That Banshee-Like Wife of Yours Is Raised Quite Well!

Then Rain took Evan to board the streetcar, and about twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of a towering building.

This was a typical municipal building, its exterior walls built from rough gray granite, with several majestic Roman pillars above the main entrance.

The windows were tall and narrow, exuding a cold and rigid sense of order.

The stone carvings under the eaves were somewhat mottled by time and soot, and police officers in dark blue uniforms bustled in and out of the entrance from time to time, while several black police carriages came and went.

The visible Police Department was also quite busy, and the layout was much like the one in Bolton City.

The two walked in from a side entrance on the side, and it was still a front hall with a similar layout.

As soon as Rain walked in here, he heard an impatient voice coming from inside: "Get the hell out of here, scum, there are no odd jobs for you here!"

Hearing this, Rain wore a somewhat awkward expression.

Evan turned his head to look. Leaning against a window, a young man in his thirties was smoking comfortably.

He wore a decent police uniform, with a slender face, a hooked nose, high brow bones matching sunken eye sockets, giving him a naturally sharp and mean look.

On that long face, the way he looked at Rain was full of disdain and contempt.

Looking at the positions and atmosphere of the two, Evan immediately recalled why Richard had been so hostile to the people from the authorities before.

If not for himself, Gray, Allen, and Vic would probably have treated Richard and the others with this exact attitude.

Although quite awkward, Rain still explained: "Sorry, Officer Pick, I'm not here looking for work."

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