"I've been doing this since I joined the Phillips."

Roman looked at the man at his feet, "I see a lot of boys in the basement?"

Seeing that he was a little hesitant, Roman stepped directly on his hand.

"Ah! I said, I said."

"In the Bridge District and the Joe Wood District, there are many, many special places that provide services to customers who have more unique hobbies, and these little boys are also ready to be sent over after training."

"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Roman asked, suppressing his anger.

"They're all orphans, the kind that no one will hold them accountable, and the police won't bother with their disappearances, and no one will even report them."

Roman interrogated the gang members on this side, learning the details of the Wheelie Party and many gangs in the Eastern District.

During this period, a gang member took out a pistol from his waist and tried to fight back, but Roman directly stepped on his right hand holding the gun and fainted.

Seeing this, the gang members next to him became more honest, answered all questions, and told Roman about the situation of the gang.

Roman couldn't help but sigh in his heart as he waited for Klet to call the members of the Storm Church and the police.

People living in the East Side not only have to endure hunger and poverty, but also have to be exploited by the gangs, although to a certain extent, the presence of the gangs has maintained order in the East Side, and it can maintain normal operation despite the inaction of the police.

But what they brought to the people of the Eastern District was more suffering.

Even those relatively "kind" gangsters are built on the oppression of the poor in the East End.

The weak will only swing their fists at the weaker.

This cannibalistic world......

Roman was sighing when he saw Crete with a middle-aged man dressed in a Storm Church priest's robe.

Clett returned the Storm Badge to Roman and shouted "Mr. Roman" in disappointment.

This is a little different from the scene in Roman's imagination when the Church of the Storm sends a team to bring the police.

Roman bowed to the Storm Church priest and asked:

"Mr. Priest, are you the only one?"

The middle-aged priest drew a Storm Emblem on his chest and said, "Yes, Your Excellency, everyone else has something to do right now, and they can't come back."

"I will convey the intention of His Excellency Bishop, and I will follow Your Excellency to the police station, and the police will deal with this gang case."

"The church is not involved."

Roman listened, a little silent.

After a few moments, he asked, "Even if there are followers of the Storm Lord among these children?"

"There are more than just believers in the Lord among these children." The middle-aged priest said calmly.

"Your Excellency, let's go to the nearest police station together." He continued, "I believe that the police will give these children back their freedom, and these gang members will get a fair trial according to the law."

"Trust the law, this is Beckland."

Roman looked down at the priest with a serious face and some gray hair, and did not speak.

He also looked at Roman in the same way, and his gaze did not dodge.

After a long time, Roman slowly spoke:

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Priest, then I beg you to report to the nearest police station, I have something else to do, so I won't delay."

Without waiting for the priest's reply, Roman glanced at Crease and walked straight out of the room.

Crete followed behind Roman and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Roman?"

Roman stopped, looked back at him, looked at him with a serious expression, and asked:

"Is Zamiya a follower of the goddess of the night?"

Klett was a little confused by the question, but he still thought about it, and replied:

"Yes, she believes in the goddess of the night."

Roman nodded, and continued to stride out.

Klet hurriedly followed.

Roman threw the spare key to his house in the East End to Klete, took out a five-pound note, thought about it, and exchanged the five-pound bill for a similar amount of 5 Sules 1 Sul of odds and pieces of notes, and said to Klett:

"You take it, take the children and squeeze them in my house first, and prepare some food for them."

"What about you? Mr. Roman." Crete took the handful of bills and keys and looked at Roman.

Roman did not answer his question, but said to him:

"I'll get back there as soon as I can, you go first."

Looking at the back of Bright as he turned to leave, Roman turned his head, found a rental carriage, and headed in the direction of the North End.

He was going to St. Samuel's Church.

To provide you with the fastest update of "Mystery: Starting from the Warrior Path", in order for you to check the fastest update of this book next time, please be sure to save the bookmark!

Chapter 116: Clayter's Request to Read for Free.