From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

Oga Kumas glanced at the two people on the ground coldly. Although he didn't know how these two idiots got into trouble with Mr. Bonaparte, he was willing to share his worries with Mr. Bonaparte:

"Sir, what are we going to do with these people?"

Lawrence lowered his head and glanced at the four strong men who were subdued, and made a gesture of wiping his neck:

"These people, let them disappear."

Although these people did not know that Lawrence Bonaparte was providing asylum to the King of Beggars, the news itself that the King of Beggars had found a new backer, Lawrence did not want to be known to the outside world prematurely.

"Yes!" Oga Kumas lowered his head and responded, then winked at several gray rats.

The Gray Rats, who were originally desperadoes, were also very skilled in handling this. They neatly bound the hands and feet of the four strong men, gagged their mouths, then put them into sacks and quietly sent them out through the back door of the tavern, and took them to the sewer for treatment. Secret execution.

Chairman Faure was stunned. Those four people were all the mainstays of the gang, and this yellow-haired boy decided their life or death with just one sentence.

The big man was even more heartbroken. These people were his most trusted right-hand men. They were his cronies who had followed him since the founding of the gang and lived to this day. But now he could only watch these brothers struggling to be put into sacks. Then disappeared from sight.

Seeing all this, the big man did not dare to say a word.

The thin man in front of him is the King of Beggars. Just thinking about this reality makes the big man feel breathless.

Although he is not familiar with the new Oga Kumas, he has seen the terrifying methods of the previous Beggar Kings. The title of Beggar King itself has unlimited deterrence in the Paris underground world.

What frightened the big man even more was who the calm young man in front of him was.

According to Faure, isn't he just a powerless civilian cadet at the Paris Military Academy? ! Then why did the King of Beggars kneel down in front of him and call him your lord? !

"As for this man?" Lawrence's eyes slowly moved to the big man.

The big man suddenly felt chills all over his body. He felt that the God of Death was caressing his heart, as if his soul would be harvested in the next second and leave this world completely.

"Keep it for now, he still has some use." Lawrence nodded.

When this sentence completely penetrated into the ears of the big man, he was shocked for a moment, and then immediately began to gasp for air uncontrollably, like a drowning man who had just been saved; in a sense, he had just been rescued. He picked up a life from the River Styx and came back.

"Thank you, sir," the big man said to Lawrence in a very awkward manner. He had never thought that one day he would call a yellow-haired boy "lord."

Finally, Lawrence's eyes moved to Chairman Faure who was at a loss.

Like the big man just now, Chairman Faure immediately felt the kiss of death as soon as he met Lawrence's gaze. He had never experienced such cold and biting despair:

"I am Bornaba you."

Lawrence chuckled and said:

"This guy is also of some use."

Chairman Faure was stunned for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, as long as he could save his life.

He has decided that he will return to the Paris Military Academy immediately and will not leave the school until the graduation ceremony. Even the King of Beggars has no ability to take action inside the military academy.

As for the King of Beggars and Bornaba, they will definitely be able to take advantage of them after they join the police force or the city defense force.

Just as Chairman Faure was planning a revenge plan in the future, Lawrence suddenly smiled and added:

"However, he is most useful as a dead person. Just the same, let's get rid of him."

"you!"

Chairman Faure's pupils shrank, and his face turned pale for an instant.

He didn't understand that he was the most famous student association president in the Paris Military Academy. How could he fall into the hands of such an out-of-town boy? !

Just as he was about to scream, several gray rats rushed forward and captured him.

The big man watched helplessly as Ful, whom he had placed infinite hopes on, was tied up hand and foot and stuffed into a sack. However, he still did not dare to say a word and could only watch Ful being taken away by the gray rats. He left the tavern and disappeared from sight.

As for what awaits Ful next, the big man no longer dares to think about it. No matter what happens in the sewer, it will not be known to the outside world.

At this point, the big man no longer cared about his dignity and face. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly:

"My lords, my lords! I really don't know if it's you two."

Lawrence interrupted directly and asked:

"Okay, what's your relationship with Ful?"

The big man quickly explained everything about himself and Ful, not daring to hide even a few words.

