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The middle-aged Jew was mute. He obviously did not expect Zhang Heng, a gladiator, to be so kind as to argue. It was clearly that the patrol team joined together to expand the annexation of the soap, and he was able to lead the battle around. He could be so enlightened by him.

According to Zhang Heng, the Jewish gang also seemed to appreciate the patrol's efforts to defend their interests.

The key issue is that Zhang Hengzhi's job as a bite-and-beat patrol is to fight crime, so that their motives are completely different from those of the other forces present here, and it is clearly inappropriate for the Jewish gang to use the previous set of rules on the patrol.

The middle-aged Jews were also aware of this at this time, and while he had prepared a number of other materials proving that the patrol and the group of soaps were financially connected, that the two sides were deeply connected, and even that the clandestine relationship between the patrol and the anti-patrol coalition had been detected, these problems were inexplicable as long as Zhang Heng insisted that the starting point for everything was for the patrol to do its job better.

So he took the opportunity to decide, not to go any further on the subject, but to say, “No matter how cunning you may be, you cannot deny that the security situation in the southeastern city during this period has deteriorated further because of what you have done, everyone's business has now been affected. ”

“Well, sometimes we have to pay a little bit in order to achieve a good vision.” Zhang Hengdao.

As soon as he said this, he prompted a shriek. Mainly, it sounded a little shameful. Everyone had a good life. There were no great visions and they were all living well. So why should we embrace a good vision, let alone whose vision was it? It was a question worth exploring in depth.

The copper arm yelled directly, "Stop talking to them and let them pay for their shameless behavior! ”

His eyes were filled with anger, even someone drew a weapon, and the nerves of the soap became nervous again. One of his hands touched a short sword between his waist, and his palms were covered with sweat.

Middle-aged Jews wait a little less to say, “Look, nobody here is willing to pay for your bullshit, how long you've been in this neighborhood, don't know people who live here, don't know their beliefs, their habits, don't know what they want, and naturally they don't have the right to talk about a future for them. ”

“What do they want, then?” Zhang Heng asked.

“It's simple, we just want to live our own lives calmly and undisturbed.” Middle-aged Jews, "you know how our ancestors came to Rome, they were enslaved, discriminated against, murdered by a mad emperor, silently endured everything, took so much effort to gain valuable freedom, got this neighborhood where we lived, we know that in the eyes of outsiders this is a paradise for criminals, where poverty and evil breed everywhere, but this is also what we call home, where the vast majority of people here grew up, where we have our own set of rules of conduct and conduct, which may not be in keeping with the laws of Rome, but this is the way of life that belongs here, the way of life that we choose for ourselves, and where outsiders we are not entitled to make decisions for ourselves. ”

His words were also unanimously endorsed by the forces present.

“With the help of the Jews, we could have driven you straight out of here, or even gone a little further, but in the end we chose to settle this matter as peacefully as possible, because it was Mr. Lockheed's hospitality, provided, of course, that you were willing to be our guests.” The middle-aged Jews warned, "I'll give you a week to cut off all the people who expanded the patrol, spit out all the ground you swallowed during this time, and then you resign from the patrol, never step into this neighborhood again, and do these three things, and we'll all be able to blame you for what you did before. ”

The copper arm was obviously not satisfied with such a decision. He was tortured by the patrol to "destroy his family". He still hoped that the Jewish gang would have more severe sanctions against Zhang Heng and others, but he also knew that, in his current capacity, he was not qualified to intervene at all. Therefore, he could only stare at Zhang Heng severely. He believed that when the other party left the patrol, he would still have a chance. Since the Jewish gang could not help him with his revenge, he would have to do it himself.

As long as Zhang Heng loses the patrol's cover, he can do more.

And the other side of the soap's heart is hanging. Is it still here? At last, the Jewish gang is still playing cards. Indeed, this is also an unforgettable dilemma they face. No matter how Zhang Heng can make good arguments and explain the motives for all the actions of the patrol, it is not Giulia Brasilica after all, there is no need to abide by any laws, the so-called cloud of rules, and ultimately the three main forces, led by the Jewish gang, to rule.

And the ruling was actually decided long before the invitation to the party was issued, explaining something, just walking past the scene, the Jewish gang was iron minded to restore the situation to a month and a half ago.

If soap was not unacceptable to this result a month and a half ago, because he was an ordinary thief on the street and never wanted to be a boss, but now he has tasted the power, although there are Marcus and the patrol behind him, but because of his excellent performance during this period, he still has a lot of initiative in his hands, and it is still rather frustrating to hand it over.

The bigger problem, of course, was that during this time, he picked things around as Zhang Heng had asked, but now his power is developing well and he leans back against the patrol, which is why he was able to rejoice, but once he fell from his current position, he believed that those waiting to retaliate could also line up a long line.

So middle-aged Jews said, soap and others turned their eyes to Zhang Heng, while Zhang Heng's divine colour remained unchanged, calmly listened to the middle-aged Jews, and then said, “Good, don't learn to be a bandit, how good it is to play cards directly like this. ”

“If that's what you have to understand.” Middle-aged Jews faint.

“I won't go around the circle, I appreciate all the efforts you've made to preserve your lives and traditions. Really,” Zhang Heng looked around again, "but unfortunately, I can't accept any of your three requests. In fact, you should thank me for everything I've done, because the old order has collapsed, and you can either greet the new world with me or you can only bury it. ”