The subordinates of the Vitu family stopped Meers and his entourage.

"You can't pass here." A leader of the Vitu family grabbed the tilt of the mount of Meles's mount.

Qiao raised the baton in his hand high, ready to suck Yanan's head.

He turned around and looked at Meles two hundred feet away.

Red hair, red eyes, delicate mustache, neat and decent, topped with tuxedo, high-top round hat, and white silk gloves on his hands. This outfit is quite a bit like a gentleman from the Ice Sea Kingdom.

"You should ride a carriage, not a horse." Qiao curled his lips.

Trousers and top hats, this outfit is suitable for attending serious cocktail parties, but not for riding wildly.

He rushed over with a straight dress and stabbed Joe to stop him from doing things. Joe had a very bad first impression of this Meles.

Taking a deep breath, Joe decided to ignore this Meles. He shook his shoulders hard, his right arm swelled a little. He looked at Yanan, who was covered in cold sweat and tears, and grinned.

He was about to wave the baton when the leader of the guard who stopped Meers suddenly groaned, staggered back more than ten steps, and knocked down several Vitu guards standing behind him.

Joe's face turned gloomy, he straightened his body, put down his baton, and looked at Meles.

Just now, Meles kicked the guard leader and kicked it right in the heart. Unexpectedly, Meles would suddenly take action. The guard leader was hit hard. When he stopped, he let out a "pop" and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Joe Rong Weitu...what do you want to do?" Mercece rushed forward two steps, and then he reluctantly grabbed the mount again.

On the road, on the side of the road, and on the roof of the mansion that had just been captured, there were insults everywhere. Hundreds of armed sailors from the Vitu family raised their long spears and short guns in their hands, all aiming at Meers.

Meiers glanced deeply at the armed sailors and shouted at Qiao.

The dozen followers behind him all jumped off their mounts with cold smiles, pressing their palms on the sword around their waists.

"Master Qiao, don't cause trouble for the Weitu family." Meiers jumped off his mount lightly, touched his right index finger gently with his delicate mustache on his upper lip, and with a hint of aristocratic arrogance, he gently shook his index finger at Qiao.

"This Lord Yanan is indeed a diplomat of the Kingdom of Saint-Shia." Meiers sneered: "You are doing something extremely dangerous, and you will make the entire Vitu family pay the price."

Qiao stepped on Yanan's chest, and he looked at Meles and said in a deep voice: "I'm catching a thief, I don't know any bullshit diplomats. Well, the Foreign Affairs Department of the Empire's Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Tulun Port? Director of the First Room?"

Qiao remembered it, and he had a vague impression.

Hesen and his old friends would occasionally talk about the forces in Tulun Port during private banquets.

The Empire's Foreign Affairs Department is located in Tulun Port, an extremely detached department. In terms of division of power, he has no connection with the departments under Tulun Port City Hall.

However, once the Department of Foreign Affairs issues a formal official letter, all subordinate departments of the Tulun Port City Hall must cooperate with them unconditionally. In other words, the Department of Foreign Affairs has no actual power, and it has enough power to influence the entire Tulun Port.

Even the officials of the Foreign Affairs Department did not have much social interaction with the upper circles of Tulun Port on weekdays.

More than 90% of these guys come from the imperial capital and belong to the top aristocratic circle. In Tulun Port, the busiest thing they do in daily life is to attend banquets, cocktail parties, dances or other gatherings in various consulates.

Meiers stretched out his hand and pressed on the shoulders of the two guards of the Weitu family who were blocking the road. With a light force on both sides, he forced them to the side. The two guards who had already opened up the sea of ​​strength and energy and had a strong strength were actually pushed back by him and staggered back several steps.

The subordinates of the Vitu family who were present subconsciously tucked their fingers on the trigger.

"I am the Earl of the Empire." Meiers was about six feet and three inches tall, much taller than the escorts of the Vitu family present. He crossed the crowd and looked at Joe with a smile: "No matter what name you are doing or what you are doing, shooting the Imperial nobles will inevitably affect your family."

"Let him come in." Qiao exhaled heavily.

Even though his heart was full of anger, Qiao still maintained a rare tranquility and rationality.

Meiers was not afraid or afraid at all, as if he was walking in the cocktail venue and walked gracefully to Joe. He took off his silk gloves on his right hand and stretched out his hand to Joe.

Qiao coughed dryly, hung the baton on his belt, then applied his two thick big hands to his wet hair, held the snow-white and pink palms that were maintained by Meirs, and shook them hard for a few times.

"You guys came in time." Qiao was sweating, wet, and the slippery palms held Meiers' hand tightly.

Myers' skin twitched violently, and his palm suddenly exerted force, with a slight sound, forcibly pulling his palm out of Qiao Feihou's big hand like a flexible fish.

The skin in Qiao's palm felt a scorching sting, and he couldn't help but look at Meles in horror.

