So, the dignified county magistrate had to shamelessly lower himself to seek help from the three great families, which naturally made him furious.

“Head Constable Brooks, let’s settle our business first before talking about anything else.” Charles Thompson, unwilling to give in, grabbed a large paddle usually used in the yamen for beatings and was about to attack.

“Is your business more important, or is Lord Miller’s business more important?” Victor Brooks shouted, his hand like an iron claw, grabbing Charles Thompson like an eagle snatching a chick.

“William Carter, you’ll be picking your teeth up off the floor!” Realizing he couldn’t fight, Charles Thompson glared at him viciously and spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth.

“Andrew Carter, hurry and help Second Young Master Thompson look for his teeth on the ground.” William Carter said with a sinister smile.

“Third brother, the ground is covered with ‘dog teeth’, should we help him pick them up?” Andrew Carter asked with a laugh, noticing that Charles Thompson’s face was turning purple like an eggplant.

The martial artists nearby all shivered inwardly. This Third Young Master Carter seemed different from the rumors—his words were venomous to the core.

Some ill-intentioned fellows who had wanted to take the opportunity to bully this “soft persimmon” to curry favor with the The Thompson Family were now sweating, glad they hadn’t tried to stand out just now.

“Everyone! Personal matters can wait until the case is solved.

This ‘pervert’ is truly giving the county a headache.

Originally, I was going to report to Lord Governor, but wouldn’t that mean there’s no capable person in our Tianyang County?

Where would that leave the reputation of our three great families of Tianyang?

This is a blatant provocation, a direct challenge to our three great families.

If only the county’s reputation was at stake, I could accept it, but our three families can’t afford the loss.” It had to be said, Michael Miller was a master of words, making it sound as if the matter had nothing to do with him and was instead the responsibility of the three great families.

“Lord Miller, you don’t need to worry about this. With us here, it’s just a pervert. Our Charles Thompson will make sure he comes in but can’t get out.” Charles Thompson really was brainless. He had just swallowed a pill, and even though Michael Miller was clearly trying to shift the blame onto the three great families, he still tried to steal the spotlight and fell right into Michael Miller’s trap—a real fool.

“Hahaha, I knew it. After all, our three great families of Tianyang have been established for over a hundred years. We absolutely can’t let a pervert ruin our reputation. Especially with outstanding young talents like Second Young Master Thompson, it’s a blessing for our county.” Michael Miller immediately put a high hat on Charles Thompson.

And as he spoke, he glanced at Eric Harris, meaning: they’re already stealing the spotlight, what are you waiting for? Don’t let the The Thompson Family take all the credit.

As for William Carter, Michael Miller didn’t even spare him a proper glance.

After all, this Third Young Master Carter was “famous” for being a complete good-for-nothing. Even looking at him was a waste of effort.

Even though he had just tripped up Second Young Master Thompson, that was purely an accident and didn’t stir up even a ripple in Lord Miller’s heart.

“Hehehe, Second Young Master Thompson is a peerless talent, a model for us all. If he leads, our The Harris Family will gladly follow.” Eric Harris gave a dry laugh.

“Good! Since Young Master Harris agrees, I suppose Young Master Carter has no objections either?” Michael Miller slapped the table beside him, not bothering to ask William Carter’s opinion, and continued, “With all three families gathered, Second Young Master Thompson will lead the team, and from the county yamen, Head Constable Brooks will give his full support as backup.”

When Charles Thompson heard this, damn, look at my big mouth—now I’ve become the leader?

Even a fool knows the saying “the shot hits the bird that sticks its head out.” He hurriedly cupped his hands, about to open his mouth to object, when William Carter cupped his hands and loudly declared, “Our The Carter Family will follow Second Young Master Thompson’s lead.

However, Lord Miller, in ancient times, the emperor would personally go to the front lines to boost morale.

If even the emperor worked so hard, surely Lord Miller despises those mediocre officials who only know how to sit in the yamen and enjoy comfort when trouble arises.”

If you want to treat me like air, then you’re coming to the front lines with me.

“Of course not. I will accompany Head Constable Brooks until the pervert is caught.” Michael Miller was so angry he almost spat blood. He had calculated everything, but never expected to be pushed to the front lines by the The Carter Family’s good-for-nothing.

“Hehehe, with Lord Miller personally leading the capture, the pervert won’t escape even if he grows wings.” Eric Harris said with a dry laugh. Now Michael Miller was truly locked in, with no chance to back out.

Naturally, William Carter earned another “scheming” mark in Lord Miller’s little notebook.

“I completely agree with Brother Harris’s opinion.” William Carter added, making Eric Harris instantly speechless and itching to hit someone.

Damn! You were the one who forced Lord Miller to the front lines, and now it’s become my suggestion?

This good-for-nothing, ever since he came back from the coffin, has turned into a damn troublemaker—just tricked Second Young Master Thompson, now he’s scheming against me. Absolutely infuriating.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded, and a big basket flew in from outside.

Immediately, weapons swung wildly at the basket. With a boom, the basket burst open, and a bunch of colorful things flew out.

And Lord Miller actually got a bright red bellyband stuck on his head, with two mandarin ducks embroidered on it.

Meanwhile, the once boastful and imposing Second Young Master Thompson had half a flowery undergarment—clearly a woman’s—floating above his head, with steam still rising from it.