After hearing the big man's plan, Lawrence also chuckled, not showing any interest in his whimsical plan, and said directly:

"Since Fur is a member of your gang, what's the evidence of his association with the gang over the years?"

The big man was also surprised. Unexpectedly, the young man immediately realized that he had a lot of information about Ful.

Although he was reluctant to give up, the big man had no room for hesitation at this time. After all, Chairman Faure, who he had placed his hope in, was about to become a corpse:

"Yes, yes, it's all in my hands. If you need it, sir, I will get it for you now. My gang's station is nearby."

Facing the big man's proactive offer of courtesy, Lawrence nodded slightly, signaling him to get the evidence immediately.

On the side, Oga Kumas glanced at the big man and warned him invisibly not to do anything stupid like running away.

In the underground world, this big man is also a well-known gang leader, and it would be easy for the Gray Rats to recapture him.

After getting Lawrence's approval and the warning from the King of Beggars, the big man didn't dare to waste a moment. He also ran out of the tavern and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Just over twenty minutes later, he came back alone and panting, handed an inconspicuous handbag to Lawrence, and then looked at the young adult expectantly.

Lawrence opened his handbag and took a look. It was filled with various letters and accounts, which seemed to be evidence that Chairman Fure in the military academy had contacted gangs and transferred benefits.

After getting what he wanted, Lawrence ignored the big man's expectant gaze and walked straight out, preparing to return directly to the Paris Military Academy.

When he reached the door, Lawrence stopped slightly, turned to Oga Kumas and said:

"Oga, take care of this situation and don't let the news leak out. As for this person, you can take care of it yourself."

"Yes, sir." Oga Kumas responded with his head bowed loyally.

The big man froze on the spot, staring blankly at Lawrence's back disappearing at the corner of the street. He didn't know if this meant that he had saved his life.

Just when he was hesitating whether to ask the Beggar King if he could leave, a sudden cold sting came from his chest.

"Wow."

In the blink of an eye, a splash of blood quickly rushed to his throat. The big man vomited a large pool of blood uncontrollably, and his face turned pale.

He looked down at his chest in confusion, and saw that an extremely sharp short knife had pierced his entire heart, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.

Oga Kumas withdrew the dagger expressionlessly, wiped the blood stains clean with a handkerchief, and said coldly:

"I'm sorry, I won't leave any risk to you adults."

The big man's face was pale, his whole body was weak and he hit the ground heavily, and he couldn't say a word.

A well-known legend in the Paris underground world died in obscurity in this small tavern.

Oga Kumas put the short sword into its sheath and ordered to the surrounding subordinates:

"Immediately prepare to wipe out the Fraudulent Gang. Don't let anyone go."

The gray rats present couldn't help but shudder. They didn't expect that Oga Kumas, who is known for being gentle in the gang, also has such a decisive side. I really don't know who that young adult is, who can actually make the King of Beggars So submissive.

But no matter what, the underground world of Paris is bound to be full of bloodshed, and the bloody crown on the head of the King of Beggars will probably become even more frightening and terrifying from now on.

On the other side, Lawrence returned to the Paris Military Academy with the evidence of Chairman Faure's communication. After simply changing into his uniform, he went directly to a large building in the center of the military academy that looked like a palace courtyard.

This is the administrative center of the Paris Military Academy, as well as the offices of major administrative officials, the school committee, and the principal, General Barol.

The reason why Lawrence came here is also very simple - to directly destroy the entire student association and replace it with the Shire Gang.

After all, Lawrence had no intention or interest to use the evidence in his hands to play tricks on the Federation of Students step by step. If he wanted to develop the Shire Gang as quickly as possible, he would naturally need to introduce some dimensionality reduction strikes.

"Huh? Are you a student? What are you doing in the Executive Yuan?"

As soon as Lawrence walked to the principal's office, a secretary stationed here frowned, stood up from the desk, and scolded mercilessly:

"This is not the place you should be, get out of here."

"I need to see the principal, General Balor, please inform me on my behalf, sir." Lawrence stopped and said:

"Tell the general that cadet Charles Bornaba of the 21st class has requested to meet with him."

The secretary also laughed angrily, waved his hands repeatedly and sneered:

"The general doesn't have time to meet with a new student for a walk."

"Your duty is to report to the general. It is the general's decision whether to see you or not." Lawrence retorted, still standing where he was.

