I can copy tags infinitely.

Before he even realized what was happening, a burly handyman charged at Li En, his fist, the size of a sandbag, hurtling towards him.

Without even glancing at him, Li En easily deflected the fist with the steam pipe in his hand and grabbed his neck with his other hand.

The handyman tried to resist, but Li En stopped him in a deep voice.

"Don't move," Li En's gaze fell on him, like a venomous snake biting his neck, "or I'll crush your Adam's apple."

The handyman was so frightened that he dared not move, and another laborer rushed over from the other side.

But he wasn't so lucky. Li En slammed the steam pipe in his hand hard onto his head, the sound of his skull cracking was quite clear, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The porter was stunned. He never expected that this seemingly frail nobleman's son would so easily subdue his companion.

Not a speck of dust got on them!

Seeing his fellow laborer fall to the ground, the porter man didn't hesitate for a second before turning around and running into the alley!

Li En coldly swept his gaze across the mess on the ground, finally settling on the woman of the night.

"Sir..." The woman was terrified. Suddenly, the worn heel of her shoe broke, and she fell to the ground.

"Please, please let me go," she pleaded desperately, kneeling on the ground, almost crying. "I have no choice. If I don't do what he says, I'll be beaten. I don't want this to happen..."

Li En ignored her, and the steam pipe did not fall on her.

Li En simply walked past the woman of the night and chased her into the narrow alley.

The wanted criminal label provides Li En with a 100% increase in movement speed under normal circumstances.

Thanks to this improvement, even when walking normally, Li En can run faster than many people jogging.

Since that's the case, catching up with the porter by going through the alley was naturally a piece of cake.

After passing through a not-too-long, dark alley, Li En once again arrived at a wide avenue.

The stench of the Thames was already overwhelming, and Li En was searching everywhere for the burly porter.

Soon, Li En noticed that there was a person lying on the side of the road.

"Um?"

Li En felt that it looked familiar, so she went up to take a look.

The burly porter who had just been chased by him was now dead.

Li En turned him over with his foot. There was a hideous and terrifying wound on the big man's abdomen, as if he had been cut open with a hunting knife.

A mixture of white and black substances gushed out of his stomach, staining the dark, coal-dust-covered streets with crimson blood, creating a patch of crimson on the ground of this industrial area.

"Dead?"

Li En was somewhat incredulous. From the moment the big man disappeared from his sight to the moment he reappeared, less than a few dozen seconds had passed!

There was a long trail of blood on the ground, stretching from the alleyway to where he was lying. Clearly, someone had cut open his stomach and dragged the burly man to the middle of the road.

Perhaps the other party became aware of my presence, so they had no choice but to leave the body here.

In other words, the one who killed this big man was...

"It's that London serial killer!"

Li En held his breath. The other party wanted to dump the body in the Wander River, but his sudden appearance disrupted their plan.

This time, he was even closer to that London serial killer than he was back in Petticoat Lane!

It's safe to say that it's just one step away!

"Is this considered good luck or bad luck?"

Lee En didn't see the London serial killer, so the other party didn't have the idea of ​​eliminating the witness, which could be considered as her good luck.

Just as Li En was pondering how to dispose of the body.

A rapid sound of hooves echoed through the silent streets of London, shrouded in darkness.

A tall, black horse burst forth from the darkness, like a cold, sharp nail driven into place.

The dim light of the lantern illuminated the rider's attire and appearance.

He was wearing a crisp black Scotland Yard uniform, his gleaming boots slipping off the stirrups and onto the soot-covered ground.

"Sir, what are you doing here so late?"

The other party seemed to have noticed Li En's evening gown attire and assumed he was a high-ranking official, so their attitude was not so harsh and they could still detect a degree of politeness.

But when the Scotland Yard mounted policeman saw the large man's body on the ground, his expression changed instantly.

Li En glanced at the body on the ground, then at the grim-faced mounted police officer, and asked, "If I said I didn't do this, would you believe me?"

The mounted police officer produced a rope for restraining movement, his voice cold and restrained.

"You can say whatever you want in court, unless someone can prove your innocence."

Your timing is too perfect. Who can prove my innocence?

Li En had a headache, and at that moment he suddenly remembered someone.

"That's right! Joel Greg, I know Joel Greg!" Lee immediately blurted out Joel's name. "He might be able to prove my innocence!"

The mounted police officer certainly recognized who Lee was talking about: Joel Greg, the new sergeant of Scotland Yard, and even his superior.

Since Joel had only recently taken office, not many people in London knew him, so it was certainly not a coincidence that Lee En mentioned his name at this time.

The mounted police officer hesitated for a moment, but still informed his fellow mounted police officer.

In less than an hour.

Dressed casually, Joel, who appeared to have just been woken up, arrived at the scene on a fine horse.

The moment Joel appeared, Lee immediately chose to copy his sharpshooter label.

One reason Lee called Joel over was to explain the current situation, and another reason was to take this opportunity to copy Joel's label.

[Copying has begun]

[Remaining Time: 01:29:59]

Please maintain a close and stable distance from your target.

An hour and a half is barely acceptable.

Joel dismounted and nodded to the mounted police officer. "Officer, thank you for your hard work. I'm in charge here now."

"Yes, sir."

After saying that, Joel turned to the bound Li En and asked, "As a nobleman, why are you here so late?"

Li En slowly and leisurely described in detail what happened from her arrival at the Money Cat Salon to her departure and arrival here.

He described the whole process in great detail, even to the point that Joel, who wasn't fully awake, was yawning.

"Officer," Joel asked the mounted police officer beside him, "is what he said true?"

The mounted police officer quickly replied, "Sir, we went to the Money Cat Salon and confirmed that Mr. Lee En Wales had indeed just left recently."

"On the street across the alley, we also found the workers and prostitutes that Mr. Wells had mentioned who attacked him, and the facts were basically true."

After the mounted policeman described what he had seen, Joel nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Mr. Wells," Joel approached Lee, "based on the testimonies from all sides, it can be basically concluded that you are innocent."

"The worker's stomach was slashed open with a sharp hunting knife, while you were holding a steam pipe that you didn't know where it came from, which couldn't have caused such a wound."

Li En breathed a sigh of relief.

"However," Joel added, "you are suspected of a fight with the workers and financial damage to the factory, so we still need to take you back for investigation and let a magistrate decide your case."

"Of course, you can ask your family to bail you out, but before that, please come with us."

Li En understood.

To put it bluntly, it's about paying money!

Money doesn't matter, just let me copy your labels first!