"I was the one who just messaged you. How about that? Surprised, my beloved Mr. Roger?"

"A ticket for 478 pounds? That's not even enough for Miss Elizabeth's afternoon tea."

"Useless! Idiot!"

"This clown actually wants to date a billionaire's daughter? Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious!"

While mocking and cursing, Lias and his other bodyguards turned and left with a wild laugh.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

"Why! Why!"

Watching the menacing figures leave, Rogerm, heartbroken, clenched his fists again and pounded the ground with all his might.

Because of the severe abdominal pain, he curled up like a roasted shrimp.

His red suit was also covered in mud and wrinkled from the punches and kicks.

People kept passing by the alleyway, but when they saw Roger lying on the ground dressed as a clown, they were shocked.

No one came to help.

Many people glanced at him, and after seeing that he was still breathing, they shook their heads and left.

Finally, two portly London police officers, carrying flashlights, arrived.

After shining a flashlight on Roger, who was lying on the ground, for a long time to make sure that the other party did not have any dangerous weapons,

Two police officers then stepped forward to help him up and dragged him into the police car.

...

Nighttime, north bank of the Thames, London Police Department.

In a brightly lit interrogation room.

After receiving emergency treatment from medical staff, Rogerm sat exhausted in a chair in the interrogation room.

His hands were handcuffed to a chair, his cheeks and mouth were covered in blood, and his right hand fingers had bruises.

Two police officers, a man and a woman, sat opposite him in the interrogation.

"Name?"

"Ro...Jem Fleck"

Current residential address

Tower Hill, Poplar Central, London

"Sir, could you please remove these handcuffs? My hands hurt a lot..."

Rogerm, his face a mixture of face paint and blood, asked wearily with a pleading look on his face.

"Yangshulin Community?"

Upon hearing the location, the two officers in charge of the interrogation exchanged glances.

That was the poorest part of London, a cheap community where only the lowest-income people lived.

Drug addicts, violent criminals, prostitutes... everywhere

The people living there are only slightly better off than the homeless.

The two police officers almost simultaneously showed expressions of disdain.

"I'm sorry, but according to regulations, you must be subjected to coercive restraint measures."

"Tell me, Rogerm, why did it turn out like this?"

A young male police officer with blond hair and blue eyes stared at him and asked.

“A man named Lias led a group of people to beat me up; they beat me like madmen.”

"They even tore up the two cruise tickets I had bought, which were supposed to be for my girlfriend and me, worth 956 pounds..."

"He's Mr. Griffith's personal bodyguard. He stole my girlfriend's chat account and tricked me into coming out..."

“I suspect Griffiths instigated them to do this, because he has always opposed my relationship with his daughter Elizabeth…”

"Please, you must arrest him! I know there are security cameras in that alley; they can be used as evidence!"

Rogerm, enduring the pain on his face and throughout his body, hurriedly explained in one breath.

"Wait, the Mr. Griffiths you're talking about, is he the Speaker of the House of Lords, Griffiths?"

After hearing this, the male police officer quickly interrupted him and asked the question again.

"Yes, Griffith De Niro, the sixty-five-year-old Speaker!"

"It must have been him who instructed him. We can find out by checking his communication records!"

Roger clenched his fists and said angrily.

Upon hearing this, the two police officers in charge of the interrogation exchanged a glance.

His eyes were filled with surprise.

"Hey, you know what?"

"The Senate is nearby, only 200 yards from our police station."

“I have had the pleasure of meeting Speaker Griffiths. He is a kind and upright man. I don’t think he would send someone to beat you up.”

“I advise you not to rashly slander others, otherwise everything you say could be used as evidence in court.”

Then the policewoman suddenly spoke, staring at Roger and frowning as she warned him.