"Hey, is your brain broken?" The secretary mocked mercilessly:

"In this military academy, whoever wants to see the general has the final say. If you don't get out, prepare to sleep in a solitary cell at night."

Just as the two were in a stalemate, they heard a lazy and drunken voice coming from the office:

"Hey! What's the noise outside? Can you please be quiet?"

As if his face changed, the secretary immediately put a flattering smile on his lips, carefully opened the door a small crack, put his head in and said:

"I'm very sorry, General. A new student, named Bornaba, is so arrogant that he wants to see you. I will drive him away immediately. Hey! Boy, get out of here."

Before the secretary finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound coming from the office, which seemed to be the sound of a wine glass falling and shattering on the floor.

"Bornaba.?!"

The voice in the room became much clearer, no longer drunken and lazy, but a little more urgent:

"Quickly, let him in immediately!"

"ah?"

Before the secretary could react, there was a burst of hurried footsteps. General Balor, who had slightly frosty temples, opened the door in person and glanced at Lawrence outside impatiently:

"As expected. Come on, please come in."

Under the helpless gaze of the secretary, General Barol warmly and respectfully invited the new student into his office, and then closed the door tightly.

"Ahem, Bornaba"

General Barrow personally moved a soft chair to Lawrence, then put away the wine bottles on the table with a slight embarrassment, kicked away the crumbs on the floor, and asked carefully:

"Or should I call you Monsignor Bonaparte, how was your time at the military academy?"

Before Crown Prince Louis entered the Paris Military Academy, Louis XV would certainly not rest assured that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would enter the military academy completely anonymously. Therefore, a very small number of senior military academy officials knew the identities of the three Lawrences, and General Barol, as the principal, was naturally one of them.

Lawrence was not surprised by General Barol's respect and was able to be appointed as the principal of the Paris Military Academy. Although this position was somewhat of a pension element, it also meant that General Barol must be from the Choiseul faction. member.

Whether it is political status or status in the Choiseul faction, Lawrence is a head above General Balor, so it is not surprising why General Balor is so prepared.

"Not bad, General." Lawrence greeted with a pretense of indifference, and then went straight to the point, throwing the handbag filled with Chairman Faure's evidence on the table:

“It’s just that some of the people and things I encountered surprised me.”

General Barol quickly opened his handbag and read it. Although he was old, he quickly realized what happened from these letters and accounts, and said in shock:

"The president of the student association actually did such a thing? He colluded with gangs. Oh my God, he also bribed hundreds of thousands of livres to school officials?! Those people in the student association, I really didn't expect it. !”

General Balor, who was working for retirement, really didn't expect that something like this would happen under his nose. Although corruption and bribery happened everywhere, he didn't expect that the scale would be so huge.

As for where Chairman Faure's bribes came from, you don't need to think about it to know that the bulk of it must be the bursary created by Duke Choiseul, and the rest is various state subsidies and allocated funds.

Lawrence narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with sharp eyes, full of oppression:

"You are not involved in these things, right?"

General Balor's expression changed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

"Your Excellency, you are just kidding me. I am not willing to ruin my integrity and reputation by collaborating with a group of young boys just for this little money."

General Barol, who was extremely worried, knew very well that if Bonaparte really suspected that he was a corrupt criminal and reported it to the Duke of Choiseul, then he would not be able to spend his remaining years in this privileged position.

Lawrence naturally knew that a general would not do such a thing, and the evidence in the handbag did not mention General Balor. The reason why he asked this was just to deliberately put pressure:

"I want to believe in your honor and integrity, but the fact is that Duke Choiseul's good intentions were completely ruined by the Student Union. It is really baffling to me that such a corrupt student organization was entrusted with a big responsibility by the military academy. "

General Balor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said repeatedly:

"You're right, I. I'm going to ban this damn student group. Letting them take charge is simply a disaster. Please explain it clearly to the Duke of Choiseul. I would like to guarantee on my reputation that I have nothing to do with these things. Uninformed.”

"I will explain clearly to the Duke." Lawrence nodded, then changed the subject and said:

"As for the Federation of Students, I think the original intention is quite good. It allows students to manage themselves to hone their abilities. It's just that it was executed badly by the people below."

