British 1986

"Edmund, the meal has been packed for you, why don't you put the note yourself?" A greeting from the waiter interrupted Edmund's train of thought.

"Oh, leave it to me, thank you!"

After tearing off the route map drawn at the top of the notebook, Edmund packed up the notebook, picked up five takeaways, turned around and walked out of the burger restaurant.

His car is a brand new seventh-generation Toyota Corolla with the eye-catching Blue Knight logo on it. As for why he bought a car made in Japan.

Because this car is cheap and fuel-efficient.

Apart from this, there are no other advantages.

Go around to the left and open the passenger's door. In the passenger's seat, there is a large tray fixed on the seat with an insulated lunch box and takeaway food.

Edmund then sat in the driver's seat and first posted the planned route map on the center console.

After running the takeaway map of Tameside for so long, Edmund was already so familiar with it that he had no need for a map manual. He started the car and started working!

"Hey! Why are you looking at a white-skinned pig? Why don't you get out of here after delivering it?"

The peaked cap, skateboard pants, and the large iron chain on the pants bend from the waist and then around the back waist. The large black T-shirt on the upper body also has that exaggerated pattern printed on it.

The black boy's outfit made Edmund frown.

Food delivery people are not inferior to others. On the contrary, as service staff, every time a meal is delivered, the delivery person usually receives a tip in addition to the order fee.

This can vary from a few pennies to several pounds.

Tipping is not necessary, but a reflection of quality.

Especially in a place like Great Britain that attaches great importance to etiquette, as long as the average person is educated, they should tip some service staff. It doesn’t matter how much, the important thing is this habit and attitude!

This represents recognition of the waiters who serve you!

And now.

After running so far, they were already out of the delivery area. Edmond worked so hard to deliver the food, but he didn't get a penny tip. Instead, he was scolded by a little black guy as a white-skinned pig.

The cook had a bad temper to begin with, and it was even worse now that he was being scolded like this.

Just when he was about to get angry, but thinking about how much debt he still owed, Edmund's newly aroused momentum disappeared without a trace. He could only mutter in frustration: "Impolite boy!"

"Hey! Don't go, white-skinned pig, who are you talking about?"

After being muttered, Xiao Heizi was obviously more angry than Edmund. He turned around and put back the takeout. He took out a butterfly knife from his pocket and clicked it a few times. The knife flashed when he threw it, and Xiao Heizi narrowed his eyes. He closed his eyes and stared at Edmund with a malicious look on his face.

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Seeing that Xiao Heizi, who was not prepared to pay any attention to him, actually kicked his nose into his face and screamed like a white-skinned pig, Edmund became a little confused.

"Boy, do you recognize my clothes?"

Pointing to the logo on his chest, Edmund wanted this little black man to retreat when he saw the difficulties. Not everyone could afford to mess with the aristocratic property. Some people were fearless. They were just ignorant. When they get into trouble, they are more cowardly than anyone else.

Edmund had seen many such gangsters. Every time he brought up the background behind him, most people would retreat. Anyway, he had been out for more than a year and had never encountered any trouble.

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Xiao Heizi snorted. He didn't know if he really didn't know him or if he did it on purpose. He stared at Edmund for a long time. When Edmund thought he would back down, the butterfly knife in Xiao Heizi's hand suddenly pointed at Edmund. It passed before my eyes.

"Fuck! I don't care about shitty clothes."

Edmund subconsciously blocked it with his left hand, feeling a heartbreaking pain in his wrist.

This time he must have hit the mark. When he thought that his injury would affect his income, he would have to spend money for medical treatment, and there were so many children to support at home, Edmund's forehead felt hot. Relying on his strong physique, he protected his chest with his left hand and fiercely moved forward. The first collision.

How could Xiao Heizi be the chef's rival?

Edmund collided with him and knocked Xiao Heizi to the ground. As soon as he kicked him, Xiao Heizi on the ground was already yelling at the top of his lungs like he was killing a pig: "Come here! Come here! A white-skinned pig is beating me. I’m the boss!”

Whooshing, hearing the shouts of the little black men, five or six little black men ran out of the warehouse instantly, holding baseball bats, daggers, machetes, and spears, and all kinds of weapons.

