Chapter 22 Arrest of Refugees

"How dare you the bitch contradict me? You ungrateful bastards! I'll beat you to death!" The servant waved the whip in his hand ferociously and was about to slap Allen.

Allen didn't move and looked at the servant calmly.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a cold crane came out of the carriage.

"Don't delay my work. Your shabby clothes are not worth much."

He said in a slightly cold voice.

When the servant heard the voice, his face changed into a completely different expression, and the ferocity on his face disappeared, turning into extreme flattery.

The convoy continued to move forward, and the reallocation of the charity was outside the city.

At this time, the child's mother ran out crying and wanted to take the child back.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't helped me drag the boy back, but the noble lord wasn't at peace..." The woman sobbed and thanked Allen.

"What kind of aristocracy is he? He is just a dog beside the aristocracy." Allen snorted.