After doing all the bad things, it turns out they are all true?

A monster that moves refrigeration equipment.

There was also a low-class pariah who wiped his fists.

What kind of hell on earth is this...

The supervisor started to cry, he really wanted to go home...

Fan Lin put on disposable gloves and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Why are you crying?"

"I told you not to run, but you didn't listen. Who can you blame if you get beaten?"

The supervisor's face was swollen like a pig's head, and his emotions were twisted.

Are you talking human language?

They're about to pierce his organs, how can he not run?

I have ten thousand greetings stuck in my heart, but I dare not say them out loud.

The supervisor was heartbroken. He never dreamed that he would be deceived by a low-class pariah and end up in such a miserable state.

He looked at the devilish smile on Fan Lin's face, shuddered coldly, and stammered, "Untouchable...you, you, you better think it over carefully."

"Collaborating with a wanted criminal to murder a middle-class citizen is punishable by death."

“Even if I can’t call the police.”

"But my dashboard has lost signal for more than ten minutes."

"It will soon attract the attention of the police."

"When the time comes, as long as they investigate a little, they will find out that you are the murderer."

"You're so young, do you also want to be a wanted criminal living in a dark corner like that little girl?"

"Let me go... I'll use the dashboard to sign a gambling agreement with you. I'll forgive you for what happened right now. After you get out, I'll have my parents give you a two million year sentence as compensation."

"Don't worry, there's a betting contract. If I break it, I'll become a lowly pariah forever."

"How about it?"

The supervisor still refused to give up and tried to negotiate some terms, thinking that Fan Lin was just a greedy and untouchable person.

Even though he was beaten so badly that he couldn't speak clearly, his words still carried a sense of superiority.

It's not that he is stupid and can't recognize reality.

The class stratification is really deep-rooted.

Just like a certain last emperor, even though he lives in prison, he still cannot change his feudal habits.

Fan Lin brought a chair and sat opposite him, pointing at Vanilla who was cleaning medical equipment.

"You'd better worry about yourself first."

"See that big guy over there?"

"Her wanted level is much higher than Bu Youxue's."

"One of the most brutal fugitives in Yeming City, responsible for at least forty or fifty murders of high-ranking citizens."

"Killing you is easy, isn't it?"

【?_??】

When her name was suddenly called, Vanilla looked up with a puzzled expression.

Al?

Higher than Bu Youxue’s wanted level?

When did it happen?

Forty or fifty high-ranking citizens were also killed.

How come she doesn't know there are so many?

Vanilla began to count carefully on her fingers.

Seeing her silly look, Fan Lin suddenly felt a headache.

He even had some doubts as to whether this cat girl had only developed her body but not her brain.

The Science Channel is right. You can't hybridize animals.

This thing's genes are really too unstable...

Fortunately, although the Vanilla people are not very smart, their height is still quite intimidating when they stand up.

The overseer took one look and trembled with fear: "What good will it do you to hand me over to her?"

"If it's not a resource, then the sentence can't be plundered."

"Even if you sell me on the black market, you won't make two million!"

The supervisor was really in tears.

You lowly people, don’t you just want money?

He is willing to give it, why does he have to kill people?

When Bu Youxue came over with a knife, the supervisor was so scared that his pants got wet.

Seeing that the intimidation was almost over, Fan Lin began to get to the point and followed the supervisor's lead and asked, "A sentence of two million?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Everyone knows that large prison transfers require official review and verification."

"The Basic Law stipulates that private individuals cannot accept large prison transfers without actual labor and maliciously seek poverty alleviation."

Bu Youxue, flashing the sharp blade, echoed even more impatiently, "That's right."

"Even my sister can't modify the sentence at will."

"Is there any way you can bypass official channels to transfer someone else's prison sentence?"

"It would be more practical to kill you!"

Bu Youxue raised her knife and was about to strike. Seeing this, the supervisor almost shouted, "We have a channel!"

“There really is a channel!”

Fan Lin grabbed Bu Youxue's wrist and smiled with interest: "I'll give you a chance, go on."

"However, if you fail to satisfy me, I promise that you will die miserably."