"What do you mean?" General Balor asked carefully.

At this point, Lawrence also directly made his request:

"I would like to do you a favor and clean up this student organization for you. I will give you a list soon. Please arrange these people into corresponding positions in the student association in the name of the school. There should be no problem, right? ?”

Hearing this request, General Barol hesitated for a moment. After all, the Student Association is quite powerful in the major departments of the military academy. Judging from the fact that they have bribed administrative officials for so many years, it is estimated that there are many school officials who will Speak to them.

However, compared to the serious consequences of offending Duke Choiseul, General Barol immediately nodded and agreed:

"No problem at all, just leave it to me, Your Excellency."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you. Just keep these evidences. There are a lot of people involved in them."

Lawrence stood up and shook hands with General Barol, and then left the Military Academy Administration Hall directly.

Since it was a Sunday holiday, there were no classes scheduled in the military school, so Lawrence returned to his room in the school building.

As soon as he returned to the school building, Berthier couldn't wait to rush into Lawrence's room and asked anxiously:

"Char! You're back, aren't you injured? How are you and Chairman Faure doing?"

On the way back, Lawrence prepared a set of arguments in advance, saying that he had managed to obtain a complete set of evidence of Chairman Fuhr's evil and wanton behavior, so he successfully forced Fuhr to drop out of school.

Although Berthier couldn't believe this statement at all, since Charles was now sitting in front of him unharmed, Berthier had no choice but to accept this as an outrageous fact.

In addition, Charles said yesterday that he knew gang members, Berthier only thought that Charles had reached some kind of compromise with Chairman Faure outside.

"Oh my God, I was praying for you just now."

After accepting the reality, Berthier breathed a long sigh of relief. It can be seen that his nerves were indeed tense during the period before Lawrence returned to the military academy:

"If you don't come back, I'm afraid I will be forced to drop out of school and return to the army."

Lawrence smiled and asked:

"Do you regret joining this gang?"

"Regret is a stupid behavior. Now that I have joined the Shire Gang, I will stand with this organization until the end."

Berthier said seriously:

"Besides, this is not a small gang. There are currently more than thirty people in the Shire Gang. Even many senior students have expressed interest in the Shire Gang after knowing that we are fighting against the Student Association."

"More than thirty people? It's growing so fast. It's really troublesome to manage so many people. Thank you for your hard work, Berthier." Lawrence joked with a smile. Berthier has been responsible for the organization and management of the gang these days. , and he is also responsible for developing new members.

Berthier declined modestly, and then said confidently:

"I don't feel any trouble, Ciel. I can manage even three hundred people."

Lawrence smiled and nodded, and then suddenly said:

"Haha, right? Then I have a more important position to give you."

"What's more important? You won't let me take over as battalion commander, will you? Then I can't do this job." Berthier shook his head repeatedly.

Lawrence said seriously:

"No, I want you to be the president of the Student Association."

Berthier blinked twice blankly, thinking there was something wrong with his ears again:

"What did you say?!"

Let yourself, a freshman who has just been admitted for a week, be in charge of the most powerful student department? Berthier would always regard such words as a joke.

Lawrence seriously said another set of stories he had just made up:

"I just went to the principal, General Barol, and submitted to him the evidence of the student union's crimes, and Chairman Faure was dismissed from the school. In order to prevent the scandal from spreading, the principal allowed me to nominate some candidates to take over the student union. position as a reward for keeping silent.”

Berthier opened his mouth wide. If these words had not come from the mouth of Charles Bornaparte, he would not even believe the punctuation.

But even if Charles said it himself, he couldn't calm down for a while.

Lawrence continued to give instructions:

"I hope that you and the members of the Shire Gang will be in charge of the Student Association. The biggest purpose is to use the power of the Student Association to attract talents for the Shire Gang. Within the gang, the only qualified candidates are those with excellent organizational skills. It’s yours, Berthier.”

"I, I." Berthier hesitated a little. Although he had just expressed confidence in his organizational ability, he did not expect that Charles would suddenly give him the position of chairman of the student union.

"Don't worry, Berthier, you are fully capable."

Lawrence smiled and patted Berthier on the shoulder:

"The gang has already studied and decided that you will be the chairman."