Chapter 454 Incident

On one hand, he was a little worried that the promise he made to a political friend through the Russell family would disappear, and on the other hand, the instigation of the plump lady had some effect. In short, for various reasons, Lin En went out and strolled to see if he could help.

It is better to be grateful for helping someone in need than to add icing on the cake.

Leonardo must be in a state of panic now.

If he can help, he will definitely be grateful twice. Leonardo's weakness also shows that he is a person who values ​​feelings. Whether this is a character setting or true, at least he saved Arnold, who is about to become the next prime minister, and he needs to maintain this image.

Besides, Lin En didn't plan to use his brain.

Isn't there a tool man Sherlock?

As a great detective, he should be very interested in this matter. This is a common problem for detectives, so he just needs to follow him and see if he can go with the flow.

Anyway, from the perspective of interests, Lin En still needs to have more friends and fewer enemies to provide cover for the early stage of the plan and deliver some benefits. From the perspective of emotions, Leonardo is indeed a bit like himself. For this green-headed son of the Labor Party, Lin En thinks it is okay to do a little bit of work. The most important thing is that the guys who set up this bureau are too dirty. I guess anyone with a conscience can't stand it.

Oh, whether Sherlock has a conscience is worth discussing.

At this moment, the camp is very lively. Everyone is talking about the stimulating sensory events that happened in the camp. Because the person who died was a pariah, most nobles and merchants did not hear the instinctive sadness and fear of the death of their own kind.

Lin En shuttled among them, looking at their faces, and inexplicably had an illusion that he seemed to have strayed into an alien camp, as if the people standing beside him were not human beings, they were just creatures that were very similar to humans.

The little gentleman strolled towards the tent of the son of the Labor Party and soon met an acquaintance.

Mrs. Cynthia.

The moment he caught a glimpse of this muscular tyrant, Lin En wanted to pretend that he didn't see him and quickly went around to wipe his boots. But obviously, the perception of Sequence 8 and Sequence 5 is very different. When the young master was still studying which angle to wipe his boots more naturally, accompanied by the sound of the ground thumping, the female warrior who could punch and walk with great vigor took two steps and slapped him on the shoulder with great joy!

Crack!

"Ouch!" Lin En couldn't help but scream in pain. He felt that his shoulder might be dislocated.

"Tsk, you're really like a vase."

Unsatisfied with the elf-like boy's ability to resist blows, Cynthia skillfully grabbed his shoulder and bent it directly with her carrot-thick fingers. With the skill of manipulating muscles and correcting bones, Lin En's shoulder returned to its original state, but it was a little swollen.

The young master's green eyes had lost their luster, and he looked like he had no desire to live.

Who will save him?

The only one who could save the weak spirit from this pile of sharp edges and invincible bodies made of protein that seemed to be cast in steel, the Countess, was taking a beauty sleep.

"How about it, would you consider training with me for a few months? I guarantee that you can fight a hundred times better than you are now. My boys have muscles as strong as buffaloes..." Cynthia's gladiator manor is a good place for those extraordinary people who specialize in physical training.

But obviously, it is torture for Lin En.

"Good day, Madam Cynthia." First, she greeted politely with a happy face. After Lin En gave herself an active and swelling-reducing medicine, she continued to speak. "I am extremely grateful for your invitation, but I need to accompany my wife. If my wife disagrees, I will not express any opinion."

"I feel that you have pushed me around without giving an answer."

The female barbarian waved her fist as big as a casserole. The deterrent power of that thing was extremely strong, and it directly made everyone in a radius of 20 meters around Lin En subconsciously retreat and make way. This was similar to Sherlock's way of dispersing idlers.

Lin En felt that he could no longer let this female warrior come as she pleased, otherwise his shoulder might be smashed before he found Sherlock, and the resonance of the chest cavity would be enough to injure his internal organs. He raised it in front of the lively scene.

Although she liked to use muscles instead of brains to solve problems, it did not mean that Mrs. Cynthia was a fool. When this rough and delicate female man heard this, the face that was as fierce as the green-skinned chieftain showed a knowing smile. Leonardo was obviously tricked into the game. It was too easy to discredit a person with these low-level means, such as romantic encounters, strange encounters, honey traps, fraud, and helping the elderly, and they were blackmailed. Moreover, they were not limited to the times. Once they were determined to deal with you, even if you were sitting at home, the pot would come from the sky.

Before crossing, Lin En had suffered from fraud. For this guy who never made mistakes, once he suffered a loss, he would remember it very clearly. Similarly, once he tasted the sweetness, he would remember it very clearly.

"Do you want to get involved in this?"

Mrs. Cynthia seemed to see through Lin En's disguise and directly touched his beating heart.

"I don't recommend you to get involved. Even if you can help, that guy made a mistake and can't wash it clean. But if you are really interested, you have to talk to the local law enforcers. I remember you are a member of the [Suppression Bureau]."

"Do you have any news?" Lin En automatically ignored some political lines and asked about the inside story.

"If you..." Madam Cynthia rubbed her chin, looking like a bargaining vendor.

"Ten seasoning packets, perfect for removing the fishy smell." Lin En knew that this was what she liked.

"Deal!"

Having successfully extorted so many seasoning packets from Lin En, Cynthia was so happy that her palm-leaf-fan-like slap fell on his thin back again. For a moment, Lin En felt stars in his eyes, and a breath of foul air was spit out directly from his chest. The laughing female barbarian grabbed the staggering and pitiful young man, lest he fall to the ground without catching his breath.

Lin En swore that he would wait until he reached Sequence 5!

Uh... forget it...

Looking at his toothpick-like arms compared to the female warrior, Lin En wisely gave up training muscles. He chose to train steel. Even if Madam Cynthia was Sequence 5, she couldn't say that she could resist the naval guns with pure flesh.

The female barbarian soon talked to Lin En about the inside story. To be honest, it was a bit weird that a village girl could die in the tent of the son of the Labor Party. Did they really ignore the security forces of the camp? As a superior, Cynthia smelled the scent of party struggle at the first time. She was sure that many people in the camp had been bought by the Laurel Party.