Oliver was shocked and wanted to struggle hard. He took out a small blade with his other hand and thrust it towards the "decent man" who was holding his wrist. But the "decent man" was surprisingly flexible. His other hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed his hand holding the blade. The two of them held their hands with both hands. From a distance, it seemed like the eldest brother was teaching his little brother to waltz.

Oliver immediately followed the skills that Fei Jin gave him, lifted his knee and pushed towards the vital point of the "decent man". The "decent man" was obviously prepared for a long time. He turned slightly and avoided the collision. However, Oliver's trick was not actually a push of his knee, it was just a lie. As soon as his feet fell down, he stomped on the toes of the "decent man".

The "decent man" obviously didn't expect to be hit like this. He yelled, exerted his hands and threw Oliver out. Oliver was thrown into the stone road with pain all over his body. He tried hard to support himself with his hands, and got up from the ground one by one, just like a carpenter opening a folding ruler.

And that "decent man" was not decent at this time. He stood there with one foot, held the other with both hands, and screamed like a pig stabbed in his mouth.

Oliver got up with difficulty, and while the "decent man" was still screaming, he ran out of the alley. He ran out of the alley in a few steps, and then hit a policeman in black. He staggered the policeman.

"Bastard!" The fat policeman was furious, pulled out the baton, and then slapped Oliver, who was also hit and sat on the ground.

Based on the experience that has been formed over the years, Oliver knew that begging for mercy, crying, and resisting at this time were useless. The only way was to hold his head with both hands, shrink his whole body into a ball, protect the weak and easily injured parts as much as possible, and then, it depends on when the police officer was tired.

The policeman roared, and first kicked Oliver, who had already been beaten, and then a baton slashed Oliver's hand holding his head. (In fact, Oliver's standard beaten posture became more and more annoyed the police. In his opinion, the guys who can pose such a pose so skillfully are all bad people, and they are thieves!)

After being hit by the policeman's stick, Oliver's right hand suddenly became swollen. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and waited for the rain-like baton to continue falling.

But, strangely, the baton did not fall down. One hand grabbed the policeman's hand, and a voice rang in his ear, but Oliver couldn't understand what the voice would say.

Oliver opened his eyes and saw that the "decent man" was blocking his face, stretching a finger straight to the fat policeman's nose, and cursing at the policeman in a language he couldn't understand.

The policeman didn't understand what the person who stopped him was saying, but it did not prevent him from seeing clearly that the clothes that were wearing were the best texture of woolen, and his shirt was high-end silk products. So, although the policeman couldn't understand what the person was calling him at all, it did not prevent him from taking a step back with a panic look and then quickly apologizing to the gentleman.

Even if he is just a foreigner who speaks a foreign language that no one understands. But looking at the clothes he is wearing, it means that he is a rich foreigner. As long as he is a rich man, whether he is from the UK or a foreigner, isn't it worthy of a small policeman's respect? You know, a rich foreigner will definitely know many rich British people, and rich British people... Is this a matter of saying?

"Sir..." the fat policeman said stumblingly, "...I'm sorry... Maybe I offended you... But... I'm sorry... I didn't understand...what are you talking..."

At this time, the "decent man" realized that what he said angrily just now, "How dare you trample on human rights without reason", "What is your police number? I want to report you to the Discipline Inspection Commission", "The Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of Truth will never allow such a situation" are all traits, because now, he is not in France, but in the UK.

"Bullying a little kid, sir, I really blushed for you." So he changed to English to the policeman. Then he turned around and found that Oliver was missing. Just now, taking advantage of the decent man's chance to scold the policeman, Oliver ran away quickly.

"Sir, that kid is a little thief at first sight. Really, I promise you that only a kind person like you will be deceived by his appearance. I promise you that kid is a little thief..." The fat policeman said quickly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the "decent man" scolding the police, Oliver got up suddenly, turned around and fled into the alley where he had just run out. He ran a few steps along the alley and then stopped. He saw that just where he had just stepped on the "decent man" and a book was lying there.

That was the book that the "decent man" was just reading, and in the fight with him, the book fell here.

Oliver picked up the book. He knew that books were worth a lot of money. Moreover, Boss Fei Jin also liked to read. He often saw Boss Fei Jin read books alone in his spare time, or grabbed others, and taught them to recognize some of the simplest words.

Oliver stuffed the book into his clothes and ran along the lane to the other end of the lane.

Just after Oliver ran away, shortly after, the "decent man" and the second-class secretary of the French Embassy in the United Kingdom, Mr. Jaggar Gouleng, also ended his entanglement with the English police. He put forward the attitude of being a barbaric except Rome, except France, and despised the policeman severely, then turned back to the alley just now to find his book.

The book is gone.

But Mr. Yagge Gaoling was not too disappointed. The book was not cheap, but compared with the salary given to him by the Ministry of Truth, it would be nothing. Moreover, as a cost of official operations, this book can be reimbursed. Of course, the reimbursement process is a bit long. Many times, you have to wait for a long time, but in any case, generally speaking, at most, you will be able to get the reimbursement money by delaying until Christmas. (Reimbursement, many times, accountants always like to deal with it until the end of the year)

Oliver walked through the alley, walked into another street, and walked a while before reaching the Petsch Lane. This is one of the last ancient and most lively streets in London. During the Tudor era, it was once a place for pork-killing and meat-selling. Later, after the rise of the textile industry, it once became a market for various textiles, so this name was found here.

However, this old street is too narrow to accommodate so many shops, and it is too close to the living areas of workers in factories, so the public security is not good enough. After all, most workers are poor, and when the poor engage in some illegal activities, they often do not pay much attention to the methods.

You know, here, a girl may become the target of being attacked by the London police for half a piece of bread (of course, the police attacked them not because their behavior was insulting, but because they dared not pay taxes to His Majesty the King's government). And men could have inserted a knife into someone else's stomach for a piece of potato; and many of the children here, as the fat policeman said, have been thieves since childhood.

Here, three problems of this century - poverty makes men miserable, hunger makes women depraved, and dark makes children weak - all of them are many.

The rich businessmen are very kind people. They are most disgusting the poor people to suffer. Therefore, they moved the market to other places where the poor people cannot be seen, leaving only the name "Footch Lane".

Today's "Football Alley" is one of the dirtiest, chaotic, and most unsafe and orderly places in London. This kind of place, even the police officer, will not easily come in. And this kind of area, whether in any country or era in the world, has a common name - slums.

There are basically no police in the slums because there are no decent people who need police protection. Policemen generally do not come here. Even if they want to come, a large group of people must come in with guns and ammunition. But this is not a real place of chaos, there is still order here, just as Gotham also has order in Gotham.

Fei Jin is the order of "Fecklace Alley". If you go to the London Police Department and the residents of "Fecklace Alley" to ask about Fei Jin's situation, then the news you hear will make you feel that this is completely two people.

In the description of the London Police Department, Fei Jin is like a monster that comes out of the horror story that parents use to scare children. He will sneak into someone else's home quietly, tie up the kind master and woman, then hold a knife, and use their cute little daughter's fingers to threaten them to hand over the safe password. Or put some police officers who uphold justice, and former thieves who repent and abandon darkness and turn light into the light, and throw them into the Thames.

But among the residents of "Fecklace Alley", Fei Jin is the biggest good man. He is almost the incarnation of Santa Claus. Even better than Santa Claus. Because Santa only asks everyone for service one night, he always lends a helping hand to you when everyone is most difficult and needs help.

However, even the "pets lane" people don't know where to find Fei Jin.
Chapter completed!