Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 11 Statements and Principles

Feng Xiuhu said expressionlessly, "Then you can only follow my advice."

He Da Ge squinted at him and said, "What good shit can you come up with?"

Bang!
Without any warning, Feng Xiuhu suddenly attacked and kicked He Dage in the crotch. He Dage screamed "Ah" and jumped two meters high, covering his lower body.

At the critical moment, Feng Xiuhu grabbed He Dage's hair, pulled it down, and kneed his hand at the same time.

Bang!
There was another solid muffled sound, and He Da Ge fell backwards in a parabolic trajectory with two lines of blood hanging from his body.

Feng Xiuhu remained calm, picked up the stool and continued to move forward.

Everything happened so suddenly that only then did both sides finally react.

Big Ears, who was closest to him, was furious and stretched out his arms to press towards Feng Xiuhu. Feng Xiuhu twisted his waist and swung his arms in one go, and the stool in his hand smashed into Big Ears' face with a loud crash.

Hit head-on, Big Ears, with a stubble on his face, staggered back a step. Just as he was about to steady himself, Shunzi roared and pounced on him, and the two heavyweights rolled into a ball again.

Feng Xiuhu came to He Da'er holding a stool leg in one hand. He Da'er rolled backwards nimbly and stood up while covering his nose.

He stared at Feng Xiuhu fiercely and was about to speak, but Feng Xiuhu didn't give him a chance to open his mouth. He raised the leg of a stool and smashed it on his head.

He hit with his right hand, then with his left hand, one after another, and knocked He Dage, who had just stood up, back to the ground.

Blood was pouring from He Da's head. He realized that Feng Xiuhu really wanted to beat him to death. He panicked and held his head and shouted, "Feng Shoumao! What the hell is wrong with you!"

Feng Xiuhu turned a deaf ear to him. Seeing that He Dage still had the strength to shout, he increased the force of his men.

He Da Ge started to get scared: "Feng Xiaohu, stop hitting me! Stop! I give in! I give in——"

While he was talking, Feng Xiuhu seized the opportunity and hit He Dage hard on the mouth with a stick, knocking out several of his teeth.

Big He covered his face and started crying: "Brother Tiger! Lord Tiger! I'm really convinced! Stop it now! Just do as you say. Can't we talk about reason?"

Feng Xiuhu swung his staff even faster when he heard this: "I'm just saying this! Staff techniques are also methods! Physics is also principles!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was filled with grief and sorrow.

The battle here was so bloody and brutal that the younger brothers who were fighting around stopped unconsciously and watched Feng Xiuhu ravaging He Dage helplessly.

He Da Ge's groaning and howling were no longer as strong as before, and his face was covered in blood and flesh, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable - he felt like his brains were bursting out.

Feng Xiuhu was a little tired, so he stopped to take a break.

He looked around and pointed at a man at the back of the crowd: "That thin guy, come here."

The thin man wanted to hide behind someone, but the big-headed man quickly grabbed him and dragged him in front of Feng Xiuhu.

The thin man was already scared. When he got closer and saw the miserable condition of He Da Ge, he was so scared that his legs went weak and he fell to his knees, shaking all over.

Feng Xiuhu used the bloodstained leg of a stool to prop up the thin man's chin, causing him to look up at her. "Tell me, why are you following me?"

The thin man trembled even more violently, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at the big man He.

Feng Xiuhu also looked over, and He Dage pretended to be dead and didn't say a word.

Feng Xiuhu grinned and inserted the broken end of the stool leg into He Dage's eye socket.

He Dage screamed in pain, his whole body tensed up and he tried to struggle and roll over, but Feng Xiuhu stepped on his chest tightly.

"Master Priest! It's Master Priest!" He Da Ge cried and shouted, "He told me to keep an eye on you! To see if you are secretly colluding with the temple!"

Feng Xiuhu pulled out the broken stubble, bent down, and asked, "I just don't understand. Why does Luo Mengzhang insist that I have something to do with the temple? I don't even know which way the temple gate faces. Isn't this unfair?"

He Da Ge lost all his courage and confessed: "Because you are not dead! The blood used to draw the magic circle is yours, but you can't use it. The priest thinks you must have colluded with the temple, otherwise you shouldn't have discovered that he wanted to harm you-"

Feng Xiuhu was stunned for a moment - he didn't expect that it was actually his blood.

"Is it my blood? How could I not know?"

Feng Xiuhu asked, "When did he bleed me?"

He Dage felt a little guilty and stammered, unable to explain why.

Feng Xiuhu didn't tolerate him and stuck the broken stubble into his other eye.

He Da Ge was completely blinded now. He could only hear Feng Xiu Hu's voice: "Speak now. I'll give you a quick death."

Reason told him that Feng Xiuhu didn't dare to really kill anyone, but He Dage was still scared to the point of peeing his pants.

He Da'er's voice trembled: "Yes, I did it..."

"The priest gave me a magical instrument, a small knife. The wound caused by the blade will not heal, but if you scrape it with the back of the knife, the wound will disappear immediately without even a scar."

"That night, I bribed the Rat Tail Gang's oarsman to send Miao Gensheng away. Then, I went up and filled your room with smoke. While you and Shunzi were asleep, I took blood from the palm of your left hand."

Feng Xiuhu spread out his palm and looked. You won’t believe it, there really was no trace at all.

He Da'er's voice suddenly rose: "Feng Xiaohu—I really didn't mean to hurt you! It was the priest who told me to do it!"

Feng Xiuhu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll settle his account with him."

Blood and tears flowed down, and He Da'er's voice could no longer be distinguished from moans or sobs. "We are all lowly people who crawled out of the bottom city. Why make such a fuss? Forget two streets, even if you want all four streets, how can I not give it to you if you ask nicely?"

Feng Xiuhu also felt very sorry. As he groped He Da Ge all over, he said, "If I had known you were such a reasonable person, I wouldn't have wasted my energy."

"It's all right now. We're all brothers—what are you looking for?"

He Dage felt something was wrong, but he couldn't see it.

Feng Xiuhu touched it and pulled something out from the belt around He Dage's waist.

This is a small knife shaped like a scalpel, but slightly longer and wider than a scalpel, making it more suitable for holding with five fingers.

He Da Ge was anxious in his heart, but he was very generous: "Okay, I'll give you this magic weapon as a gift. We are family and we don't have to talk behind each other's backs. If you want something, just ask. I, He Da Ge, will never refuse to give it to you."

Feng Xiuhu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I'm relieved to see you're so generous. With you as my brother, why should I be polite? Let me ask you for one last thing."

He Da Ge forced a smile and said, "Brother, just take it."

puff.

The cold blade pierced his throat, and Feng Xiuhu twisted the handle of the knife back and forth.

A big head rolled twice on the ground and then stopped moving.

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