Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 166 165 Professional Players
Seeing Feng Xiuhu deep in thought, Song Cuiting seemed to see hope and hurriedly shouted, "That's right, you have no right to punish me! I want to see the mayor!"

Feng Xiuhu raised his head and whispered to Granshaw, "How about I just kill her and put an end to it. Then we can say we sent her back home. After a few days, she'll be dead and there won't be any evidence against her, so the government won't be able to take her back."

The sound was neither loud nor soft, but just loud enough for Song Cuiting to hear.

Feng Xiuhu added, "Everyone here is from our church. We'll tell everyone to keep their mouths shut. I'm good at this kind of thing. I'll do it cleanly and make sure the government can't find any evidence."

Song Cuiting's pretty face turned pale.

Her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

"Hey, why are you sitting down?"

Feng Xiuhu picked her up again and said, "Don't worry. We'll have plenty of time to rest after I bury you."

Song Cuiting cried out "Wow" and clutched Feng Xiuhu's sleeves with both hands: "I don't want to die yet!"

Feng Xiuhu glared at him. "What do you mean by life or death? I warned you not to say anything nonsense. I clearly let you go home."

When Song Cuiting heard this, she cried even louder: "I don't want to go home——"

Feng Xiuhu expressed her confusion: "If you don't want to go home, why do you insist on me letting you go?"

Song Cuiting howled and yelled, "Woo-wah! If you won't let me go, then don't! Can't I just stay in the port area for the rest of my life?"

"also."

Feng Xiuhu took Song Cuiting by the hand and personally escorted her to the passageway: "Then go back and tell the mayor that this road is blocked. If he wants to go home, he can either grow wings and fly back by himself, or wait until we finish fighting the temple."

By the time Song Cuiting reacted, she had already reached the bottom of the slope and was standing next to the car.

The car window rolled down a crack, and a voice came from inside: "Why are you still crying? How did the talk go?"

Song Cuiting was still frightened. She felt both fearful and aggrieved. She sobbed and said, "Mr. Mayor, you have to make the decision for me."

A lit cigarette protruded from the gap, and the fingertips flicked it, and the ash fell to the ground.

The mayor's dissatisfied voice came from inside the car: "Xiao Song, what are you daydreaming about?"

Song Cuiting finally reacted and quickly stretched out her hands to catch the cigarette.

The mayor snapped his fingers again, and the ash fell into Song Cuiying's hand.

He said slowly, "All government affairs are important, and we must always maintain our focus. The President's decree clearly states that environmental issues are of paramount importance. As mayor, I must lead by example—so make sure not to drop cigarette ash on the ground."

"I remember."

Song Cuiting lowered her head and responded.

The mayor nodded in satisfaction. "Go on, tell me what the church said."

Song Cuiting took a deep breath. "They are very tough and are determined not to let me go. Not only did they threaten me, but they also showed no respect for the government office or the mayor."

The mayor was silent for a few seconds: "Who did you talk to?"

Song Cuiting replied, "At first, there was a priest named Granshaw, and then suddenly another person appeared. He was not a foreigner. If nothing unexpected happened, he should be the crazy tiger."

The shadowy figure in the car window frowned and sighed, "I really don't understand what the church is thinking. Why would they send someone like this to command the battle... Well, go get the police and officials, and I'll go talk to them in person."

"understood."

Song Cuiting respectfully took the cigarette butt from the mayor, then took out a handkerchief to extinguish it and wrapped it up, then turned and walked towards the crowd behind her.

……

Can the mayor give Feng Xiuhu face?

That certainly can't be the case.

Feng Xiuhu knew this, so he didn't leave, but sat behind the roadblock and waited.

He was reasoning with Mike: "If this had happened a few days later, would the mayor have given me face? He would have politely said to me, 'Master Feng, do whatever you want. I'll wait in the government office. When Master Feng has done his thing, there's no rush for me to go home.'"

Mike looked at the badge on Feng Xiuhu's chest with envy. "It's a pity the mayor doesn't know you're a direct student of Elder Vadela. This just happened today, so it'll take a few days for the news to spread."

"It's better if he doesn't know."

Feng Xiuhu took off the brooch and put it in his pocket: "I don't know why he's angry, and when he's angry he puts pressure on the temple."

"The government office is not on the same side as us. The mayor can't speak in front of the church, but he can speak to the temple."

"If he gets a little angry, he'll send the police to join the temple in attacking us. I respect his courage, but I'm afraid he'll swallow his anger and go back to the government office to hide away, blind, deaf, and dumb."

As he was speaking, Guard Morgan, with his arm in a sling, suddenly ran up and said, "Hurry up, the mayor is here in person."

Feng Xiuhu patted his butt, stood up, turned around and looked back.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark brown dress and with shiny hair walking along the slope under the protection of a group of people.

They stopped more than ten meters away from the roadblock.

Next to the mayor, a slightly younger, bespectacled, refined man called out, "Who is Father Feng Xiuhu? Come out and speak!"

Feng Xiuhu turned to Mike and asked, "Is he the mayor?"

Mike reminded quietly: "No, the person shouting is the new director of the Planning Department, Shen Yanzhi."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly smiled and said, "So he's the upstart around the mayor. No wonder he's so active."

Then he turned and shouted outside, "You're the mayor, so why are you so eager to speak? Tell the mayor to come out and speak!"

Feng Xiuhu is not blind, of course he knows that the person standing in the center is the mayor. He does this purely to disgust people.

The mayor looked a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, Father Feng Xiuhu, I know the current situation is rather special, but you have to consider the overall situation and the long-term perspective. What you are opening is not a passage for officials to return home, but the door to the future development of the entire Fancheng..."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned. He didn't expect that he would meet a professional player.

"you shut up!"

Feng Xiuhu interrupted urgently: "If you keep saying that, I'll get stressed!"

Mike said quickly and quietly: "He is the mayor, Yan Qingtian."

Being interrupted was not an uncommon occurrence for the mayor, and he couldn't help but frown.

"Father Feng Xiuhu, I heard that you were also a native of Fancheng. As a member of Fancheng, it is natural that you should shoulder the corresponding responsibilities for our homeland. However, judging by your current behavior, I don't see your sense of responsibility at all. I hope you can actively correct yourself. In this regard, I have three suggestions and two points to note..."

Feng Xiuhu snatched the crossbow from the hand of the Divine Guard next to him and laughed loudly: "I fucking asked you to carry it--"

call out--

The crossbow arrow shot out.

"what--!"

Yan Qingtian was halfway through his words when he heard a scream and Shen Yanzhi fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

The remaining words came to an abrupt end, Yan Qingtian bent down and slipped behind the crowd.

PS: Fortunately, Feng Xiuhu doesn’t follow the rules.

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