"Do the Nord barbarians really dare to do it?"

Thorn was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was not slow at all, he walked forward quickly to Zhang Yun's side, stretched out his hand, and parried the counter, and the stout Nord man smashed into the sandbag-sized fist in the face of the small official.

"Bang" with a fist and palm exchange, thorns and thorns did not use mana, and the simple body strength was similar to that of this strong man as thick as a bear, and after the two collided, their bodies shook back a few steps at the same time.

"This new boy has so much strength! Don't go toe-to-toe with him! ”

The middle-aged man behind the counter shouted in Western Continental, and after standing firm, he only felt that his palms were slightly numb, and when he looked at the purple face of his fists, he felt that his bones were painful and numb, making him uncomfortable and keep shaking his arms.

The palm of the thorn is similar, it was red at first, and as the blood was born, the surface instantly turned blue-purple, which was shocking to look at.

Enduring the pain and taking advantage of the retreat, Thorn grabbed Zhang Yun's shoulder with his other hand and retreated with his body.

It doesn't matter how many times he takes it, this middle-aged man is afraid that half of his life will be lost if he is punched by this bear-like brute.

This little official never expected that the Nord barbarian would actually start to ask a question, and he was so frightened that his face turned pale.

As Thorn stretched out his hand, a sudden force pulled him back, and the man was caught off guard and his hands loosened, and the accounts and official tax books fell to the ground.

Thorn stepped back quickly, and several Nord clerks behind him punched him on the back, snorting in pain, but he didn't fight back, allowing these Nords to continue to punch and kick.

"Shoot him!"

The Nord barbarians had just hit each of them twice, and they were shouting excitedly, reaching out to grab the two of them, but unexpectedly, the young man who was walking back quickly had more physical strength than they thought.

"Bang bang bang" a few times, their bodies were knocked away by a strong force, and they were stunned when they saw that the two Xinhan tax inspectors had retreated to the door of the store with a disheveled look of being attacked.

"Someone, the Nords have attacked the official!"

Zhang Yun, who had just woken up from a dream, immediately shouted at the top of his throat, and as soon as these words came out, more than ten young and middle-aged men of the Xia nationality wearing Western-style clothes came out of the tide-like flow of people outside the store.

They shouted:

"The Nexcom Patrol Bureau is on duty! Take down this group of Nords who dare to attack the officials of the New Han Dynasty! ”

After finishing speaking, he hugged up, although all of these Nord barbarians were strong, but they were all flesh and blood, three Xia plainclothes patrols to deal with a Nord barbarian, and the three of them were scattered according to the rules of government training, one locked the left shoulder, one locked the right shoulder, and the last person kicked the knee.

The Nords who were caught off guard were quickly subdued, and some of the timid or cautious people in the surging crowd outside the store saw this scene and left without looking, and of course there were also people who loved to watch the excitement surrounded them.

The latter is the vast majority.

Zhang Yun, who was a little disheveled, looked back at the disheveled clothes and his hair was a little disheveled, obviously the thorns who had been beaten a few times were slightly stunned, but he still shouted loudly according to the previously rehearsed script:

"Xiao Wang, how are you? The Nords hit you a few times, are you okay? ”

Thorn immediately smiled "reluctantly", and his body fell straight into Zhang Yun's arms.

The middle-aged man supported the "unconscious" young man, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice:

"Hit someone! The Nords have beaten the officials of the New Han Dynasty! ”

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers became more and more numerous, they more or all understood Zhuxia language, and immediately pointed at them when they heard this:

"Look, that young man seems to have been beaten to death by the Nord barbarians!"

"It doesn't seem to be dead, just faint."

"It's too much, this group of barbarians usually cheats and cheats, and this time they beat the Xinhan officials like this!"

"Look, the young man's hair is disheveled, and the whole person has fainted, he must have been injured by the Nords, I'm afraid there will be sequelae!"

……

More than a dozen plainclothes newcomers in the store ignored the voices outside, they had been used to watching from others for many years.

