October 29th, early morning.

Xiaobai sniffed happily, spewing out a ball of hot air, and trotted along the street.

After a night of work, the rain was mixed with ice slags, but suddenly it turned into heavy snow. The streets of Heidra Fort were covered with two or three inches of snow, and snowflakes continued to fall in the dark gray sky.

The imperial capital's city hall is still very diligent. Before dawn, workers already took to the streets to clean up, and at the same time sprinkled a layer of salt particles on the streets.

Xiaobai ran lightly on the street, and the unique charm of the dragon horse in the Ice Field made it look extremely dazzling. On the street, there were already early pedestrians, and many people who knew the goods were staring at Xiaobai with envy and jealousy.

The Imperial Capital Police Department is a six-story four-sided building with a length of about a thousand feet wide, covering a huge area and a thick and serious appearance. Just like its representative responsibilities, it gives people a strong psychological pressure.

On the east side of the Ministry of Police Building, the same building with similar shapes and specifications is the Imperial Supreme Court.

A little south to the east side of the Supreme Court of the Empire, there is a five-story building with a length of only 500 feet wide and equally majestic and solemn shape. This is the office building of the Imperial Capital District Court.

To the south of these three buildings, there is a three-story building with a certain age, across a judicial square of hundreds of acres.

A bronze plaque was hung at the entrance of the small building, with a rusty balance guitar. A bronze nameplate was inlaid on the wall above the low arched oak door, and a line of rusty characters were engraved on it - the Judicial Club.

The exterior walls of the small building are simple, old and inconspicuous, just as low-key as the nameplate one foot above the oak door.

Xiaobai ran all the way to the door of the judicial club. Qiao pulled the reins. Xiaobai, who had already run out of his temper, raised his head, roared in a low voice, rushed forward for more than ten steps, and then stopped unwillingly.

Rolling his eyes and pulling the corners of his mouth, Xiaobai spitted saliva foam, slowly turned his head with mud and water, and returned to the club department.

Lan Mujin and others chased after him, Qiao jumped off the horse and threw the reins to a family guard. Then he patted the brand new police uniform on his body, shattering a few pieces of snow sticking to his clothes.

He took out a white handkerchief, gently wiped the Royal Hydra badges on the collar and a row of medals of merit hanging on his left chest, and wiped them clean and spotlessly. After the light could be seen, he walked towards the Judicial Club with his head held high and pushed open the heavy oak door with force.

Lan Mujin, Lan Ligong and Mr. Si Gengsi followed Qiao and walked into this club with a very famous and special status in the judicial circle of the imperial capital.

It was too early, and in the lobby of the first floor of the Judicial Club, there were more than four hundred neatly arranged dining tables. There were only a few young people wrapped in judges' robes, swollen eyes, and black smoke rings, sitting at the dining table tremblingly drinking hot coffee.

It was cold outside, and several large fireplaces in the lobby on the first floor of the club had just been lit, and several servants were throwing the chopped firewood into the fireplace. The temperature in the lobby was not much different from that outside. Several young judges were yawning, and from time to time, people sneezed twice, obviously they were very cold.

Qiao glanced at the young judges.

The light white judge's robe has no signs except that, and the clothes inside their judge's robe and the leather boots on their feet are relatively rough in terms of material and workmanship.

This is a group of unlucky guys who are still in the position of a trainee judge, a group of poor overtime workers. Judging from their appearance, they stayed at least one night last night...

Qiao whistled softly. When Tifa was still a trainee judge, she often brought huge amounts of files home to work overtime and stayed up late. Qiao didn't think it was strange to these unlucky guys at all.

More than a hundred well-dressed waiters and maids were busy in the club. They were tidying up the tablecloths on the dining table and laying them neatly, with each pattern following the same angle and direction.

Similarly, all the tableware on the dining table, cups, bowls, knife and forks, wine glasses, etc., the position, angle, and even the direction of these utensils on the dining table must be exactly the same... This creates a stereotype but relaxing beauty of order.

Just like the impression the Delun Empire gave to the outside world, it is stereotyped and extremely orderly.

Near the door, a middle-aged man who was carrying his hands behind his back, supervising the waiter and maids working heard Joe's whistle. He turned around and looked at Joe seriously. His eyes quickly swept over the Hydra badge on Joe's collar and several shiny medals of merit hanging on his left chest.

"His Excellency Joe Rong Weitu, the Heidra Fort Judicial Club welcomes you... Your arrival will make the Judicial Club shine brightly." The middle-aged man straightened his body and showed a very standard warm smile to Joe.

