Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 12 Is it effective?
As soon as the fight started, the audience in the audience ran away and stood in the distance to watch the excitement.

Until they saw the head rolling on the ground, the crowd that was originally talking fell silent.

Not only them, but also the people fighting on both sides did not expect that Feng Xiuhu would actually kill someone, and they did not expect that the killing would be so sudden.

Feng Xiuhu stood up and walked over to Big Ear, who was standing there in a daze. He patted Big Ear on the shoulder and said, "My condolences. From now on, all the offerings from the four streets will be handed over to me. You must not slack off on your work."

Big Ears was stiff and motionless.

Feng Xiuhu looked up at him and asked, "You don't have any objections, do you?"

Big Ears shook his head wildly, and the two ears that were pulled bigger by He Da Ge swayed back and forth.

Feng Xiuhu was satisfied: "Keep working hard."

Shunzi took a half step forward, observing Feng Xiuhu's expression, and said cautiously, "Brother..."

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him, then at the stiffly standing crowd around him, and said in an unhappy tone, "Don't just stand there. Can't you see you've messed up other people's places? Why don't you help clean it up?"

So everyone started moving again. The two gangs who had just been fighting helped each other, one holding the table and the other passing the benches, and soon they had put the seats in order again.

Feng Xiuhu looked at Shunzi again and said, "Don't be idle either. Wrap up He Da's head and let's go give a gift to Luo Mengzhang."

……

Leaving two gangs of brothers to clean up the mess, Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi came to the roadside again.

The driver sat on the curb and looked up at Feng Xiuhu: "Are you going or not?"

"Let's go! Whoever doesn't leave is a grandson!"

Feng Xiuhu jumped onto the car seat first, and Shunzi sneaked in with a cloth bag in his arms.

"Or is it a divine bath?"

The driver asked.

Feng Xiuhu replied, "I have some important business today, so I'll go to church first."

The driver asked again, "Which church?"

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "How rare! Which other church could it be? The Church of the Mist."

The driver also laughed: "How rare! Who doesn't know that the Church of the Mist has more than one church?"

Feng Xiuhu was confused: "The Church of the Mist has many churches?"

The driver was also confused: "Are you a local? There's a cathedral in the factory district, a cathedral in the upper city, and there's also a cathedral in Sails City next to the Duke's palace. Which one are you going to?"

Feng Xiuhu was indeed ignorant. He nodded and said, "Let's go to the factory area."

The driver glanced at Shunzi again and said, "Let's make it clear first, the price will still be calculated based on three people."

Feng Xiuhu thought it made sense. In a sense, there were indeed three people in the car.

The driver walked quickly, ringing the bell and shouting all the way, and soon he brought the two of them to the church gate.

Following yesterday's route, we walked along the path and arrived at the small fence again.

Feng Xiuhu took the cloth bag from Shunzi's arms, and when he looked up, he found that Shunzi's face was pale.

Shunzi was almost unable to speak clearly: "Brother, when you go in, remember to talk to the priest properly. Don't be impulsive."

Feng Xiuhu agreed: "I have to have a good talk with him."

Shunzi said with a sad face: "Brother, don't dare to get sick in front of the priest. The priest has many magical methods. It's easier to deal with us than to step on a mouse."

As if no one has said it.

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and realized that he really didn't have it.

So he nodded and said, "Wait for me here. I'll go and broaden my horizons."

Carrying a cloth bag, Feng Xiuhu walked through the path and came to the wooden door.

This time, no one opened the door for him. Feng Xiuhu pushed it gently, and it flew open. There was someone guarding the door, the same butler from that day.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly barged in, startling him: "Why are you walking so quietly?"

Feng Xiuhu said with a stern face: "Did you desert your post?"

The deacon was a little unhappy. He had disliked Feng Xiuhu last time. "Who allowed you to come in?"

Feng Xiuhu picked up the cloth bag and said, "I'm here to give a gift to Luo Mengzhang."

The cloth bag was brought closer. After such a long time, blood had already seeped out, and a pungent fishy smell hit his face. The deacon quickly took two steps back: "Take it away, take it away, what is this?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Feng Xiuhu nodded at him, "Lead the way."

"Hey!" The deacon couldn't stand it anymore. The rat from the gutter was about to ride on his head!

The deacon rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward: "You really think you are such a big shot..."

Feng Xiuhu flipped his wrist, and the knife in his sleeve slid into his palm.

Swish!
With a flash of the knife, the deacon's throat was cut deeply.

Unspeakable fear flashed in the deacon's eyes. He subconsciously covered his throat, and air leaked out from the wound.

Blood gushed out, and Feng Xiuhu moved half a step to the side, just enough to avoid it.

The deacon reached out to grab Feng Xiuhu, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Feng Xiuhu quickly took the back of the knife and scraped across his wound. Wherever the knife passed, the skin became as smooth as new.

Feng Xiuhu hugged him and patted his head to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, I'll just test whether this thing works or not."

After releasing his hand, the deacon's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He fumbled around his throat with both hands. The wound seemed to have never appeared, but the shocking bloodstains on his hands reminded him of what had just happened.

Feng Xiuhu helped him up: "The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. If you feel that we are not familiar enough, let's do it again."

The deacon hurriedly stepped back. Feng Xiuhu stood two steps away and smiled at him: "It looks like it's cooked."

The deacon lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye, and whispered, "The priest is in the study..."

The voice became so low that it could not be heard before he finished speaking. Seeing Feng Xiuhu approaching, the deacon hurried forward to lead the way.

Feng Xiuhu's voice came from behind: "Don't be embarrassed, I will come often in the future and look for you if I need anything."

The deacon didn't dare look back, but walked faster and faster, and soon he arrived at the door of the study.

Feng Xiuhu was really rude. He kicked the door open and walked in: "Luo Meng Zhang, look who's here?"

This momentum shocked Luo Meng Zhang so much that he suddenly raised his head from the desk.

Seeing that it was Feng Xiuhu, his expression changed from surprise to anger: "Who let you in?"

Feng Xiuhu skillfully moved a chair from the bookshelf and swept all the objects on the desk away with a sweep of his arm.

Feng Xiuhu picked up the cloth bag and placed it in the middle of the table.

"He Da Ge asked me to bring a message for him."

The cloth bag was opened, and a big head stood on the table, with blurred eyes and two bloody holes staring straight at Luo Mengzhang.

Feng Xiuhu sat down, holding his chin with one hand as he examined Luo Mengzhang's expression. "He said that all four streets will belong to me from now on. I want to ask what you think."

Luo Mengzhang was silent for a moment, his gaze dropping from He Da's head to Feng Xiuhu's face. "It seems I don't understand the people at the bottom well enough. Just this little bit of profit is enough to drive you to kill each other. Young man, you are more vicious than I thought."

Feng Xiuhu felt offended. He pointed at Luo Mengzhang and said, "You are slandering me. It was clearly he who started it first."

Luo Mengzhang sneered, obviously not believing Feng Xiuhu's nonsense.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly lost his confidence - he just remembered that he was the one who started the fight first.

Feng Xiuhu's silence reassured Luo Mengzhang of his own judgment. "It doesn't matter. The fact that you've made it this far proves you're more capable than He Da Ge. The street can be yours."

(End of this chapter)