[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

?When the warden came to find Timo McManus, who was sorting out information about the new inmates.His office was dimly lit as usual, piled high with paperwork, particles in the air bobbing up and down in the light and landing on Mike Minus' somewhat Mediterranean scalp.

The warden coughed, reminding his obsessed subordinates of his arrival.

It was only then that Mike Minus noticed that he stood up to welcome his superior in the midst of his busy schedule, but the polite smile on his face froze in the straight-to-the-point words of the warden, his eyes widened, his pale face full of disbelief, Mixed with the remaining smile before and twisted: "What?!"

The warden had to repeat his request: "A new prisoner, man. Tom Riddle, you've probably heard of him."

McManus finally exclaimed: "No!" Seeing the dissatisfaction on his boss's swarthy face, he subconsciously lowered his voice, but the content remained unchanged: "No. You can't."

The warden frowned and cleared his throat: "Actually, I think I run the entire prison system."

Mike Minus knew that the other party was reminding himself: Hey, do you know that I am your boss?I can.Yes, he could, but, but how could he? !His Emerald City is not something that any messy character can enter!

"Tom Riddle! You can't put him in District Five."

"Oh, you can let Hannibal Lecter in, why not an ordinary murderer?"

Mike Minus couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and his voice began to amplify again: "I rejected Hannibal! You insisted on letting him in! Also, ordinary murderers? I have to remind you , this ordinary murderer killed three people with his own hands when he was 16 years old!"

Compared to Mike Minus' resistance, the warden seemed very relaxed. Perhaps he felt that Emerald City was such a place to accommodate all kinds of monsters. What's more, even if he killed his grandparents and father at the age of 16, so what?Nothing can compare to the cannibal Hannibal.In fact, that's what he said too.

Mike Minus came out from behind the desk in annoyance, walked around the room twice, the corners of his mouth curled up and tightly pursed, he was silent for 3 minutes before he spoke: "I hope a just , draconian, but at the same time a place that can teach them, and not...not a freak camp."

The warden had already sat on his seat, put his hands on the armrests, and shrugged his shoulders: "However, it seems so from above. Hannibal, and Groves you asked for earlier, I have to say, he doesn't Just a little Hannibal? I thought you were going to start a football team."

His joke didn't make Mike Manus laugh, he got angrier instead.No matter how many times he reiterated, the warden didn't understand him, and what he wanted was a prisoner who could teach, not a lunatic like Riddle who had fallen into hell and enjoyed it.

However, like Hannibal before him, if he wanted to continue to rule the five districts and receive financial assistance, he would have to submit to the arrangements of the upper echelons.No matter how many times he pats the table on this point, the result is the same.What's more, he didn't dare to point the other's nose in front of the warden and get angry.

So in the end Mike Manus had to finish the file handed by the warden, and then watched the other party tidy up his clothes and walk out of the office, while he sat back in his chair slumped.

The clock on the wall was ticking, and Mike Manus was lost in thought while looking at the file in his hand. He thought, since the incident had already happened, he could only try his best to minimize the influence of this man on District Five.Oh, it's not easy, he said, since a stone has been thrown into the water, how can it not splash ripples, and the protector, he didn't think the damn rules he made to protect newcomers before This handsome man with a cold face on the file needs this... wait, since he's the same as that annoying Hannibal, why not let the two of them stay together, maybe they will bite each other.

Mike Minus tapped on the file, finally showing a trace of satisfaction on his face. He looked up at the clock and found that there was still enough time, so he grabbed the phone on the table and started dialing. ?