"You booked a breakfast seat... I didn't expect you to come so early!" The middle-aged man smiled and bowed to Qiao slightly: "I am Roy Dom Jr., the on-duty manager of the Judicial Club, please... here!"

Little Roy smiled and reached out to guide him.

Qiao shrugged her shoulders and laughed 'hehe'.

Yesterday, Joe sent someone to book a breakfast place. But he really didn't expect that the judicial club was as extraordinary as the rumors. Manager Roy recognized himself as soon as he met.

"Ah, I came a little early, but I'm in a good mood, so it's natural to be earlier... Well, I heard that most of the big names in the judicial circle of the imperial capital will come to you for breakfast or have a cup of morning tea?"

Little Roy smiled implicitly: "You first came to the imperial capital, but you are well-informed. Yes, many nobles like to go to the office to read newspapers here, communicate with old friends, have a drink at the same time, or have breakfast here directly."

Roy little looked at Joe, glanced at the golden Royal Hydra badge again, and glanced at the trainee judge who was shaking at the dining table, who had been yawning all over the sky, but still insisted on sitting there: "We have many opportunities here!"

Joe smiled.

Roy little laughed.

Under the leadership of Roy Little, Qiao came to the middle of the lobby on the first floor, and sat down next to a square dining table with Lan Mujin, Lan Ligong and Mr. Si Gengsi.

Several trainee judges held coffee cups in both hands, widened their eyes, and looked at the third-level police rank on Joe's shoulder, the Hydra badge hanging on his collar, and several medals of merit on his left chest.

They looked at the "glorious props" on Qiao, and looked down at the white robe of the apprentice judge on their body. The eyes of the young men couldn't help but be filled with complex emotions of envy, jealousy, and confusion.

Because of Tifa, Joe was also full of natural favors for the profession of a trainee judge.

He smiled at the young people who were constantly looking at him, then opened the menu on the table, calmly ordered a lot of delicious food according to his taste and hobbies.

"By the way, I'm still on vacation today, and I'm in a really good mood... So, although it's morning, I'd better give me a bottle of the best gold label rum bar... Well, do you guys have gold label rum with rose prints here?"

Joe threw a subtle look at Roy Little: "I heard that the gold label rum with rose print is the best rum on the market!"

Little Roy was stunned and then lowered his voice: "You are a real expert, of course... we can provide it here if you need it, but..."

Joe and Roy Little looked at each other, and then they found out that the other party was the right person, so they laughed at the same time.

Qiao's idea was that the gold label rum with rose print was a smuggled goods sold by the Vitu family... Just like the Tomahawk Restaurant in Ruhr City, Qiao also wanted to spread the goods for his own business and open up some channels.

I have confirmed that there is smuggled rum from the Vitu family here, so there will be a lot of things to talk about next!

Roy Jr. was sure that Joe was here for a meal, not to detect the smuggled goods - this is the Judicial Club, and it is really a bit subtle to smuggle rum from Tulum Port that appears here, right?

He confirmed that Joe was indeed, if he just wanted a bottle of good wine, then Joe was the VIP of the club, so there was nothing to worry about!

While Qiao held the wine glass and slowly savored the wine, the door of the Judicial Club kept opening, and the daily morning life of the Judicial Club kicked off.

The fireplace quickly increases the temperature in the lobby, and the first-floor lobby gradually becomes lively but not noisy.

The waiters and maids ran briskly between the dining tables like butterflies. One by one, the well-dressed gentlemen sat upright at the dining table, either enjoying breakfast or tasting fragrant tea and coffee. Some people held the newspaper they had just delivered to read carefully, while others greeted friends nearby, chatted and communicated with each other.

Those trainee judges who had just yawned all over the world were as if they were injected with chicken blood, and they diligently gathered with a few middle-aged men and chatted seriously.

The lucky one was allowed to sit at the dining table, so he was so excited that his face turned red and he talked endlessly.

Some people were rejected by seemingly polite but cold and ruthless words. They smiled, bowed carefully and retreated, returned to their seats, and patiently waited for the next candidate and the next chance.

Qiao was drinking, carefully savoring the various expressions in the lobby, and observing everyone's every move.

His eyebrows were slightly hot and hot. He seemed to have learned a lot from his words, actions and actions of these people, but he seemed to have not captured anything... This was a very wonderful feeling.

The club's door was pushed open again, wearing a conservative formal outfit, wrapped in a bearskin coat and a black bearskin hat, Justice Weilun chuckled and strode into the judicial club.
Chapter completed!