Chapter 338

339. Chapter 335: Handling

"Mr. Lans..."

A short old woman wiped her tears under her daughter's comfort. Seeing Lans come, she hurriedly greeted him.

Compared to the old woman's casualness, her daughter was clearly a bit more restrained, just nodding, and then stood behind the old woman.

Burton leaned over and stood beside Lans. "The one who was robbed is Old Hampton; he lives on this street. This is his wife and daughter."

He emphasized one point: "They are all early Empire immigrants."

Lans nodded slightly. "How is Old... Mr. Hampton?"

"He was stabbed in the waist and abdomen. The situation doesn't look very good, but the ambulance came very quickly. Surgery should have already started by now. I hope he can hold on!"

After Lans finished listening to these words, he walked to the old woman's side. "We don't hope to see such things happen, but it happened; we can only face it."

"Don't worry, I will pay for Mr. Old Hampton's medical expenses..."

Perhaps it was this last sentence that completely broke the old woman's defenses; the tears she had already wiped away gushed out again. "Mr. Lans... I don't know how to say it; my family and I are grateful for everything you've done!"

"When the old guy comes back, I'll have him work for you!"

After Lans finished listening, he revealed some smiles. The surrounding onlookers also had their serious expressions dispersed by the smiles, and they let out laughter.

"We'd better not disturb his peaceful life. You all live here; if you encounter trouble, I should lend a helping hand!"

The girl standing behind the old woman also stepped forward. Her eyes were also full of gratitude; at least the surgery fee of hundreds or thousands of dollars was something their family couldn't afford at all!

If Lans didn't pay, the hospital might not necessarily treat such an emergency surgery if they didn't see the money. It could be said that Lans saved Old Hampton's life!

The girl was already working, in her twenties. She actually didn't have any good feelings about these gangs or families; that was all the fault of the Kamila gang.

She wasn't willing to have contact with these people either, but these guys in front of her looked different from the gangs she knew, and her expression also softened quite a bit.

"Mr. Lans, thank you."

The muscles on Lans's face exerted a little force, revealing a smile clearly different from the one just now to respond to her words, and he patted the old woman on the shoulder casually. "Set your mind at ease; he'll be fine. I'll go see these young people who did wrong."

He bypassed the two and came to the position in the middle of the crowd. Two young men were squatting in the corner, their faces full of unruliness.

The patrol officer responsible for this area stood to the side. He looked a bit nervous.

"Mr. Lans!" He took the initiative to greet him, hands on his waist, but then felt it wasn't polite, so he hurriedly lowered them.

Such a thing happened in his patrol area; he was afraid Lans would think he didn't do well, but Lans didn't do that.

He patted the patrol officer's upper arm. "Relax, I don't eat people."

A trace of a smile appeared on the patrol officer's face, and then he hurriedly apologized. "I'm very sorry; I wasn't able to rush over in the first instance..."

Lans shook his head. "You can't predict who someone in a certain place is about to hurt. You were able to rush over at the fastest speed and subdue these two people; you've already done what you should do. I can't give you any more blame; this isn't your fault!"

He said this and took out a cigarette. The patrol officer hurriedly took out a lighter to light it for Lans. Lans took a puff and looked at the two young people squatting in the corner.

From their immature faces, their age shouldn't be too old; they looked like they had just graduated from high school.

There was no look of repentance on their faces, and they weren't even very nervous; it didn't seem like it was the first time they had done such a thing.

They were still looking up at Lans, their eyes full of curiosity, scrutiny, and the desire to attack.

"Are you from the Empire District?"

The two looked at each other. One of them, a guy with brown hair and a bit of natural curl, asked, "Are you the person who is respected here?"

Lans pursed his lips. "I should be."

The surrounding crowd immediately shouted, "Mr. Lans is a person respected by all of us; kid, watch your mouth!"

That curly-haired one glanced at the surrounding crowd a few times. "No, sir, we came over from the Port District."

Lans nodded slightly. The two major poor districts of New Jincheng. "Why rob, and also hurt people with a knife?"

That curly-haired one said as a matter of course, "What else could it be for? We were out of money?!"

The blonde guy beside him couldn't help but laugh. "That old guy was carrying a gold pocket watch; he wasn't willing to give it to us."

The surrounding crowd already had some discussion; they felt these two young people were too arrogant!

There were also voices shouting "Beat them," but they were all pressed down by Lans with a wave of his hand.

"You aren't doing this for the first time."

The two were silent for a while. The curly-haired one nodded. "We do this when we don't have money."

"Do you regret what you've done?"

I don't know if this sentence stung the blonde one, but he suddenly became impatient. "If you want to arrest us, take us away; don't fucking find someone to preach to us. Are you a priest?"

The first half of this sentence was said to the patrol officer, and the second half was said to Lans.

The curly-haired one hesitated and didn't speak. He might have a little bit of accommodation and regret, but in front of his friend, he wouldn't say so.