Vanilla seemed to suddenly have an idea and yelled in cooperation: "Awoo~!"

Having narrowly escaped death, the supervisor gasped for breath, his pants noticeably darker. "It's a noble..."

"They are the real elders of Yeming City and are qualified to adopt servants."

“As long as you have this relationship with them, you can accept their rewards at will without going through official review.”

noble?

Hearing a new word, Fan Lin glanced at Bu Youxue beside him and asked, "Have you heard about this?"

Bu Youxue shook her head in confusion: "There are indeed nobles in Yeming City."

"However, they rarely show up in public. I've only heard that nobles have some special rights, but I'm not sure what they are specifically."

Looking at Vanilla again, she also nodded in agreement with Bu Youxue's statement.

After receiving a simple confirmation, Fan Lin turned his attention to the supervisor again: "Is this the channel through which you were able to become a middle-class citizen?"

The supervisor nodded hurriedly: "Yes..."

Snapped!

Before he could finish his words, there was a loud slap.

The supervisor turned his cheek, which had been hit, away and was completely stunned.

why?

He has confessed and has been given a lenient sentence, so why does he still beat people?

His left cheek was burning with pain, and the supervisor was sniffing in grievance.

Fan Lin wiped his hands and said with disdain, "If you rely on connections, just say you rely on connections."

"I have nothing to do every day, so why would I want to talk about hard work and literature?"

"You're talking nonsense and brainwashing the public. A slap in the face is too light a punishment."

What I hate most is those fools who take advantage of others and then act like Versailles to mock others.

Especially in the mine, I listened to the supervisor's devilish voice for more than an hour.

Fan Lin was not a person who liked to be patient. He felt that the slap was too light, so he immediately made a decisive move and slapped him again.

Snapped!

Now both sides of his face were even, and the overseer felt that it would be better for him to die than to keep a pariah suffering such torture.

If you speak, you will be beaten; if you don’t speak, you will be beaten too.

Is there still justice in this world...

"Are your parents noble?"

Although the supervisor thought that he would rather die than be humiliated again, when he saw Fan Lin taking the fruit knife from Bu Youxue and playing with it, he responded sincerely, "No, my parents are just relatively wealthy upper-class citizens."

"The son of a nobleman must also be a nobleman and will no longer have the status of a citizen."

"My mother also became the mistress of a nobleman, which gave her the opportunity to help others improve their status."

Fan Lin was stunned for a moment.

mistress?

And the noble lord?

This guy, when he said this, his tone was actually full of respect for the nobles?

Sure enough, he still underestimated the madness of Yeming City.

In this city, human ethics is probably a word that will never appear in the dictionary.

Especially when Fan Lin saw Bu Youxue and Xiang Zilan's calm expressions, he confirmed this sad thought.

"How much of your sentence did your parents spend to elevate you to the level of a middle-class citizen?"

After several rounds of "action education," the supervisor became much more honest and gave a complete explanation: "30 million years in prison."

"Ten million of these years are the handling fee for the nobles."

The handling fee accounts for one-third of the 30 million year sentence.

hiss--

You don't have to do anything, just set up a fake account and hire a few servants, and you can earn a sentence of 10 million years.

This commission rate is almost the same as putting money in a sack.

Moreover, judging from the supervisors' situation, there should be quite a few cases in Yeming City where wealthy businessmen and upper-class citizens give birth to offspring of lower-class citizens.

Having money does not mean having power.

If they wanted their offspring to avoid hardship, they could only rely on the nobles to "launder money" to help their children improve their status.

The revenue from this business alone is unimaginable.

Not to mention that some large companies or large mines may have more gray transactions with the nobles.

The lower-class citizens work hard, go without food and water for their entire lives, and the prison sentences they earn are probably just a fraction of what they earn in one second.

No wonder the rights of the nobility were strictly blocked from outsiders, especially from lower-class citizens.

After all, there is one corner of the Heavenly Palace that can never be known to the lower-class citizens.

Otherwise, if the work enthusiasm of these beasts of burden is dampened, who will serve the noble lords?

Not conducive to solidarity (exploitation).

Once you understand the methods of money laundering, the rest will be much easier.