The Shadow of Great Britain
Chapter 443 - 443 247 The Cornered Beast Fights Back 4K4_3

443: Chapter 247: The Cornered Beast Fights Back (4K4)_3 443: Chapter 247: The Cornered Beast Fights Back (4K4)_3 But I must also emphasize that what you have heard may not all be reliable.

Although their business activities are ambiguously defined within legal boundaries, and we cannot directly deem such actions as violations, according to the “Vagrancy Act,” it is the police’s duty and obligation to control their soliciting and seduction of pedestrians.

Moreover, many of them are involved in more than just selling their bodies; there is a significant amount of robbery, theft, and violent assaults, even to the extent of killing their clients.

When we prosecute these ladies and their collaborators, most of the charges are based on these crimes.

This is why, as you understand, Scotland Yard has always had a very bad relationship with these ladies.”

Sitting on the windowsill, the Red Devil couldn’t help but burst into laughter after hearing this.

Swinging his tail, he asked, “Oh, my dear Arthur, don’t you feel embarrassed when you say this?

All of London, no, all of Britain, is there anyone who collaborates with these ladies more closely than you?

And I see that your relationship with them is quite good; at least you haven’t bribed them, nor have you demanded free services, have you?

You did pay them, a total of six hundred pounds!”

Arthur glanced at the sarcastic Red Devil and calmly smiled as he said, “So now, Mr.

Gladstone, is there anything else you would like to know?”

Gladstone had intended to seriously rebuke Scotland Yard today, but this young man who had just started his career had confused him with Scotland Yard’s detailed data and Arthur’s half-truths.

He paused for a moment and shook his head, “No, Mr.

Hastings, I think you’ve explained it very well.

Perhaps I will have questions in the future, but for now, I don’t have any.”

He stood up and prepared to leave; seeing him about to go, Newman also stood up.

But before they could leave, Newman turned back to look at Arthur, appearing hesitant, as if there was something difficult for him to say.

Arthur noticed his hesitation and softly asked, “Mr.

Newman, are you encountering any troubles?”

With his hand on the doorknob, Newman hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled, “Arthur, you spoke well.

It’s always delightful to hear such practical and logical reasoning.

It reminds me of the last time we met, the things you said to me.

You advised me to stop the anti-Robert Peel movement because it wasn’t benefiting the priests of Oxford.

At the time, I thought you were just protecting your guide, Robert Peel, but looking back now, maybe you were right.”

“The beliefs of the Whig Party are even more terrifying than those of the Tory Party, their disregard for faith is beyond anyone’s imagination.

They are rejecting God and the moral commitments agreed upon with God.

As you said, ordinary policemen don’t have much spare money to spend on prostitutes.

How many sins must flow from how many people to sustain this hellish breeding ground?

Arthur, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it with my sightless eyes, they, wanting to rise above God.”

As Newman finished speaking, he pushed the office door open and walked out with Gladstone, leaving a composed Arthur sitting behind his desk.

He rested a hand on his chin, squinting his eyes at the place where Newman had left, and murmured, “That doesn’t sound quite right, do the priests want to do something?”

Upon hearing this, Agares lightly twisted open the sugar jar on Arthur’s desk, picked up a sugar cube, and popped it into his mouth, “Even a trapped beast puts up a fight, let alone the servants of God.”