When Wesley finished the phone call, the police had begun to do it, but what they need most now is a large number of ambulances. There are dozens of thugs on the ground, all seriously injured. It is impossible for the police to catch them all, because they are all broken.

The arrival of the police made the melon eaters rely on them. They immediately stopped eating melons, but surrounded them and began to denounce the speed of the police. This is a private middle school. The students who come here have at least middle-class family conditions, otherwise it is difficult to bear the high tuition fees.

"How can your police be so slow? Not to mention that the school has called the police, but we also called the police. Why did you arrive half an hour later and where did our taxpayer's money go?" a middle-aged woman wearing a famous brand pointed to the sheriff who led the team and began watering (spitting).

It was the 56th branch of the New York police department that sent the police this time. The tension of the team leader was also very depressed. It was not that they didn't want to come quickly, but someone said hello and told them to slow down. What can he do? But it must be him who carries the pot. This is the rule. I hope we don't hit the iron plate today. This school is a private school. Maybe we will meet a particularly rich person and Sue ourselves.

Some people take the lead to start watering, so the people who put down melons are naturally unwilling to lag behind others, especially in front of children, how to show their sense of existence. So the police surrounded the moaning thugs, while the melon eaters surrounded the sheriff. A heated debate was held at the gate of the private middle school.

Children should be educated from an early age. Now some people begin to carry out elite education for their children, "See? Those gangs don't pay attention to them. It's not worth the loss. As successful people, we should aim at the police. We should know that we are taxpayers. We have the right to supervise whether the tax we pay is reasonable. Now the police arrive for half an hour, which obviously doesn't pay attention to us. Now we must exercise the rights of taxpayers "Then he immediately entered the ranks of sprinkling water.

Wesley tidied up his clothes and sat in the car, but he didn't leave. Instead, he sat in the car and talked to Mindy.

"How about school today?" Wesley asked.

Mindy's excitement has passed. Now she sits dignified on the co pilot, "it's very good. The students and teachers seem to like me very much!"

Wesley nodded. Xiaomingdi was very cute and dressed pink. Everyone would like her. "That's good. Get along well with your classmates and make more friends. You can take some friends home to play. You can also participate in any activities. Which school activities are ready to participate in?"

"Hmm? I don't know. I haven't thought about it yet. I wanted to join the boxing club, but there were all boys there. I'd better think about it again." Mindy's choice didn't surprise Wesley, but he didn't want his sister to stay with muscle men all day. Was he a sister control?

"Think about what you can't do. Maybe you can participate in activities such as flower arrangement. After all, Carlos has a flower shop, isn't it? It's also good to cultivate some other interests and hobbies. You can go home and practice if you train. The house next door has training venues and equipment."

"Then can you teach me?" Mindy was excited again.

"Of course, as long as I don't go out, I can teach you. I don't object to you learning these. Girls are strong and good. They can keep their figure. Our little Mindy will be a big beauty when she grows up." In the original universe, Kolo grace Moritz was fat and couldn't bear to look straight. He was not tall. Although he still had a beautiful face, he couldn't see his figure at all. His fat neck was gone, and his sister could never be like that.

"Dong Dong Dong" someone knocked on the window. Wesley turned his head. The sheriff didn't know when he got rid of the siege of the crowd and opened the window. Wesley asked, "what's the matter?"

The sheriff's uniform seemed a little wet. "Sir, we need you to go to the police station with us to take a note."

"It's no problem, but I won't say anything until my lawyer arrives," Wesley said directly.

"Of course, this is your right." the sheriff said reluctantly. The rich people are bad at this. They often find lawyers. Moreover, they are so slow to go to the police this time, and the lawyers will not miss the opportunity to make money. "You can inform the lawyers to go directly to the 56 branch."

"Oh, they're coming from California. Can I take my sister home now? She's only 11 years old and can't testify in court. There's no need to take notes."

Wesley's words stunned the sheriff. He came from California? What does that mean? Don't you have a lawyer in New York? "Don't you have a lawyer in New York?" the sheriff asked again.

"There should be. I'm not very clear about this. My lawyer group was just established. I don't know how they are developing. Wait for me to ask." Wesley took out the phone, but the sheriff was stupid. The lawyer group?

A lawyer is not terrible, nor is a barrister. What is terrible is that a lawyer group can brainstorm everywhere. Even some experienced barristers may not be able to cover everything, but a lawyer group can. They will solve all parts of a thing and discuss it with you little by little and very carefully.

"Philip, now I'm going to the police station to take a statement. Don't you know if there are lawyers in New York?" Wesley asked.

"Of course, with the boss, your home is in New York. Why didn't I prepare? There are three lawyers stationed in our newly established office in New York. They have gone to branch 56 to wait. Your area is under the jurisdiction of branch 56."

"Yes, you did a good job. I look after you and hurry up." Wesley put down the phone and said, "you can go now. I'll tell my family to pick up my sister. You can lead the way ahead. I don't know the location of branch 56."

"Yes, sir." the sheriff hurriedly arranged two police cars to escort Wesley. Then he took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat. He hadn't wiped so much water just now. He had the style of spitting on his face, but now he was afraid. A lawyer group was killing him fiercely.

Nothing happened all the way. Wesley drove a sports car to the 56th branch. There were not only lawyers waiting for him, but also Carlos. Hannah was looking at the florist, and Carlos didn't tell Hannah what had happened. He knew his son and wouldn't suffer.

"How's it going? Nothing?" asked Carlos.

"No, it's just a small matter. Just go back with Mindy and yourself. I'll be here soon, and Philip will come to New York with the lawyer."