"No need."

A high-pitched, crisp female voice was heard, and then Streich's figure appeared on the road, and behind her gathered some people with guns, who looked like Schupel's maids and maids. The most striking thing is Peter, who was pulled by Catherine's neckline next to him, and his face was disgraced.

"We heard gunshots." Streich said.

"Your support is timely." John seemed to understand what was going on in the field except for them.

Stridge pulled a match from the hem pocket of her skirt, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then snuffed out the red cigarette butt, an action that John didn't expect.

"This guy really ran to the Skinners right under our noses, and after being tied up by them, he begged for mercy, I think he was the gunman on your side." Piji knelt on the ground with a cotton cloth in his mouth and screamed, but no matter what he said, he could only hold it in his mouth, "What I didn't expect was that I heard this guy's nonsense clearly - this guy had already colluded with the Peeling Gang!"

"Cored Petge, Mr. Pigge, you?!"

Mr. Wayne looked at the embarrassed Pige in surprise, and the expression on his face revealed that he had never expected this. Cored Pigge heard his companion calling him, his drooping head lifted slightly, his eyes still fixed on the dust on the ground.

"Mr. Wayne, do you know about this?" John tightened his grip on the gun.

"No...... No...... This matter has nothing to do with me, I am very good friends with Mr. Schuppel, but this Corid Petge, he came to the police station three weeks ago to get an errand, I saw that he was good marksmanship, so I took him, and now it seems that I killed Mr. Schupel, this decision is really damned, and I am willing to take responsibility for it. ”

"If it's responsible, we'll talk about it later, and so will Schupel, bring in these two unreliable things to be gunmen." Stretch put his right foot on Cored Pigge's head, her boots on top of her boots, the tips of which ruffled Pigge's hair, "Anyway, what about the proud old man?" ”

John pointed to Schuper, who was lying behind him on the building materials, who had fainted temporarily due to blood loss, and Streich realized that Schupel was seriously injured.

"Poor fellow...... Let's send the old man back first. ”

More than ten minutes later, the two carriages slowly stopped in the grass in front of the Emerald Manor, and Madame Schupel greeted her from the door, "I have a hunch that something bad will happen to you, and sure enough, misfortune has happened." Mrs. Ranch looked worriedly at her husband, who was covered in blood on the wood.

"Doctor! Come over here and give a hand. John saw Mr. Benz, who was standing in the doorway, with an anxious look on his face, and said, "Can you heal such a wound?" ”

"I'll do my best." Mr. Benz replied firmly.

John jumped out of the carriage and watched as Mr. Wayne helped Schuppel in, and a maid carried a medical box and followed Dr. Bentz.

"I don't think he can save people with this little box." Miller said from the side.

"He was able to keep Gremes' infected leg, and I trust his medical skills." John said.

Then Thomas came over with a whip in his hand, "Now we'll have to think about how to teach Mr. Pige, and I've found this." ”

John shook his head, he thought that what to do with Pige should be left to Schuppel, "The man was hired by Mr. Schupel, and he should be allowed to decide." ”

But the betrayal is a hateful thing, and it would have chilled the hearts of the people if Schuppel had not come to his senses, so John added, "But I trust that Mr. Schupel will allow us to punish us a little." ”

Cored Pigge was sturdyly tied to the post of the stable, and every time Thomas raised the leather whip high, he would leave a crimson mark on his body, it was a special whip, and this whip would be bitter when it hit the strong muscles, let alone the physical Pige.

"I didn't expect Thomas to have this ability, and the kung fu of teaching people made me willing to bow down." John whispered to Miller, beside him.

"Alright, Thomas, just get the punishment done, don't beat people to the ground, we'll wait for Shupel to interrogate him when he's cured." To be honest, although it was a bit unrighteous, these ten minutes were the most comfortable and relieving experience John had in months.

"Gentlemen...... Please spare me...... I can explain anything. Corid was on his knees, sobbing and foaming at the blood, more aggrieved than being trampled under Strich's feet.

John saw Mr. Wayne come out of the side door with the bucket, and he saw the misery of Cored Pige, and perhaps touched his heart, John noticed a flash of pity in his eyes.

"Gentlemen, please don't take it too seriously. The Cored Petge I know is by no means such a person, he must have been bewitched by the Skinning Brothers, and he was momentarily dazed, and Pigge may have had his own troubles. ”

"If Mr. Wayne insists on saying that, I'll take those words as your exculpation for him." Thomas turned around and said.

"No...... I don't, and I know you can't trust me, but at least let Pidge accept a fair verdict. Wayne looked scared, and after throwing away the words, he rushed to the well to fetch water.

While Mr. Pigge watched timidly as Thomas's whip begged for mercy again, Mrs. Schupel cried out with tears of excitement over the doorframe.

"Jonathan saved!"

Hearing this, John and the others rushed into the house and came to Schupel's hospital room.

"He's awake, I've stitched up his wounds, and it shouldn't be life-threatening." Dr. Benz looked worriedly at his master from the bedside.

John crouched down on the edge of the bed, and Schupel took his hand.

"I misunderstood you, so it seems to be so...... I'm not worth it for you to do so much, I'm wary of you because...... I used to think that there were no good people in the world. ”

"You have also provided us with shelter, and you don't have to apologize for that."

John ...... You saved my life, I have to tell you my name...... Jonathan Schupel, you can call me by my name like a peer. ”

"Mr. Schupel, this is good, it is my duty to protect you, you can recuperate now in peace and don't talk anymore."

John put Schupel's hand in place and left the room, and Miller followed him out.

"Maybe without this, I would never have had the chance to talk to him." John tilted his head and said.

"He's a very wary man, but now he seems to be opening up to you." Miller nodded in agreement, "I'll have to go to the warehouse to see if all the wood is in place, and it wouldn't be easy to explain if I got one or two." ”

"That's right, I'll go upstairs and rest for a while." John yawned and said that the battle had drained a lot of his energy.

John stepped up the stairs to step into his bedroom.

"Should I call you Mr. Coster or John?" Stridge had changed into clean casual clothes and was leaning against John's door to swallow the clouds.

"Whatever you want, but when did you get into this habit of smoking?"

"I found that smoke can make me forget my body's troubles for a while, and the effect is much stronger than medicine, do you want one?"

"No, thank you, I'm going to rest."

"Don't you say something?" Streich smiled.

"You've done well today, Lady Manstar."

"Look, you're still on my toes, don't you wonder how I eliminated the Skinning Gang, and why my marksmanship is so good? How much more will I have to do to get you to accept me? Stretch smirked.

"You're already one of us."

"Oh, really?"

Stridge leaned over and tried to put his lips to John's face, and John felt a warm current in his heart and tried to lean his mouth up, but he remembered Ashley, whose virtuous wife was waiting for him to kill his enemies and return home, while he was looking for a new love and was breaking his promise, and John couldn't help but take a step back.

"What? I thought our relationship was strong enough. ”

"I've got to go and rest." John said.