As soon as they went out, they saw Xiao Heizi being beaten by Edmund.

"Cut him! Chop this white-skinned pig to death!"

When Edmund saw this posture, his hair exploded instantly.

One-on-one is okay, but if he is asked to fight so many people, he can't beat them!

Make a note of this place and talk to someone when you get back!

Thinking of this, Edmund turned around and ran towards the car on the side of the road.

He was running in front, and five or six little black men were chasing him. Seeing that he could not catch up with Edmund, someone threw weapons at Edmund from a distance.

Edmond was hit a few more times, but he didn't know it hurt anymore. He staggered and opened the car door tremblingly. Just as he was about to get in the car, he was hit a few more times in the back. He couldn't tell whether it was from a knife or a baseball bat. of.

Edmund gritted his teeth, and without turning off the car, he released the handbrake and put it into gear to drive away.

After driving for five minutes, Edmund's condition became worse and worse. He didn't know how many times he had been hit and where he was injured. At this time, Edmund felt that his vision was darkening and his whole body was cold. With a strong energy, he subconsciously drove towards the takeout station.

You can't die outside.

"Hahaha Allen, listen to me!"

Duke Angus' face was flushed and he put his arm around Allen's shoulders. The two seemed like good brothers.

It was already dark in London at nine o'clock in the evening, and Allen's manor was next to the Thames River.

While admiring the river view, I drank a small beer and ate a small barbecue.

Although the temperature outside is already very low, I feel hot when I drink. Even if it is beer, I still get hot after drinking too much.

Both of them were wearing single clothes.

Allen's face was also a little red at this time.

Duke Angus is not good at anything else, but he is proficient in eating, drinking and having fun. In the past few years of "further study" in London, his drinking ability has gradually increased, and he is now on par with Allen.

Both of them were a little drunk at this time. Although they were not drunk, they were still very clear in their hearts, but their perception of the outside world was obviously a little slow.

Generally speaking, before men drink, or when they first start drinking, their speech patterns are basically "I heard, do you know, hey, let me tell you." These words are the starting point.

Usually they start with small talk, talking about where they are, and about everything, regardless of status.

But when the wine is halfway through, the average man starts to export his own values.

It is also commonly known as showing off - or relying on one's experience.

The current Duke Angus was obviously in this state. He hugged Allen and said as if he had come before: "Alan, when you get married in the future, you must find a well-matched wife. You must find a wife who is also the same." Young ladies from aristocratic families, don’t imitate me, and don’t “

After burping, Duke Angus picked up the skewers just delivered by the servant next to him with his big fat hands, picked up a skewer, wiped the oil on his mouth, and then continued: "When I was young, I grew up in Australia and Kenya. My mother was not born into a noble family. She had no experience in educating the descendants of nobles. I didn’t think I was a noble when I was a child, as was my father.”

Duke Angus began to tell Alan about his tragic childhood experience with a heartbroken look on his face.

Their family's decline didn't start with his generation, but it has been in decline for several generations.

When he came here, the family no longer looked like a noble at all. As for the title of Duke.

No one really respects them.

When faced with a group of people, if Allen were to stare, many people would be scared to say anything, but if it were the former Duke of Angus, his glare would be of no use.

Their family lacked the kind of education and environment that was provided to the children of aristocrats when they were young.

Everything is lacking, including character, methods, etc.

This also led to the fact that each generation of their family became more prosperous and worse than the previous generation.

If he had grown up in an orthodox aristocratic family, Duke Angus felt that he would not be so depressed now.

He has just gotten better in the past few years. Relying on Allen's relationship, he has slowly paid off his foreign debts. However, his net worth is only about 100,000 pounds, and his life is very tight. How can he own a private super yacht like Allen? Woke up.

This was classified by Duke Angus as not receiving a good aristocratic education since childhood.

This is not something that can be solved by going to some aristocratic school. It is a real education within a noble family, where the older generation teaches the next generation through words and deeds. It has nothing to do with knowledge. It is the most basic kind of education, as if it is nature.

Just like Allen, after so many years here, his character is completely different from his previous life.

The environment he lives in now is like this, and he doesn't need to treat ordinary people as human beings at all.

In his previous life, it didn't matter what your status was. Killing someone was already a big deal there. Even if you had a close family relationship, you had to plan carefully and find someone to blame and excuse.