This tall little white-faced person has a very strong strength in his hands.

The leader of the guard who had just been kicked by Meles and staggered back more than ten steps coughed. He patted a cowhide knife belt that was slid in his chest and pulled out an extended and heavy throwing dagger from it.

The toes of Meles just kicked the dagger clearly, and the dagger made of steel was obviously bent.

When Qiao saw the action of the guard leader, he knew that this was a reminder to him.

Myers had such strength at any time, and this guy was not as harmless as his appearance.

"After the Zhongqiu bloody incident, I have been paying attention to the turbulence near the Kumquat Hills." Mels took out a white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his right hand hard, and handed the handkerchief to the follower who followed him.

Putting on gloves again, Meers looked down at Yanan, whose limbs were strangely twisted, and his face was covered with sweat and tears, and said coldly: "This is the sacred duty given to me by the empire. I must ensure that the diplomats from all over the country are safe in Tulum Port. Whether it is personal safety or their personal dignity, I must ensure that all this is not violated."

Meiers stretched out his right hand and gently tapped Joe's chest three times: "And you, Joe Rong Weitu, a third-level policeman in the Tulum Port Police Department, what are you doing? Look at you, what are you doing?"

Yanan, who was lying on the ground, took a quick breath, and Qiao's big feet stepped on his chest, and his breathing became rapid.

"His Excellency Meles, they ignored the Public Diplomacy Law and blazed into my private residence and killed my subordinates for no reason. They all had the official diplomatic status of San Chia."

"In this regard, I will propose to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Delun Empire..."

Yanan couldn't finish his words because Qiao's big feet stepped hard on his face. The thick-soled cowhide boots inlaid with steel crushed his face and blocked his mouth tightly.

"You want to ensure his safety? Then, who will ensure the safety of our citizens of Tulum Port?" Joe lowered his head and looked down at Meles, who was a long shorter than himself: "He sent someone to bombard me in the street!"

"Evidence!" Myers raised his head without any fear, looking at Joe with his eyes like a knife: "Evidence! Third-level policeman Joe! Evidence!"

Joe was silent.

Bullshit evidence.

What evidence can he have?

Can he say that he awakened some kind of "magic" called "Scarlet Eye". Did he follow the remaining murderous intent trajectory in the air based on the magical power of "Scarlet Eye"?

This statement cannot be used as evidence.

Meiers laughed, but there was a fierce fire in his red eyes: "No evidence? Third-level policeman Joe, do you know the consequences of your doing this?"

Meers shook his head and said, "I can tell you clearly that even if you have evidence that Mr. Yanan planned a personal attack on you, he could only be extradited back to the Kingdom of Saint Hia and be tried by the laws of the Kingdom of Saint Hia."

"And you, without any evidence, attacked a country's diplomat... Regardless of whether his position is high or low... As long as my report is sent back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, such a vicious incident will directly attract the attention of Her Majesty the Queen. All diplomatic disputes caused by this will be fully borne by the Vitu family."

Qiao took out the red cover ID from the special investigation team.

"It's useless!" Meiers picked his chin: "This is a special investigation certificate issued by your Tulun Port, and it has no right to restrain our Foreign Affairs Office."

Qiao opened the ID and showed the scarlet inspector's seal on the first page.

Meiers was silent for a while, then he grinned: "The Office of the Inspectorate, it's a bit tricky... But you have no evidence, you don't have any evidence. And even if it's the Inspectorate, they will never destroy the Public Diplomacy Law!"

Meiers smiled brightly: "Remember the foundation of the Inspectorate Office? Swear to defend all laws and regulations to the death! The Public Diplomacy Law is also within the scope of their defense. In any case, you injured Your Excellency Yanan and you killed his escort."

Mels patted Joe's chest gently and said gently: "So, please let go of Lord Yanan, and then apologize to him sincerely. Finally, be mentally prepared to face all the bad consequences. Third-level policeman Joe, do you understand what I said?"

Qiao pondered for a while.

He looked down at Yanan lying on the ground, then at Meles standing in front of him, then raised his head and looked at more than a dozen members of the Foreign Affairs Office standing behind Meles.

A faint red light flashed in Qiao's eyes.

Myers suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Joe, what do you want to do?"

"He planned the attack on me... He even planned the attack on my mother and sister." Qiao said in a deep voice: "The bullshit "Diplomatic Public Law", no one can threaten my family and live well."

"Even if he is a diplomat?"

As soon as Qiao exerted force on his right leg, Yanan's cheek bones made a clear sound of shattering.

With a loud bang, Meles punched Qiao's stomach. Qiao felt a severe pain in her stomach, and her body flew back like a cloud of clouds and fog.

Meiers punched Joe, who was more than three times larger than himself, easily knocked him away nearly a hundred feet!

'Wow'!
Chapter completed!