I have to say, sometimes men are cheap bones, the more you can't get it, the better it is, you are cold to him, he still thinks you want to capture the old man, not to mention the kind of dirty guy who insists that "the fierce woman is afraid of pestering the man", for those guys, love is a war without gunpowder, maybe life for them, there is only the meaning of mating.

Phyllis is facing such a guy.

Strictly speaking, the young man's appearance is actually not bad, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, polite and polite, and the corners of his mouth are a little evil when he smiles, full of seductive charm-

Bah!

In fact, Phyllis also wanted to "phew", but in public, this did not seem to be in line with the lady's personality, so Phyllis could only deal with it coldly.

"Waiter, bring me a glass of Champagne from Madame Veuve Clicquot, and I'll treat this young lady to a drink." Guys who feel good about themselves don't give up.

"Miss Phyllis, do you need help?" The commando, who was barely eyesighted, finally showed up.

Phyllis didn't even want to say anything, just nodded casually.

If the commando is just a little bit of eyesight, then the guy who feels good about himself is simply not long-eyed, and he invites a young lady to drink, and he drinks Madame Veuve Clicquot, why not drink vodka-

"I'm sorry, sir, please get out of here." The commando immediately entered the role.

"You-you're from the Qing Kingdom, aren't you? I'm the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine, I'm an American, and I just wanted to get to know this young lady — "That's right, the guy with no eyesight is Hoover."

The commandos didn't care about the general manager of the Kailuan Coal Mine, and gently lifted the placket, with a police badge hanging on the inside of the jacket, and a pistol and handcuffs around his waist.

"The Qing police in Johannesburg? Interesting, when did Johannesburg have the Qing Police? I'm afraid your police badge is not fake, right, it's quite similar? "If it was a white policeman, maybe Hoover would have restrained himself, but the Chinese—

I'm sorry, the Chinese have no deterrent effect on Hoover, Hoover worked in the Qing Kingdom, and the Chinese are just piglets who can make money for Hoover, and even if the piglets wear a police badge, no one will be afraid of it-

Therefore, while Hoover was not inferior, he also reached for the police badge inside the commando's suit, apparently to check whether it was true.

What good could an American, presumptuous to the police in the British colonies, end?

Sorry, it's not the twenty-first century.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, Britain was still an unattainable existence for the United States, and Wall Street tycoons wanted to marry their daughters to the British aristocracy.

This is no different from those highly educated women who married an American homeless man at the end of the twentieth century in order to go abroad.

Wall Street tycoons also want to marry their daughters to Britain's top aristocrats, but alas, the top aristocrats look down on the American nouveau riche.

Therefore, the status of Americans in the British colonies is really not high, and an American in the British colonies will usually end up miserable when they do something to the colonial police.

So Hoover was very sad.

It was almost as if Hoover's hand had just touched the commando's badge.

The commando grabbed Hoover's outstretched hand and pulled it forward, lifting his leg and knee against Hoover's stomach.

Whew—

Hoover exclaimed miserably, his eyes were almost protruding, and the original triumph turned into the fear of being hit instantly, and the sharp pain in the lower abdomen made Hoover feel that his intestines might be broken.

Before the commandos could stop, they simply pushed Hoover to the ground, and took out the handcuffs and handcuffed Hoover directly.

The kind of handcuff that lifts one hand from the back of the head to the back, and the other hand is behind the back, and lifts it up from the waist.

It's really that the commandos' movements are a bit big, and Hoover's physical flexibility is not very good, so when Hoover's hands are cuffed, he can clearly hear Hoover's bones crackling.

By this moment, Hoover had no strength to scream, his face was pressed against the commando's knees, his cheeks were pressed against the floor, and his eyes were a little distracted.

"Hey, hey, gentlemen, let him go, Mr. Herbert is our De Beers Unified Mining Company customer-" The commandos moved too fast, and only after Hoover was tortured did someone intervene, Hoover was indeed talking to people about business.

"Whoever he is a client, the majesty of the Pretoria Police Station is not to be taken off." Roark finally arrived, and walked into the dining room with a gloomy expression, the inspector badge shining on his shoulder.

"Hello, Mr. Inspector, I'm Mike Whitman, manager of De Beers Unified Mining, and Mr. Herbert is our customer—" Mike offered to extend his hand to Roque.

"Hello Mr. Mike, I am Senior Inspector Locke of the Pretoria Police Department, this gentleman is suspected of assaulting the police and harassing this young lady in the restaurant, I suspect that he has other illegal acts, now I am going to take him back to investigate, if you have any objections to this matter, please contact the Pretoria Police Department, the police department will give you a suitable answer." Roque doesn't leak, attacking the police or anything is nonsense, mainly harassing Phyllis-

"No, no, no, it's not that serious, Mr. Herbert just wants to get acquainted with this young lady." Mike tried to explain.

"But I've made it clear to him that I don't want to know him, and he's still pestering—" Phyllis finally stood up and looked at Roque with angry eyes, "Where did you run away in the morning?" Why are you only coming back now? ”

It's-

It's easy to misunderstand this tone.

At the very least, Mike looked at Roque's gaze full of understanding.

Yes, if it was just a simple attack on the police, then with the power of the De Beers Unified Mining Company, it should be possible to suppress this matter.

If it's just simple harassment, then with the power of De Beers Unified Mining Company, it's not too much of a problem to get through.

But if the young lady had an intimate relationship with a senior inspector, it would be a matter of personal enmity, and it would be hard to say.

Moreover, Mike was sensitive to notice that Phyllis had an intricate coat of arms embroidered on her collar.

Although Mike couldn't recognize which family crest it was, he was undoubtedly of noble origin with a family crest.

Big trouble!

"I want to work-" Facing Phyllis, Roque's voice was much quieter, and his attitude was as docile as a middle-aged greasy man with a fierce wife, who didn't come home from work at night, and went out drinking with friends, but was caught by his wife on the spot.

"Humph!" Phyllis's answer was simple and direct, and she turned away neatly.

"I'm sorry!" Roque gave Mike an apologetic look, grabbed the matcha biscuits on the table, and hurried after Phyllis.

At this time, I can still think of matcha cookies, which are indeed more intimate than Mrs. Veuve Clicquot.