But in Britain and Wales, everything is different!

If you don't like the way the old count behaves, a beating will be light and killing him won't be a big deal. This is the tradition in the family.

If a person lives in this kind of family environment for a long time, can he remain unchanged?

impossible!

As one's character changes, one's behavior style and methods will naturally take on characteristics such as selfishness and cruelty.

If you don't have this kind of character, how can you hang out in the aristocratic circle?

But Duke Angus doesn't have this kind of temperament. Even now, his character is fixed. Even if he wants to change, it's hard to change. This means that even though he has been doing better in the past few years, he has not really integrated into it. The reason for the aristocratic circle.

"Hahaha, uncle Angus, don't worry, I am still very independent, but you. Have you never thought that you are still young and you don't want to restore the glory of your family?"

Even though he was a little confused, Alan was subconsciously planning to encourage Angus to cause trouble. Manchester is so big and so close to Wales, so there is so much to do. Otherwise, why would he always support Angus so much? Isn't it just greed? His identity - Duke of Manchester!

"Hey, I'm not like you, family glory? Haha"

Duke Angus laughed at himself. Their ancestral home had been bought and used as a company headquarters. The land had been sold out long ago. Except for the name of the current Duke, other ancestral properties, large and small, had long been used by generations. If a person has been ruined, how can he restore his glory?

This is starting from scratch. It’s so difficult!

"Master!"

"Master, there is an emergency to report!"

Xiao Shitou held a piece of paper and shouted as he walked. As soon as he reached Allen's side, a pungent smell of alcohol filled the surroundings.

Allen slowly turned his head and glanced at Xiaoshi, and said angrily: "Didn't you see that I was drinking with Uncle Angus?"

"Uh, Master, there's something wrong down there."

"explain!"

Xiao Shitou looked at Angus next to him. According to the information on the paper, this matter was considered a family scandal. He didn't know whether he should report it in front of Duke Angus.

"Um?"

Seeing Xiao Shitou like this, Allen also reacted.

But he didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "Uncle Angus is one of our own, so tell me!"

"yes!"

Xiao Shitou bent over and half-crouched behind the two of them and said: "About three hours ago, one of our delivery people in Manchester was attacked by a customer. He is currently seriously injured and is being treated in the hospital."

"Huh? Was he attacked? Who attacked him? Has the murderer been caught?"

His delivery boy was attacked?

Is this a case of someone eating a meal without paying, or something?

Xiao Shitou looked at the text on the paper and continued reading: "Master, the identity of the attackers seems not simple. They seem to be gang members. According to the doctor's identification, the deliveryman had injuries from blunt force blows and knife attacks. As for the injury, he was stabbed on the back with a sharp object, and his left arm has been infected and has been amputated."

When he heard that the leg had been amputated, Allen woke up more than half of his wine. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Shitou again and said, "Amputated?"

"Yes. It's not life-threatening at the moment. He just lost too much blood and is still in the hospital."

"What did the police say?"

"They had some excuses"

When Xiao Shitou said this, his face looked a little bad. If this was done in Wales, would the police dare to refuse?

Don’t you know what your last name is?

But this is England, and the place where the accident happened is Manchester. The city is large and has a mixed population. It can be so magical sometimes.

"Rejection? Does that mean my arms were chopped off? It's been three hours since the incident and the Manchester police haven't caught the murderer yet?"

Allen squinted his eyes, his anger was already rising. He had drank so much wine, and now his temper was about to explode.

"Well, you can understand that."

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Duke Angus opened his mouth as he listened to this exciting news. When did the risk of delivering food become so high?

And this is someone not giving Allen face?

The Manchester police were actually preparing to cover up the murderer in front of the Hill family? Or prepare and muddy?

"Uncle Angus, did we just talk about your restoration of family glory?"

Allen held Angus's big head in his hands and stared closely at Duke Angus's eyes.

Duke Angus looked at Allen's fierce eyes. He had also sobered up from the wine at this moment. Allen stared at him and swallowed his saliva. "Ah, it seems to have been mentioned."

"Haha. So, come with me tonight? I'll take you to open up the situation and restore some glory?"

"Huh? Me, me."