Mystery: The arrival of the new Black Emperor

When she opened the door of Weir's house, a stench hit her face. Lisa quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose.

You can imagine how miserable a person with paralyzed lower limbs would be without anyone to take care of him.

Hobert fanned his nose with his hand and stepped into the door. There were no valuable items in the room, and they had obviously been taken away.

A man in his forties was lying on the bed. His face was covered with stubble and he looked very embarrassed. This was Weir after his injury.

Moldy food and empty wine bottles were randomly discarded on the ground. Weir held a bottle of wine in his hand and stared at Hobert with scarlet eyes: "Who are you? What's the matter with you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Hobert said while opening the window for ventilation: "Where are your parents?"

Weir sneered and said, "You should have died long ago."

"Where is your wife?"

"That bitch ran away a long time ago!" She also took away his savings over the years.

Hobert said: "Please allow me to make a bold guess. In your current state, you should not survive more than half a month."

Will stared at Hobert: "What do you want to do? I don't remember offending you."

"Or I can give you a sum of money and hire a maid to take care of you for a period of time until you get used to the days of paralysis." Hobert said kindly.

Weir was a little unbelievable at first, and then seemed to understand something: "What do you need me to do?"

Hobert didn't beat around the bush: "Hugh's charges are lifted."

Weir said harshly: "That's impossible. She caused me to lose my legs. Let her spend her life in prison!"

"You didn't die on the spot," Hobert said. "This can only be regarded as intentional injury. As long as I defend her, she can be released from prison in three or four years at most."

"Oh, goddess, look at the world today!" Weir shouted drunkenly: "The murderer who caused my paralysis did not get the punishment he deserved!"

Hobert waved his hand in disgust: "Well, you are still alive in this world, which is the greatest tolerance of the goddess.

"Let's get down to business. I'll give you 300 pounds and you drop the charges.

"Or in half a month, I will come and collect the body for you."

Hobert has been using his "twist" powers less adeptly in hopes of twisting Will's mind.

But Will gasped and stared at Hobert, and after a while he said, "I want 3,000 pounds."

Hobert was a little disappointed. Apparently his "distortion" ability didn't play a big role.

The young man who had brought Hobert here just now had been watching the excitement outside. When he heard Weir's quotation, his jaw almost dropped.

"I will agree to your request." Hobert smiled: "Then after you withdraw the lawsuit, I will spend 100 pounds to find someone to kill you."

Looking at Hobert's hearty smile, Will was a little frightened.

Hobert said: "Man, your asking price is too high."

"Then 2,000 pounds, no lower."

Hobert still shook his head.

Weir sneered and said: "Anyway, my life is dead now. Young lawyer, please come and collect my body in half a month, but please also ask that son of a bitch arbiter to be prepared to go to jail."

Hobert thought for a moment: "Then let's change the conditions. I'll help you find a doctor to get you back on your feet, and then you withdraw the lawsuit!"

Weir was a little excited at first, and then he shook his head dejectedly: "I have seen many doctors, and they all said that I can no longer stand up."

Hobert continued to use his "distortion" ability to influence Weir's thoughts. He said coldly: "With all due respect, what good doctor can you hire?"

Weir was stunned, as if he suddenly had an enlightenment: Yes, what kind of good doctor can he, a gangster from the East District, find? He was carried to the hospital in Jowood District before, and the doctor he saw there was the best doctor he had ever seen.

So he rekindled hope: "If you cure me, give me another 300 pounds..."

Hobert interrupted him: "You can only choose between money and medical treatment. My patience is limited. If you continue to act rogue, you will get nothing."

He was a little excited because his influence had some effect.

"Okay, okay, I choose to treat me!" Weier said: "But I will not withdraw the lawsuit until there is obvious improvement."

Hobert nodded and asked the young man who was peeping outside, "What's your name?"

"Pete, sir, my name is Pete."

Hobert took out another 1 pound note: "Okay Peter, are you willing to run errands for me today? If you are willing, you will also get 1 pound in income."

Peter immediately entered the door and stretched out his hand to get the banknotes: "Of course I am willing!"

However, Hobert collected the money and said, "I will give it to you after your work is completed. Now you go find four tramps and tell them that I will hire them for one day today and I will pay them 6 suler each."

"Happy to oblige." Peter turned around and walked out.

He quickly found four tramps, and Hobert asked Peter to rent a carriage, and then asked the tramps to carry Will to a bathhouse not far away to take a bath, and then found someone to shave and give Will a haircut.

When they came out of the bathhouse, Will, who was being carried by the homeless man, looked at least ten years younger.

It was already noon. Hobert found a nearby cafe to have lunch and asked four homeless people to come in and eat together.

The four tramps were so grateful to Hobert that two of them shed tears. They had not had a proper meal for a long time.

Hobert kept reminding them to eat slowly so they didn't choke on their food.

The food here was very greasy, but Hobert ate it all anyway. After walking around the East End, he felt that any waste of food was shameful.

However, Lisa seemed to have no appetite, and the lunch he asked for was almost untouched. After obtaining Lisa's consent, Hobert divided the lunch among the four homeless people.

After lunch, Hobert said to the driver: "Go to Riverbend Avenue in the south area of ​​the bridge."

The coachman asked: "Sir, which number are you going to?"

"I forgot about it too. When I got to Riverbend Avenue, I got off the car and asked for directions." Hobert was telling the truth. The address of the vampire White family had appeared a few times. He was thankful that he could remember that it was on Riverbend Avenue.

After the carriage started to move forward, Lisa asked a little uneasily on the two-wheeled carriage leading the way: "Mr. Hobert, although I am not a doctor, I can see that Will is seriously injured. Are you sure?" Is he cured?"

Hobert smiled and said: "Whether I'm sure or not doesn't matter, it's the doctor's decision that counts."

He said: "But the doctor I know is very special and has superb medical skills. If he says it can't be cured, then Will is really hopeless."

Lisa did not continue the topic, and the car became quiet again.

When we arrive at Hebend Avenue, most of the residents living here are from middle-class families. Walking on the streets here makes people feel like they are back in the world again.

Hobert went down and asked a passerby, and soon got the address of Dr. White, who was good at "bloodletting treatment": No. 48 Riverbend Avenue.

Knocking on the door of No. 48, a young vampire, no, a young man opened the door for everyone: "Who are you looking for?"

Hobert asked: "We are here to see Dr. White. Are you Dr. White?"

"No, I am his son, Emlyn White."

Thanks to [Yuzhe] for the 200 points reward today.