Lans looked at the patrol officer. "Under normal circumstances, how would you handle this kind of situation?"

While they were talking, suddenly another police car arrived. Bulu, the branch bureau chief, came over personally.

When he heard that Lans had also arrived at the scene, he felt that the matter was a bit difficult to handle, so he hurriedly rushed over.

"You came just in time." He beckoned to Bulu, the branch bureau chief. "Under normal circumstances, how do you handle cases like robbery causing injury and endangering life?"

Bulu Branch Bureau already knew what had happened. He looked around and then looked at Lans's expression. He knew there was no way to talk to Lans on the side now.

He could only walk to Lans's side and say in a low voice, "Arrest them, lock them up for two days, and then release them. This is Charlie's meaning."

"If it were before, they might have been thrown into prison and locked up for a period of time, but now..."

He stopped mid-sentence. Everyone hoped that this city would become completely chaotic; only in this way would it conform to the demands of each interest group for subsequent interests.

What was even more ridiculous was that the law enforcers were actually one of the parties!

Charlie's attitude toward crime was still softening; he would release these criminals after locking them up for a day or two.

Even lower crime costs were like a devil cheering them on from behind. Even if they were caught, they wouldn't suffer any punishment, so why not take advantage of the good opportunity to quickly earn a sum of money?

Perhaps this is the most tragic place for the bottom-layer people. Regardless of what the decisions above are—good or bad—the only ones who end up bearing all this are them.

Lans nodded slightly. He looked at the two. "For a few dozen dollars, maybe a hundred or two hundred dollars, you almost killed a kind old man."

The curly-haired one was also a bit irritable, especially under the gaze of so many people. Lans's every sentence made him feel more resistant than a fist.

He stopped speaking, and the blonde one had an indifferent attitude. They had been arrested many times in the past few days and didn't care at all.

Even if they were arrested now, they might be released by the evening. "Hurry up, let the police take me away; I don't want to listen to your nagging!"

The surrounding discussion became louder, and everyone was furious at the attitude of these two young people!

Lans took a puff of his cigarette and looked at them. "Are you willing to apologize for your behavior?"

The curly-haired one looked to the side and didn't speak, while the blonde one smiled and gave Lans the middle finger. "Fuck you!"

The surrounding crowd of onlookers suddenly became emotionally agitated, but Lans couldn't help but laugh. "You don't know what you missed!"

He turned to look at Bulu, the branch bureau chief. "Take your people back; leave this to me."

Bulu, the branch bureau chief, glanced at the two young people again, hoping they would have good luck!

He nodded, signaled the patrol officer to leave with him, and the two walked directly through the crowd and left, while those two young people were stunned!

Lans took two steps back. "Do what you want to do; I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

Those young people had long been unable to hold back. When the first person rushed out from the crowd, jumped up, and gave the blonde one a kick, everyone else around couldn't control themselves anymore!

At first, they could hear the two people's begging for mercy, but soon their begging for mercy was covered up by those curses.

Lans leaned on the front of the car, smoking the little cigarette left, Burton had just answered a call, and now that the call was finished, he walked over quickly. "Old Hampton's condition has stabilized; the surgery was very successful."

Lans threw the cigarette on the ground and approached the old woman and her daughter. "The hospital's call has already come; Old Hampton survived, and he will soon recover his health!"

The old woman's heart, which had been hanging, landed in an instant. She didn't know how to express her gratitude to Lans. She wanted to bow, but Lans supported her hands. "You live on my turf; I have the responsibility to think about your safety."

"We should unite; only by uniting will they be afraid of us!"

The old woman looked at Lans with tears in her eyes. "Can I hug you?"

Lans immediately spread his arms. "Of course."

"God!" The old woman hugged Lans tightly. "Thank you, thank you for everything you've done for us!"

Lans patted her on the back. "Set your mind at ease; I'll have someone send you to the hospital. He needs you more than he needs a doctor right now!"

The old woman then woke up, hurriedly let go of him. "Yes, yes, look, I have to prepare a little."

The girl looked at Lans's handsome smile and suddenly felt it was a bit dazzling. She was a bit flushed. "I..."

Looking at Lans's open arms, she also hugged Lans. "Thank you."

Lans had Burton send them home, and then take them to the hospital.

As for him, wait for the aftermath of these things.

It might have been just a few minutes; the angry people had finished venting their emotions, and the two young people were already lying on the ground, neither dead nor alive. The blonde one was beaten the worst; his mouth and nose had already started to overflow with blood.

This also made some people feel a trace of fear, but more, it was still the relief after venting their anger!

Lans gave Lao En a look, then said loudly, "I'll handle this matter; no one will get into trouble because they executed an act of justice!"

"They didn't appear here, and no one saw them!"

This sentence made the originally somewhat uneasy commotion of the crowd become completely quiet all at once.

