Looking at the banknotes flying and spinning all over the sky, the anger in people's hearts subsided unexpectedly, and even the policemen beside them were a little turbulent.

Who doesn't want to get money?

If it weren't for the work issues, these policemen might have rushed up and squeezed with the Gualtes who might have evolved into riots the previous second. Seeing the banknotes falling into their pockets in the scrambles between these people, the policemen on the side showed envy on their faces. It was really good luck that they could have encountered such a good thing. Some people looked up and saw stacks of banknotes scattered on the tall building next to them, and they didn't even have the envy in their hearts.

The gap is too big, only looking up.

Looking at the Guartes who changed their original intentions to fight for money downstairs, Scott smiled bitterly and shook his head. This may be the gap between the thoughts of ordinary people and the rich. In his opinion, this sudden outbreak and a huge riot was difficult to calm down. If the demands of these people were not met, they would never retreat. Even after the mayor learned the news, he immediately asked the Advisory Bureau and relevant people who had experience in handling similar situations. The answers given to him made his face worse and worse.

But who could have thought that when many people thought that the Navy might need to suppress these people, Dulin threw out his money and the world immediately became quiet. This is the different ways of thinking brought about by different identities and status.

Gualtes held their hands high, they had forgotten what they were going to do when they came here, and there was only one thing in their minds, that was money.

As a poor person, no matter how small the money is, it is money, not to mention that those fluttering pieces of paper are not small money. If you can compete for ten or twenty pieces, it would be like a month's salary to be free! This is so attractive to people who are very embarrassed in their family conditions. In the face of money, who still remembers who Abion is?

Several people in the crowd showed disappointment. These people were members of Abion's small group. When they first learned that Abion was murdered at home, they thought of not avenging Abion or sadness, but a faint excitement. The mountains pressing on their heads finally collapsed, and they could have a day to make a comeback. When Abion was there, he always took the most, because people recognized him. Now that he is dead, is it their turn to make the decision?

Even the people who incited this riot were the people who wanted to achieve two goals in this way. The first was to clean up a group of Abian's loyal people, and the second was to attract the attention of the Ilian city managers. Then they stood up to calm the riot, and stepped on the bodies of Abian and his compatriots to walk on the stage he left behind. But unfortunately, all of this failed in this damn rain of money.

The rain of money quickly turned into a rain of coins, and the crowded crowd dispersed a little, which was also what Dulin prepared for considering that overcrowding might cause a stampede. A large number of coins were scattered, and people changed from holding their hands high to bending over and sticking their butts, setting apart from each other.

I don’t know when money will no longer fall from the sky, but these Guartes are still waiting for it. However, at this moment, a loud applause attracted their attention.

There was a young, very kind-looking guy standing not far from them in an expensive suit. His smile was as bright as the sun, his voice was also very nice, with a magical magnetism that could calm down and listen carefully to what he said.

"Are you satisfied with my meeting gift?" Du Lin pulled out a dollar bill from his pocket and bounced it. The crisp sound made people fascinated. "I have been wondering how I should meet you and what kind of meeting gifts should I give you for the first meeting. Just as you have seen, I am a businessman, a wealthy businessman. I don't know much about any small gifts that can satisfy everyone, so I think I'd better give you the money and then choose for yourself."

At this time, a little boy of five or six years old ran out of the crowd. He ran to Dulin in the worried eyes, looking at the one dollar banknotes sandwiched between Dulin's fingers. Dulin bent down and touched his head, and then gave him the money.

"My name is Dulin, and some people call me Mr. Thirty-five thousand!" Some exclamations appeared among the Gualtes. At this time, people remembered that the purpose of their gathering here was to seek justice for Abion, but they put the money of the "enemy" into their pockets without knowing it, which made them very embarrassed and didn't know what to do. As for asking them to take out the money again and then confront Dulin?

Sorry, I can't do it!

Du Lin also knew the mentality of these people very well. He flicked the brim of his hat without caring, "I know why you gather here, and also know what happened in the fifth district. I hope you can think calmly. Is it necessary for me to murder a poor compatriot living in the fifth district?" Du Lin's face gradually became serious. He shook his fingers, raised his chin slightly in a very calm voice and said proudly: "No!"

"There is no need for this. I know that some people are throwing dirty water on me, saying that I am a rich man who has made a fortune by smuggling people and opening black mines, and his hands are covered with blood. I also know that they have said even more outrageous things to slander me and slander me, but I don't care. You see the dog on the side of the road barking at you a few times, can you still call it back or bite it?"

The laughter in the crowd gradually spread and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed. Du Lin shrugged, "I can't do it, after all, I'm a bloody Mr. 350,000!"

"The reason why we appear here today is because our blood vessels are all blood from the former kings, and the gods you believe in are also my faith. All the Guartes in this world are family members of the same origin. Your behavior and practices are too extreme. This will make those who provoke and incite you to appear here succeed in their plans, and will also make your family, parents, and children sad about it."

"Do you know? Just before I come, the navy's warships have already landed. Just take a few more steps forward and they will start suppressing!"

Du Lin's words suddenly caused a slight commotion to the crowd. Some timid people had already begun to retreat and planned to return to the fifth zone. They may have not seen the real scene of the garrison troops suppressing the riots, but they had heard people and still used this tragic process as news or jokes with laughter. But when it was their turn to face such a thing, they suddenly became frightened. At that time, even if they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, it would be useless. A bullet could take away a life and bring a medal and glory to the navy.

"So I came, and I could not watch my fellow men bleed here and die without being moved. The king gave me a heavy responsibility, and whether I would or not, as a Guarte I must take on. I hope you can calm down and send a representative to talk to me and to the commissioner around me, rather than expressing your thoughts in this stupid way."

"There are a small group of people who have used your integrity and kindness to achieve their evil ends, but as long as I am here for a day, I will not let them succeed. If you still want to move forward, I will get out of the way. But if you calm down and want to figure out what is going on, then I will give you justice!" Dulin took off his hat and swept his trouser legs with the brim of the hat, "Because I am Dulin!"

After the group consciousness was broken, people felt fear at the first time, because after they calmed down, they realized that they had done something incredible. Fortunately, they did not pay a heavy price for what they did. This made them feel scared, and they also felt lucky and were a little grateful to Du Lin.

Dulin's image became taller in an instant, and the Gualtes began to slowly withdraw from the fourth district. Scott breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and asked a police officer behind him to tell the mayor what happened here, and the alarm could be lifted.

Seeing the people gradually retreating and the merchants who were smashed by the roadside ran out at this time, they looked at Dulin and finally surrounded Scott and asked about compensation.

Dulin breathed a sigh of relief, and Scott breathed a sigh of relief, even though he was surrounded by a group of people.

This sudden riot disappeared quickly as it appeared. Except for the people living around who saw the riot with their own eyes, most people who heard it only regarded it as an exaggerated remark. If the riot could be stopped so easily, would there be bloody conflicts in the world?

At night, Dulin welcomed three representatives of the Guartes in his mansion. A man who looked like he was in his sixties and seventies, a young and strong man, and a woman in his forties. They had a certain prestige and status among the Guartes in the fifth district, far surpassing members of the small group of Abion. If Abion had not been led by them, few people would have known them.

The first time I entered such a luxurious mansion, the three Gualte representatives were very restrained, and were afraid of breaking something. They were only slightly better after the three of them sat down.
Chapter completed!