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Just as a tram came, Crete seized the opportunity and got on the tram.

"Damn it." Arthur cursed inwardly.

"Haha. Sir, you'd better go back, it's not suitable for you." The boy who was stealing the bag was still mocking Arthur.

Of course Arthur would not give up. His bag contains all the assets he has preserved for this time.

"The idiot is still chasing me." The boy who was stealing the bag was still laughing at Arthur. He felt that Arthur could not catch up with him, and that alone would not be able to catch up with the tram.

"Damn kid, I'm going to kill you." Arthur was furious. He didn't expect that he would fall into a kid.

Arthur was almost exhausted to chase, but he was just an ordinary person after all. Although he was more physically strong, it did not mean that he could keep chasing.

There happened to be a horse on the side of the road. Although I don’t know whose it belongs, Arthur felt that he could borrow it.

He rode his horse directly and continued to chase the tram. At this time, he noticed that Crete was standing in front of the tram door, as if he wanted to get off the car, so he quickly urged the horse to move forward.

Crete also noticed that Arthur was riding a horse and chased him, but he seemed to have some support. He jumped out of the car and rushed towards the alley next to him.

He wanted to use the intricate alley to get rid of the country bumpkin chasing behind him.

Arthur also saw his purpose and quickly urged the horse to move forward, but even let the boy run into the alley.

When he chased in, he could no longer see the boy's shadow, and he was not familiar with these alleys, so he could only ask the people next to him.

There were three guys chatting next to him, and Arthur walked over directly: "My three gentlemen, have you seen a child about fourteen years old? He should have passed by here just now."

"Of course. He went there." The three of them lived in St. Denis for a long time. Of course, they knew what the roadside kids were here, so they directly told each other's whereabouts.

"I thank you all your family, sir." Crete, who was resting behind the door behind, heard that his whereabouts were exposed, cursed directly, and then continued to run.

"You'd better stop for me!" Arthur didn't expect that this kid was so arrogant and quite stubborn, and he wouldn't let go of his own things at all.

Crete was running away. He knew very well that the guy behind him was dressed rustic but had good physical strength. He could even chase the tram before, but he could not compare to the tram.

So he didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that after he said something, he would have no energy to run away.

Arthur looked at the little devil who had been running away in front of him, and didn't know what it felt. He was very angry and filled with powerlessness.

If it weren't in the city, he would have taken out the gun.

He wouldn't care about such a damn little devil, but now he is in the city. If he takes out a gun and shoots it, he is sure that he will be further away from his target of recovering little Jack.

St. Dennis, he really can't like this city at all.

Even if Jack hadn't been caught here, he wouldn't even want to get closer to the city, not only because there were more police here, but also because of the industrial atmosphere here, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Damn little devil, let me catch you and want you to look good!" Arthur chased after him, still cursing the little devil in front of him.

Although I feel tired, this does not mean that Arthur will not scold him.

Finally, Arthur got lost. Yes, after running around in the town for a while, he got lost and chased the boy in front of him. Fortunately, he probably didn't have enough physical strength, so he was not very anxious for the time being.

"Madam, please ask, have you seen a 14 or 15-year-old villain just now. Did you pass by here?" Arthur breathed a little and then asked the two ladies next to him who were chatting.

The two ladies looked at Arthur and then looked at the corner next to them: "Yes, he left from there."

Arthur thanked him and quickly ran in the direction pointed by the two ladies.

Sure enough, as soon as I turned the corner, I saw the little ghost named Crete holding his knee and gasping.

"Catch you, little devil!" Arthur hurried forward and pressed the little devil who had not had time to react to the ground.

He pressed the damn little ghost with one hand and made a gesture to hit the other.

Crete raised the package in his hand, with a look of fear on his face, and with a whisper, Arthur seemed to have punched him.

"Give me my stuff back!" Arthur's tone was very serious, as if he was about to punch him in the face the next moment.

Crete opened his eyes, heard Arthur's words again, and quickly handed him the package: "Give it."

