Rumble, rumble.
The carriage rolled over the waterlogged road, splashing pedestrians who couldn't dodge in time with muddy water.
Mixed with the stench of feces, the dirty water naturally drew the angry stares of the passersby, whose curses were about to erupt when they saw the emblem on the carriage and immediately held their tongues.
The police carriage!
Those who knew the meaning of the emblem shut their mouths and lowered their heads, hurrying on their way.
Soiled clothes can be washed clean.
But a broken bone, even when set, often results in a disability.
The coachman revealed a malicious and satisfied smile.
The man was not a police officer, just a patrolman.
But at that moment, he felt that he possessed a higher status than a police officer.
Of course, Woolter sitting inside the carriage knew what had happened.
But the Police Chief didn't care.
If he didn't care about a patrolman, he certainly wouldn't care about commoners of even lower status.
