"So, what if I refuse?"
Ao Fei, who was blocking the door, had no intention of giving in. Her eyes showed a biting coldness. Her sixth sense had always been very accurate, but this time, her intuition told her that the man in front of her was definitely not coming with good intentions.
"Ao Fei, the manager of the Gold Diggers Bar, has been providing intelligence to criminal groups such as Chaiko, 'Rat', and 'Viper' all year round. You have been fueling the criminal forces in this city. According to the laws of the coalition government, I can You impose the death penalty... The reason why you are still standing here is because I have more important things today."
Having said this, Perot deliberately raised his tone, "Leon Serbot, this is in line with your usual style. Even now, you still have to hide behind a woman."
"you……"
Ao Fei narrowed his eyes and stared at Perot with murderous intent.
Just before she was about to give the goons an order, the back door of the bar was opened.
"I am here."
Leon Serbot interrupted the conversation between the two. Compared with the city meeting a few days ago, he looked much older and his whole person looked depressed.
He was originally prepared to fight to the death with the Foster family even if he was arrested and imprisoned. However, in the evening of that day, an uninvited guest came to the door. He claimed to be a public official of the coalition government and fired a shot at him. An offer that was hard to refuse.
The Foster family will no longer be involved in the affairs of District 17, and all the mistakes left during his tenure will be wiped out. If he is lucky enough, he can still have a comfortable old age.
In exchange, this media turmoil ends here.
Leon knew that those who could make such a promise were higher-level beings than the Foster family. As for whether their promise was true or false, he had no way of judging.
This has never been an equal negotiation. He can only agree to the plan proposed by the other party. Otherwise, if he angers the coalition government, he may not be the only one to pay the price.
The coalition government is well aware of his movements and will be easily found no matter where he hides.
The arrival of Perot once again confirmed this point.
"Come in and talk."
Aoife wanted to say something else, but after meeting Leon Serbot's eyes, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and get out of the way.
It's still dark, and the Gold Diggers bar is deserted.
Perrault followed Leon, and the two eventually entered a cubicle.
"Leon Serbot."
After sitting down, Perot called the other person by name. He crossed his legs and said coldly, "Ange Foster and Dominus are both dead, but you are still alive. Although I don't know that as a member of the Foster family, Why would the accomplices betray them, but the sin will not change because of this. In my opinion, you are carrying the same heavy sins as them."
Since it is a sin, it must be judged, and no one can escape the coming of judgment.
"So, you are here to give me, a sinner, the final judgment on behalf of the coalition government?"
Leon looked directly into the other person's eyes.
Even if the coalition government goes against its promise, he will not be surprised. In the final analysis, what the Foster family did in District 17 is the result of the connivance of the coalition government. In fact, any border city he knows, The situation is similar to that in District 17.
The only difference is that the Foster family met "enthusiastic citizens" who dared to resist them, and it was under the inspiration of the other party that he revealed everything.
Lyon knew very well that what really annoyed the federal government was not the Foster family's crimes, but the fact that their crimes were exposed.
As the "culprit" who revealed this incident, Lyon never expected to live out his old age in peace.
"No, this is my personal judgment against you."
Perrault said, "Even if the Senate pardons you, I will not let a sinner escape punishment. Leon Serbot, you must die, but before that, you need to explain what you know about the 'enthusiastic citizens' 'everything of."
"Concerned citizens?"
Leon smiled slightly. There was no fear of death on his face, but instead there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Compared with his predecessor as mayor, "enthusiastic citizens" are the real thorn in the side of the coalition government.
They do not need a law enforcer who acts in secret, nor do they need anyone to awaken the sense of resistance buried deep in people's hearts.
Before the next Foster family comes here, the first thing they need to avoid is following in the footsteps of their predecessors.
"Concerned citizens" must die.
Not only death on the physical level, but also on the spiritual level must be completely wiped out.
The seeds that have recently sprouted in the hearts of the citizens of District 17 due to their resistance to the Ford family must be nipped in the bud.
This may be the real purpose of the coalition government.
Thinking of this, Leon Serbot grinned, "You want to know about him? Then go find him. He is somewhere in this city. Maybe you have seen him."
"It's hopeless." Perot said coldly, "Then, just pay the price for the crimes you committed..."
"Ouch!"
A loud cry of pain interrupted Perot's actions, and the sound was just outside the cubicle.
Perot stood up and opened the door of the compartment. What he saw was a young man kneeling on the ground, covering his head in pain. The young man's hands were now covered with "blood". Because of the action of covering his head, his hands were His "bloodstains" were all over his face.
At this moment, the floor in front of the door was already stained red by "blood", but what filled the bar was not the pungent smell of blood, but the mellow aroma of wine.
A wine barrel about half a man's height fell to the ground, which explained the source of the "blood" all over the ground.
The same person who was in pain as the young man was the bartender behind the bar. He covered his head in almost the same posture. It was easy to see from his widened, bloodshot eyes that the bartender's heart was bleeding at this moment.
This sudden and huge pain has caused the bartender to lose the ability to speak.
“Yin Wan, I’m sorry for you——!”
Not long after, a loud apology resounded throughout the bar, "The floor is too slippery, I didn't control my strength well!"
"You are a law enforcer, right?"
The bartender with bloodshot eyes struggled to make a sound, and the bartending tools in his hand were almost deformed by his squeeze. "If an apology is useful, what's the use of having an enforcer?"
A boring farce.
Perot snorted coldly.
It was just that the young man carrying the wine barrel accidentally fell and spilled the wine on the floor.
His eyes moved to Leon Serbot again.
"Sorry for the waitting."
His index finger aimed at the people in the cubicle, and the blue crowd gradually gathered at his fingertips.
"As far as I know, even if the guilty are tried, they should be given time to defend themselves."
Someone interrupted him again.
This time, a man with particularly sharp eyes appeared, "According to my experience, people who are eager to skip the defense step often have one thing in common. They are often out of guilty conscience and are afraid of letting the person being tried speak - the same is true for you. What? Mr. Judge."
