Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 41 041 Courtesy first, then attack
"Although the temple has almost acquiesced to this result."

Yu Duanhun filled his teacup and sipped it slowly.

"But I don't want to."

"The lame rat is dead, and the scale scraper is dead too. All these mistakes are blamed on me."

"Killing you can put an end to the matter, but the fault will still be on my head."

"If things really end like this, I will never be able to climb up in my life."

“So I’m not willing to give up.”

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the teacup, and Feng Xiuhu clearly saw fine cracks appearing on the porcelain surface.

Feng Xiuhu understood that Yu Duanhun had made a serious mistake at work. Although the organization stepped in to solve the problem, Old Yu was punished and had no hope of promotion in the future.

So he continued, "Do I need to teach you this? If you're not willing to give in, go grab some good cigarettes and booze and go ask your boss for mercy. What does that have to do with me?"

Yu Duanhun smiled faintly: "It really is."

"If you want to erase your mistakes, you have to make amends."

He placed the teacup on the table, and the porcelain cup immediately broke into a pile of tiny pieces.

"You are more capable than both Lame Rat and Scale Scraper. Why don't you consider joining the Temple?"

Feng Xiuhu opened his mouth in surprise.

Yu Duanhun continued, "Don't rush to refuse. Listen to whether this makes sense."

"Now that Lame Rat and Scale Scraper are dead, it might seem like the Temple has lost its means of collecting taxes in Bottom City and the Harbor. But as long as you join the Temple, nothing will actually change. Bottom City and the Harbor still belong to the Temple, they'll just have a more capable tax collector—you."

"This is the amends I need."

Yu Duanhun paused briefly. "As for you, think about it carefully. The church wants you dead, but I want you to live. Do you have a choice?"

"The church gave you what I can give you. As long as you agree, the clothes of the celebrant will appear in your hands tomorrow morning."

Feng Xiuhu clapped his hands upon hearing this. "What a brilliant move! I'm going to follow the Temple. The Church has been busy for so long and gained nothing, not only did they lose the choir in Dicheng. Awesome! A world where only the Church is hurt has been achieved."

Yu Duanhun raised his eyebrows: "Are you agreeing?"

"No ah."

Feng Xiuhu said.

The two stared at each other.

Feng Xiuhu spoke first: "You made me a fence-sitter with just a few words, and you're so happy about it. But won't the church come after me and kill me? Then I'll be the first one to die."

Yu Duanhun explained, "Back then, you were a legitimate temple clerk. The church would have had to think twice before taking action against you—and I would have protected you."

Feng Xiuhu curled his lips and complained in his heart - this Yu guy is really good at bragging. If the temple is really so powerful, it would not have to talk to a small deacon like him for so long.

As if he saw the disdain on Feng Xiuhu's face, Yu Duanhun also lost his good expression.

"I've said it all. You're like a fish on the chopping block. It's up to you to decide whether or not to seize that ray of hope."

Yu Duanhun twirled his goat beard lightly, glancing at Feng Xiuhu. "The temple is different from the church. They come from the west and act barbarically, while the temple emphasizes courtesy before force."

"Now my 'gift' has arrived."

"The negotiations between the temple and the church haven't concluded yet. I'll be in Upper City tomorrow to observe them, so I'll give you a day to consider it. If you agree, come find me by this time tomorrow night."

"If you haven't come, then it's time for my soldiers to go find you."

……

Feng Xiuhu was asked to leave the temple.

It was the same official who escorted him outside the temple gate. Before leaving, the official said to him, "Mr. Feng, don't misunderstand what I'm saying. Until you think clearly, you and your people should not appear in the port area again. There is no place for foreign gods here."

Feng Xiuhu was thinking about something and didn't take it to heart, so he nodded perfunctorily.

He was considering whether Yu Duanhun's proposal was really feasible.

It must be said that Yu Duanhun spoke from the bottom of his heart, and it was indeed the truth.

If Feng Xiuhu was determined to follow the church to its bitter end, he would have to gather his brothers back tonight and prepare for a tough battle with Yu Duanhun tomorrow—it was hard to say how many would be willing to fight against the temple. But if he followed Yu Duanhun, would Yu Duanhun really be able to protect him when the church came to settle accounts with him?

While struggling, Feng Xiuhu had unknowingly walked back to the ferry.

It was already late at night, and only a few houses on the roadside still had lights on, making the ferry seem a little dim.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and intermittent crying sounds reached my ears.

Feng Xiuhu raised his head blankly. He couldn't see clearly in the night, but he could vaguely see many people at the street corner, and many people were crowded there.

Why don’t you go home to sleep so late? What are you watching?

Feng Xiuhu thought to himself and quickened his pace as he walked over.

As we got closer, the crying became clearer and the smell of blood became more pungent.

"Let me see what's going on!"

Feng Xiuhu shouted and squeezed into the crowd.

Hearing his voice, the crowd consciously made way.

After finally squeezing in, Feng Xiuhu finally saw clearly that the people surrounded by the crowd were his brothers.

At this time, the brothers huddled together, but none of them said a word, and they couldn't even lift their heads.

The tallest person in the crowd was Shunzi. Feng Xiuhu patted him and asked, "What's going on?"

Shunzi pursed his lips, shook his head and said nothing.

Suddenly, a roar came from the surrounding crowd: "Get out!"

Then more people shouted together: "Get out!"

"Harmful evil spirit!"

"Get out of the port area!"

"You lackeys of the Church! Get out of here!"

Feng Xiuhu was furious. Why did these people change their attitude so quickly?
He pointed at the crowd and cursed, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Shunzi covered Feng Xiuhu's mouth and whispered quickly in his ear: "Brother, you... look at their hands."

Feng Xiuhu looked down, and when he saw clearly, his eyelids twitched suddenly.

Among these people, a large number of them had their right hands severed at the wrist, and the severed parts had just happened, with the blood staining the gauze red.

Blindingly red.

Feng Xiuhu still remembered a few faces, who were the ones who took the booklet from him in the afternoon.

Shunzi's voice was a little hoarse, whether it was because he had deliberately lowered his voice or for some other reason, "After you left, people from the temple came. The clerk gathered everyone who had taken the book and chopped off one of their hands. They were not allowed to take it back and the severed hands were burned directly."

"The eunuch said... this is the consequence of being unfaithful to the Empress."

Feng Xiuhu was not sure whether it was the smell of blood that reached his head or the bright red color that dazzled his eyes, but he was a little dazed and didn't hear anything.

He is thinking.

I wonder whether this is a belated gift from Yu Duanhun or an early arrival of soldiers?

Later he realized that this was neither courtesy nor military force.

Yu Duanhun simply wanted to give these people a little punishment, and it had nothing to do with Feng Xiuhu.

He didn't even think Feng Xiuhu would have such thoughts.

Because he thought that Feng Xiuhu, who had become a deacon, was the same kind of person as him.

People who don't treat people as human beings.

PS: Some people don’t treat others as human beings. Feng Xiuhu can’t understand this logic, so dear readers, please call more people to help him think about it.

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