"Where is Bronte?" Arthur continued.

"at home......"

"Where is his home?" Arthur frowned, quite dissatisfied with the answer.

“The big house on Flavian Street is just across the park.”

"Very good." Arthur originally wanted to beat him up and vent his anger, but when he thought that this kid might have parents, his parents would also worry about him, just as the members of the gang were worried about Jack.

In the end, Arthur took back the idea of ​​beating him.

Arthur counted the things in his bag, and there was nothing missing, so he planned to leave and look for Ducky.

"Welcome to Saint Denis, sir. This is not an ordinary city." Crete said this in a vicissitudes of tone.

When Arthur turned to look at him, he saw him get up and quickly leave here.

He didn't know what he meant, but at least he could achieve his goal.

Back at the tavern, Dutch was outside the park opposite the tavern.

"Well, where did you go just now? I saw you left the tavern and went into the alley." Dutch asked curiously.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! He could see that Arthur must have experienced a long and fierce pursuit just now, but they just came here and have not caused trouble yet, so he was a little curious about what happened to Arthur.

Arthur's face looked a little ugly, but he still honestly told Dutch: "I was robbed just now."

"Who is it?" Dudge was amazed. This was the first time he saw Arthur being robbed.

"A bunch of little ghosts."

Arthur didn't want to say anything, but when Dudge saw him, he looked ugly, so he said, "Then I won't ask."

"I found Mr. Bronte, and it seems that he is local, a great Italian man." Arthur thought for a while and continued: "Everyone knows him, but no one dares to discuss him."

"It is said that he lives in a big house on Flavian Street." Arthur pointed to the park: "It's just across the park."

While speaking, Arthur glanced around to see if someone was monitoring him. After all, he had just inquired about Bronte's whereabouts, and he was a big shot locally, so be careful.

"Very good." Daqi nodded, and a plan emerged in his mind.

"What do we do now?" Arthur glanced at Dudge's expression, as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's go and visit him next." Dutch thought of something and said to Arthur: "I'll go find John, you go there to meet us. Anyway, we'll get the boy back."

Arthur looked at Dudge who was leaving, not knowing what he was thinking.

He found a place to write down his feelings in the city, and then closed his diary. He remembered that there was a guy who often appeared behind him and peeked at his diary without posting for his whole life.

After a glance, I didn't find the person I suspected.

He shook his head, how could he appear behind him every time?

But he took out the note that Jason gave him before, which was Jason's address.

It just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so you can look for it and see if he can give himself some good advice, at least to give himself some understanding of this so-called civilized city.

"Hannah 13 Winston Street." Arthur asked passersby all the way, and then found the address, but he glanced behind him and found that the place was actually not far behind the park.

Even not far from Flavian Street in Bronte, if I had come here from the beginning, I would definitely be able to find Bronte's address more easily, without having to run away half of St. Dennis with a little kid.

And at Wang Xuance's home, Wang Xuance was looking at him with an invitation letter.

This is an invitation letter sent by the mayor. According to the mayor's servant, this banquet invited many famous wealthy people from St. Denis.

Including, but not limited to Alberto Fosar, a sugar cane plantation on an island in the south, where he was a real tyrant.

Algeron Worthp lives north of St. Denis and is also a famous hat designer in St. Denis, and also has a glorious title.

Hobart Crowley, a major in the Confederate, once participated in the Civil War, but for some reasons, he is no longer in the army, but has become a rich man in St. Dennis.

There is also Hector Ferros, or Hector Ferros Jr. Because his grandfather is also called Hector, Westerners like to give their father's name to their sons, perhaps for the purpose of integrating glory, or otherwise, but Wang Xuance cannot understand the behavior of doing so.

The only thing worth making friends here is Hector Ferros, because he mastered the publication of Lemoen's newspapers and the mouthpiece of public opinion. Wang Xuance felt that he could go to this banquet and get to know him.

He may be helpful to what he wants to do in the future.
Chapter completed!