"In the name of the law, damn little thief, stop!"

Qiao pushed his shoulder and knocked two men who were drunk and red in the face to the ground. He waved the heavy lead-filled baton with his right hand, and ran around with great force, gathered up his strength and roared loudly at the top of his voice.

His voice was so loud that people in half the street could hear his yelling.

Several policemen, also wearing black police uniforms, grey iron plate high-top police helmets, and carrying oak batons, squeezed out of the crowd, held a whistle in their mouths, followed behind Joe, and chased him along Victory Street south of Queen's Square.

Tulun Port is located in the southern part of the empire, with a humid climate and hot all year round. Compared with the northern territory of the empire, Tulun Port and the people in more than 30 surrounding provinces are not tall. According to the common measurement of the Ice Sea Kingdom on the mainland, most of the young and strong men here are five feet, four five inches to six feet, one or two inches, and most of them are thin and tall.

And Joe, who was running wildly on the street, was more than seven feet and two inches tall.

With abundant nutrition since childhood, a large amount of beef, milk, and seafood intake, and the folk customs of the Delun Empire, Qiao started to serve beer at the age of ten. So Qiao had a big waist and a round waist, and the raised beer belly. At first glance, he looked like a fat and strong wild bear mixed in the crowd!

Qiao ran wildly on the surging street, giving people the illusion that the street was shaking and trembling. Wherever his strong body went, the people in front of him, regardless of men, women, young and old, were panicked and made way.

Without time to avoid it, he was knocked to the ground by the running Joe mercilessly, triggering a series of exclamations and curses.

The two teenagers in front had their faces twisted and they ran away with great terror.

But the surging streets made them unable to get up at all. They turned around from time to time. Under the bright light from the roadside gas street lights, Qiao, who was a long head higher than the crowd, was so eye-catching and dazzling.

Qiao raised his right arm high and waved the heavy baton hard.

The heavy baton broke through the air and made a "whistle" sound. It could be heard clearly between a distance of more than twenty meters and was full of deterrence.

The bottom of Joe's boots was inlaid with heavy steel sheets. His heavy steps stepped on the solid paving stone slabs, making a dull "dongdong" sound.

The two teenagers opened their mouths like fish leaving the water, panting with difficulty, and their eyes almost jumped out of their sockets. They hysterically pulled the red man and green woman in front of them, and searched for a way out of their escape in the crowded crowd.

After running over half of Shengli Street, turning west, you will reach the Invincible Street.

Running west along the somewhat remote Invalides Street, the two teenagers panted and spitted, and rushed south into Rangers Street.

On the night of mid-autumn, the Queen's Square could not accommodate all residents of Tulum Port. Around the Queen's Square, the Tulum Port City Hall also set up many celebration sub-venues.

Passing Ranger Street, you will come to the brightly lit Fleet Street. In the middle of the street where the two streets meet, dozens of gas lights illuminate a wooden stage.

A group of men and women with exaggerated clothes and heavy makeup are on the stage, tying their gorgeous opera voices, interpreting the complex and chaotic love stories of a group of noble young men.

The large group of Tulum Port residents holding grilled sausages in their hands and beer glasses surrounded the stage. From time to time, cheerful laughter, teasing screams, and the screams of girls who were surprised and happy after being taken advantage of by strangers in the crowd.

Two unlucky slutty boys ran here, sweating all over, white in their faces, and their legs were trembling violently.

The skinny and bony they had exhausted their last little strength during their desperate escape. Looking at the crowded and almost uninterrupted crowd in front of them, the two teenagers couldn't help but show despair and frustration.

"No, I don't want to go back to that damn black prison." A young man started to cry.

"I'll die inside once more." Another boy swayed his body and subconsciously covered his face with his palm.

The police station in Tulun Port is famous for its evil name. For those little fish living at the bottom of society, the black prison where the police station temporarily detains criminals is undoubtedly the most terrifying hell in their hearts.

Also panting, Joe, whose round face was covered in sweat, was less than five meters away from them.

Stopped his feet, Qiao put his hands on his hips, squinted his eyes, and stared at the two boys five meters away with black eyes, stretched out his thumb with his right hand, and gestured to cut his throat. Then, he turned around calmly and walked towards a mobile fried sausage stall under the street lights on the street.

"Twenty sauerkraut sausages, add more butter, fry them a little older. Praise Muteste, it's a wonderful night." Joe took off the brass police helmet on his head, like a hard-working hunting dog, and stuck out his tongue hard.

The owner of the fried sausage stall, a thin man in his forties, looked suspiciously at the two teenagers, then looked at Qiao, who was standing in front of him, and laughed happily: "What a wonderful night, police officer. Come with a cold beer bar, police officer. There is a seat here, police officer. Immediately prepare the delicious fried sausage from the old Hank's house for you, police officer."

The sound of messy footsteps came, and the five policemen wearing gray tinplate helmets, sweating and panting slowed down and walked towards this side in a swaying manner.

Joe whistled.

Five policemen looked at the two stunned teenagers, took off their helmets with a happy smile, wiped the sweat from their heads, and walked towards the fried sausage stall.

"Boss, you are so wise." The five policemen who were not tall but also chubby and had beer belly smiled and came to Qiao with a smile. The fat big butt fell heavily on the petite wooden stool, and then grinded them hard, giving people the illusion that they would never separate again tonight.

"Boss, have a cold beer. I want three fried sausages." A policeman snapped his fingers at the owner of the fried sausage stall, and the other four policemen also reported their requests.

The boss of the fried intestines smiled as if he was as thin as a flower. He started to work hard, and at the same time he kicked a middle-aged woman behind him: "Hurry up, woman, give the police officers a delicious beer brewed by the secret recipe of the old Han Ke family... Stupid woman, hurry up."

Qiao already had a huge tinplate beer mug in his hand. He picked up the two-liter beer mug, and in one gulp, he killed one-third of the dark beer in the glass.

After a chilling and refreshing burp in satisfaction, Qiao whispered: "I'll take you to a good place later. Ah, I must remember that we are catching thieves tonight! We have many witnesses!"

The five policemen nodded in understanding, took the beer mug handed over by the middle-aged woman, and cheered in a low voice: "Cheers, for the wise boss!"

On the street, the two boys who were already completely desperate were twitching and gradually showed a strange smile. They hunched over and sank silently into the crowd, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.

The sauerkraut sausage squeaked on the hot iron plate, with a rich oily aroma floating in the air, and the pungent smell of seasoned garlic juice stimulated the appetite of the six conscientious police officers and opened their appetites.

Chewing the fragrant fried sausages in big mouth, Qiao completely untied the armed belt around her waist with satisfaction.
Chapter completed!