A well-trained group of people took out the iron handcuffs from their bosoms, and with a few clicks, they all handcuffed the captured Nord barbarians.

Some of the brutal barbarians reluctantly looked up, and saw the appearance of the two new Han officials outside the store, many of them were pointing around, and at the same time, they felt the cold texture of the iron tools with their hands handcuffed, and only then did they realize what they had just done, and their faces turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the barbarians were all holding it, he led the team to catch the head and immediately shouted:

"It's all done, it's all done! We're going to take these prisoners away, and we're going to send the wounded to be treated!" Get out of the way! ”

"Let it go, don't interfere with official business, otherwise you will also be responsible!"

……

Hearing this, the onlookers, who were mostly from the western continent, did not dare to touch the official and moved away.

Zhang Yun and several other officials walked along the vacated opening, carrying the young man who had "fainted" out of the building, and the rest of the Nord barbarians who had just been violently hurting people followed closely behind.

"Let go of me! This man fainted on his own, and it has nothing to do with us! ”

"Let go of me! You Xinhan will oppress us people from the Western Continent! ”

"Compatriots in the Western Continent, Xinhan is targeting us! If you don't help us now, it will be your turn later! ”

The Nords, who were as pale as paper, shouted to the onlookers on both sides to save themselves, but they only received countless sneering glances and disdainful expressions.

Not far away, a dozen or so steam cars were already waiting, first placing the faint thorns, and then kicking and kicking the Nords who tried to escape.

A series of roaring steam engines sounded, and the cars were gone.

Half an hour later, the Zuyang City Patrol Bureau.

Several dejected Nords were locked up in the underground dungeon of the Patrol Bureau, all handcuffed behind their backs, and even beaten badly with blue noses and swollen faces.

Upstairs, in the Patrol Bureau.

Thorn pretended to be a patient and lay on the bed in a quiet room, and the official doctor of the Patrol Bureau pretended to feed him a few sugar pills, and pressed the acupoints on his body to carry out the treatment that seemed to be like that.

After a while, Thorn woke up and asked the doctor with a "weak" face:

"What about the Nord barbarians?"

"They're all locked up in a cell."

The doctor in his forties with wrinkles on his face saw that there was no one around, and immediately replied respectfully.

"Take me to see it."

"Yes, sir."

Thorns got up, the doctor led the way out of the door, ignoring the occasional curious patrols, the two walked along the corridor, and the patrols on both sides of the corridor gradually increased, all of them were equipped with a Pu knife and a flintlock pistol on their backs and wore black patrol suits, all of them looked well-trained.

"It's down there, and after this door is the stairs."

The doctor whispered, took out a key from his waist, turned around with thorns and opened a large iron door, and the first floor was in front of him.

As you descend, the light fades to a dimmer, and kerosene lamps hang on the walls on both sides of the staircase, emitting a dim glow that dispelles the darkness underground.

When the sunlight was completely gone, and only the kerosene lamps emitted a little light, the slightest peculiar smell in the dungeon of the patrol bureau reached the noses of the two of them.

Underneath there was a dark tidal smell, a faint smell of blood, and a little stench, and the corridors were dark, and on both sides were neatly arranged cells sealed with iron bars.

The smell is really bad, and the further you go, the stronger it gets, but this is a dungeon, and it's not uncommon to have this smell.

Thorn's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything, so he had to endure it.

"My lord, ordinary criminals are not locked up, only those who have committed particularly bad crimes will be locked up in this underground that does not see the light of day."

The physician occasionally turned around and respectfully introduced the situation in the prison to the nobleman, and when he saw the thorn frowning, he immediately explained:

"Although the adults deliberately let them touch it, this can't be taken lightly!"

"Well, where are they held?"

"Go back to your lordship, you will be at the end of the bend in front of you!"

Thorn followed the doctor for another while, faintly listening to the sound of begging for mercy, which came and went, and it was obvious that the patrol did not use the punishment but waited for him to deal with it.

Thorn smiled with satisfaction:

"Let the prison arrest come, I have something to explain!"