Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 141 Chapter 140 Father Feng, great!
Mike covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Mao Hetao's face flushed red, and after a moment he shouted, "The priest said I'm pregnant, so I am pregnant!"

Since he said so, Feng Xiuhu didn't want to delve into other people's privacy any further.

"Then you just stand there."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand and handed over a letter.

Mao Hetao took the letter and read it while Feng Xiuhu gave him instructions.

"You don't have to worry about the Lower Town anymore. The factory area and the port area are close together. From now on, the work in the port area will be left to you."

Mao Hetao hadn't finished reading when he heard this. He quickly knelt down and said in panic, "Father, if you want my life, just say it. Why push me into the fire pit of the port area?"

"What's a fire pit?"

Feng Xiuhu glared at him. "These four streets in the port area are our church's territory. I've waded through them several times, and I'm still sitting here."

Mao Hetao's lips trembled. He thought to himself, "How can I be like you? If you want to touch the temple, you have to think carefully. But if you want to touch me, I can kill you without hesitation."

He wanted to refute, but he didn't have the courage to speak.

Feng Xiuhu also knew that this matter was a bit embarrassing for Mao Hetao, so he advised: "You have quite a few people in the Wrench Gang under your command, are they all just living off the land? Call all the brothers over, and you'll have more people on your side, and you'll feel more confident. As long as you don't leave those four streets, no one can find fault with you."

Mao Hetao held up the letter in his hand: "Then this letter is..."

Feng Xiuhu interrupted: "This is not a letter, it is Ni Shicai's death warrant."

"I wrote with reason and evidence. Ni Shicai colluded with Lu Hongxi to murder the church priest—that is, me. You are the choirmaster, and he is the temple tax collector. Neither of us is inferior to the other. As a devout believer in the God of Mist and my most loyal subordinate, shouldn't you vent this anger for me and the church?"

Mao Hetao's hand trembled and the letter fell to the ground.

He looked at Mike, who looked at him expressionlessly. He then looked outside the door, which was closed.

Mao Hetao lowered his head to pick up the letter, swallowed his saliva, and lowered his voice: "Father, let me say something unpleasant... If you intend to let me take this letter, then just go and kill Ni Shicai. This method is a bit ugly."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "Who said I wanted you to kill him? I just wanted you to use my name to teach Ni Shicai a lesson. A fair fight to show the church's reputation and weaken the temple's prestige—mostly to let the people on the street see whether the Goddess of Wind and Rain will protect her tax collector."

Mao Hetao was skeptical. Although what Feng Xiuhu said made sense, if he thought about it carefully, he would realize that it was completely meaningless.

"Just beat him up?"

Mao Hetao looked at Feng Xiuhu's expression, trying to see what he was really thinking.

Feng Xiuhu laughed and asked, "What else? If I really asked you to kill him, even if you had the guts, you wouldn't be able to take the blame."

Mao Hetao nodded silently: "That's true."

Feng Xiuhu added, "And as long as I don't show up, this is the business of the squad leader and the tax collector, and the temple monks will naturally not interfere, so you can just go ahead and do it."

Mao Hetao finally agreed and prepared to leave holding the letter.

Feng Xiuhu shouted from behind, "Remember, do it in a big way. The more people who see it, the better."

After Mao Hetao left, Feng Xiuhu and Mike were finally able to talk in bed. Feng Xiuhu took out his revolver and wiped the dust off the barrel with his sleeve.

Mike gave him a thumbs up: "Mr. Feng, that's great."

"Mao Hetao openly challenged the man to a fight, while you secretly fired the gun. Once Ni Shicai died, the people only knew that Mao Hetao was working for you, so you naturally discredited the church. If the temple investigated, they would have no evidence, and you easily cleared yourself from the murder case. It was a clean move."

"There are higher ones."

Feng Xiuhu snorted. "Few people saw Shunzi the day he was shot. I had the Mazi brothers spread the word that the gunman shot Shunzi and then fled. Now no one knows that the gun is in my hands."

"When I kill Ni Shicai, the bullet in his head will be exactly the same as the one Shunzi was hit with."

Mike's eyes lit up. "You're right, Gao. You're worried that the church won't be able to investigate the case soon, so you're dragging the temple into this. Ni Shicai's death is just a way to smear the mastermind behind the gunman."

Feng Xiuhu sneered, "I'm not worried that the church won't be able to investigate the case. I'm worried that someone will confuse the public and deliberately divert the case elsewhere."

Mike's expression became serious. He glanced outside the door warily and asked in a low voice, "Do you suspect it was done by one of your family members?"

Feng Xiuhu said expressionlessly, "I didn't say I was from the church."

Mike remained calm and said, "I didn't say my family is the church."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

……

Eastern gods value immortality, while Western gods value rule.

This is also reflected in temples and churches.

In terms of the importance attached to religious affairs, temples are far less important than churches. The higher the realm of temple monks, the more focused they are on their own practice. Therefore, even temples of the same specifications as churches usually only have one high priest in charge, because the high-ranking monks and others do not want to be disturbed by more mundane affairs.

This is also the reason why the Gangkou District Temple has had two different heads, but both were chief priests.

After Chu Shan Gu was executed internally, Gao Gong Xi Wu Sheng was supposed to send a subordinate chief priest to take over, but he was stopped by the great Gao Gong Ma Binghe, who ordered Xi Wu Sheng to take over the temple himself.

Xi Wusheng knew this was illogical, so he tested Ma Binghe's intentions. "Is it related to the Mad Bug? The four streets in the port area are completely useless to the church. The Mad Bug must have some follow-up actions. I'll just wait for him to run into my blade, and then I'll take his life."

Ma Binghe revealed, "It's definitely related to the Mad Bug, but I'm not asking you to touch him. When he gets mad, he's reckless. Elder Bu has discussed with the temple master, hoping to use him to smooth things over and make the Anti-Cult Church suffer the consequences. I won't go into the details, you know the answer."

"I order you to stay in the temple to observe the movements of the mad insect and report them promptly. Secondly, it is to ensure the safety of the disciples. Do not act impulsively and ruin the temple's important affairs."

Xi Wusheng tasted a little of the flavor. To be on the safe side, he needed to ask more clearly: "The disciples in the temple are still very angry. If we suppress them blindly, the crazy tiger will think that the temple is cowardly and act even more recklessly. What should we do then?"

Ma Binghe shook his head and said, "It's not a bad thing to suppress your anger. Once you suppress it hard and completely, it will burn even more vigorously when you release it."

It wasn't just the disciples in the temple who were angry. Xi Wusheng was also quite angry after witnessing his colleague die under Feng Xiuhu's axe that night.

Hearing Ma Binghe say this, Xi Wusheng's face turned unhappy. "May I ask, Great Master, this fire must be released eventually, but when it is released, will it burn the mad insect?"

Ma Binghe lowered his eyes and looked at him. After a long silence, he said, "You can't ask me about this. If you want to know the answer, you should ask the queen."

(End of this chapter)