"Gentlemen, look, these people aren't scary. I hope that when you see someone being hurt in the Empire District, you can lend a helping hand within the scope of your ability while protecting your own safety."

"Whether it's helping them drive away those invaders, or going to tell our people nearby, or calling the police, they are all very good ways of doing things."

"Today, you help others."

"Tomorrow, when you need help, someone will also come to help you!"

"In this country, we are only a small part; we need to be more united than the federal people, more united than others, so that we can possess the most ordinary happiness!"

The two young people had already been thrown into the trunk; there was no doubt that they would very likely go diving in Angel Lake. Perhaps they could see Jason and discuss with Jason the insights of not breathing for nearly a year while diving.

These words Lans said made everyone deeply moved and inspired. Some older people with more extroverted personalities walked over.

They looked a bit hesitant. Lans saw some clues and took the initiative to reach out his hand, which made these people have a better perception of Lans!

They held Lans's hand tightly, right in front of Lans's car!

"Mr. Lans, I don't know how to say it; I have lived in the Federation for more than thirty years."

"I have seen many people, but I have never seen a person like you!"

"I have a premonition that here, we, will all become different from the past because of your appearance!"

"If there is any place where you need me, please notify me!"

Lans nodded. "I will; if I really need you, you won't be able to hide even if you want to!"

A sentence made people laugh out loud, and this person also knew that there were more people waiting to shake hands with Lans, so he took the initiative to let go of his hand.

But he didn't leave, just stood to the side. He believed from the bottom of his heart that Lans would become an extraordinary person.

Every extraordinary person will have a clear gap with ordinary people!

The glass of the roadside display window reflected all this. This was not the scenery on the street, but reflected an era!

Old Hampton's condition soon stabilized. Lans found a good doctor, two thousand dollars, so that Old Hampton wouldn't be finished just because he was stabbed.

This matter had a perfect ending, and it took less than an hour for the entire Empire District to start spreading the process of this matter.

Everyone was very angry at first, but with the advancement of the "story," gradually, they felt relieved, and also sincerely had admiration for Lans.

Regardless of whether the Lans family was a gang, at least they did things the federal government couldn't do.

It wasn't plundering and harvesting wealth, but helping them be able to obtain simple and ordinary happiness!

When they went back, the two young people were already dying. I don't know exactly how many people participated in beating them; it might be a dozen, or it might be dozens.

Even if it was just ordinary hitting a few times, ordinary people couldn't stand it, let alone these people, some of whom attacked in anger.

Lans had people throw them directly into a gasoline drum; Angel Lake was their eternal destination!

After solving this matter, Ethan came to find Lans alone. He talked about the things Elvin told him.

He was clearly a bit unhappy. "I don't want to box anymore."

"Why?" Lans asked.

Ethan rarely came to find Lans alone because he wasn't good at communication, and his chemical reactions with others needed Elvin to be there.

Hiram was also okay, but Hiram was cheap and would make him unable to help but give that horse face a few hits.

Elvin said Lans asked him to focus on boxing, which made Ethan a bit... he didn't know how to say it; he was very unwilling now. He liked the life of everyone being together; he didn't want to be separated from others.

Lans sat on the sofa with him. "I actually support your decision to box very much. We need more people to be able to speak for us in this country that doesn't belong to us."

"Jeral is like this, those outstanding people among the Empire immigrants are like this, and you are like this, Ethan."

"If you can become an outstanding boxer, you don't necessarily have to be a boxing champion; if your spirit can influence many people, then you are successful!"

"You will reshape a positive and upward impression of Empire immigrants. You, you all, the more successful you are, the thinner the labels like thieves, criminals, and vagrants on us in the stereotypical impression of federal people will become."

"As long as there are enough people like you, people will be able to completely accept us and let us truly integrate with this country!"

"And, you boxing doesn't mean you have to leave us."

"We will still live together, be together every day, and when you compete, we will all go to cheer for you."

He patted Ethan on the arm. "Don't waste your good talent; I'm still thinking about adding another display cabinet in my office, specifically for putting your trophies and championship belts!"

Ethan said half a sentence. "Can I do it?"

"Please!" Lans gave him a punch. "You are as strong as an ox; you actually doubt whether you can do it?"

"Compared to this, you should worry more about whether you will beat your opponent to death!"

Ethan's mood was visibly better. He scratched his head. "If I beat my opponent to death in the ring, will I be found guilty?"

Lans laughed loudly. "Except for God, no one can find my brother guilty!"

He pushed Ethan. "Brother!"

Ethan also laughed happily. "Yes, brother, no one!"

This matter was settled. Lans had Mo Lisi go and inquire.

This era is the era when boxing is hot. Champions and high prize money stimulate every practitioner.

Mo Lisi only spent half a day finding a suitable coach, who himself was once a boxer and had won some championship.

Now he has turned into a coach, leading several boxers, all of whom have had good performances this year!

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