Mr. Colin only knew about their Noxian allies in the "Piltover Daily". When he saw Noxian soldiers in reality, he always stayed away.

But this time, there was no way to escape.

The Noxians have found their home.

"The Emperor's team is doing business. If you are wise, please get out of my way!" Crete roughly pushed Colin away.

This well-known inventor and well-respected clockwork engineer in Piltover was pushed aside by him like a helpless little chicken.

Then several Noxian soldiers swarmed in and walked straight towards Orianna who was hiding behind the counter.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Colin finally panicked.

He staggered up from the ground and stood in front of his delicate and lovely daughter.

"Stop! You and I. We are allies, aren't we?"

"You guys have to have a reason for breaking into my store like this, right?"

Faced with several drunken soldiers, Mr. Colin still tried to be reasonable.

The big soldiers looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: "Hahahaha."

"The reason, yes, there must be a reason - after all, the boss said that when doing things in Piltover, you must pay attention to 'civilization', right?"

The veteran leader also thought about it decently.

This was really embarrassing for him.

When they fought in Demacia and Shurima before, they just robbed them directly, so why did they need to find excuses?

"Well, that's it."

"A few of us are actually here."

The drunkards stared straight at Orianna, unable to turn their heads.

In the end, the veteran was experienced and made up a decent story on the spot: "We suspect that this girl is the leader, yes, a spy sent by the leader!"

"So we have to ask her to go back and cooperate with the 'investigation'!"

The soldiers smiled evilly, barely hiding the greed in their eyes.

"You, you guys!" Mr. Colin's heart welled up with anger, and his cheeks turned red.

He couldn't understand what these big-headed soldiers wanted to do to his daughter.

But he still didn't dare to explode. He didn't have the ability to explode either.

He could only endure the anger, stood in front of his daughter with difficulty, and said flatteringly:

"Gentlemen, my daughter really has nothing to do with the Leader. The law enforcement officers have investigated these matters before, and our family is innocent."

Mr. Colin certainly did not expect to convince the other party with words.

He politely took out the purse from his arms, poured a dozen gold hex into his hand, and handed it to the Noxian soldiers: "I hope you can investigate clearly and don't accuse me unjustly."

Daughter. She is really a good girl."

As soon as these gold coins came out of the building, the eyes of the big soldiers really changed.

Crete even swallowed uncontrollably, thinking about taking the gold coins and leaving, making a fortune in vain and then quitting when he was good.

But veterans still have experience.

He calmly snatched the gold coins, put them into his purse, and hid them in his arms.

Then, as if he had never received any money, he said to Colin with an unchanging expression: "Okay, we will investigate carefully."

"Then please ask your daughter to cooperate with the work and come with us!"

…

"You?!" Colin's eyes widened.

He didn't understand that Noxus was not Piltover.

For Noxians, money doesn't solve all problems.

Wealth that is not guaranteed by strength is someone else's. There is no need for him to give it to you.

The more Colin gave in and tried to please, the more the soldiers felt that he was weak and could be bullied.

So, after the veteran collected his money, he immediately made a signal to Crete: "Go ahead and take this girl back!"

"No, don't!" Colin begged. He rummaged through his pockets and then hurriedly added: "I, my family still has money, a lot of money. You can follow me to get it."

"Please, let my daughter go."

"Okay." The veteran narrowed his eyes greedily.

"Since you are so sincere, we promise you that when the investigation is completed, we will bring your daughter back alive."

Colin was completely desperate now.

He frantically stood in front of Orianna and yelled: "No! You can't do this! We are allies and our own people."

"Fuck you!" the veteran said impatiently: "I do this all the time in Noxus, how about 'allies'?"

"That's right!" Crete also nodded secretly.

Compared with the food collection team in his hometown, they are really civilized now.

They Noxians came all the way to fight for Pi City. We can't just let our hometown relatives suffer and let you be happy and carefree, right?

Colin: "."

Colin was completely helpless now.

What can he do? Call the Enforcer? Can the Enforcer of Piltover enforce Noxian law?

Or should we invite Councilor Camille? He only has a small fortune, but he is far from the face.

"Orianna!" Colin could only block in front of his daughter like crazy.

This annoyed the veteran even more: "Crete, don't waste your time."

"Yes!" Crete gasped.

In the past, when he saw the landlord's ugly daughter with vulgar behavior, he would carefully avoid it.

But now, the elegant, knowledgeable, and beautiful young lady in the city is just within his reach.

He was both nervous and excited, as if he was completing some important coming-of-age ceremony.

In other words, it is the ritual of transforming a dog into a wolf.

So, Crete approached step by step.

His body, which had once prostrated countless times under the soles of landlords and military officers, now stood tall and bulging, like a slowly approaching, formidable iron tower.

"Don't, don't come near me." Orianna's face turned pale with fear.

Tears of fear filled her blue eyes.

"." Crete couldn't help but pause.

Orianna has beautiful eyes.

Especially the pitiful look of the pear blossoms with rain in their eyes, with tears shining in their eyes, is even more special.

The big soldiers around can't wait.

But somehow, Crete thought of the girl in the labor camp again.

If you take this girl back, I'm afraid she will also look like a living dead, right?

Crete suddenly hesitated.

But, snap—

In despair, Orianna gave him a slap in the face: "Get away! You gang of robbers!"

…

"What did you say?" Crete woke up.

He was very angry.

What is his identity now? What is your identity?

How dare you hit me?

"Asshole!" Crete suddenly realized at this moment that he had no sympathy for this girl at all.

And he suddenly understood why in the past, the landlord would occasionally kindly give him a few bites of food.

It turns out that "sympathy for the weak" is originally a kind of spiritual enjoyment for human beings.

It's like feeding a stray dog

People will always pity stray dogs.

But if you are bitten by a dog, people will not sympathize with the dog. People will be very angry. It is appropriate to kill it.
To be continued...