novellaaa Chapter 11 Fire
Chapter 11 Fire
For a moment, there was complete silence inside and outside the courtyard.
Fu Que straightened up, blood dripping from his fingers into the mud. He shook his fist, sheathed his waist knife, and turned to look at the courtyard wall.
"What the hell are you looking at? It's time to come down and clean up the mess."
Fu Que shouted irritably at the short-shirted gang members watching the show on the rooftop.
He didn't take action against these people because he saw that they generally didn't have many crimes, and they only bullied the weak and feared the strong, and only did some protection money-collecting business. To put it bluntly, they were just trying to make a living.
Of course, Da Zhao's way of making a living is different from his way of making a living in his previous life. Da Zhao is also willing to kill people when he is making a living.
Everyone is a villain.
The sins, like threads, gathered in Fu Que's palm, and were then transformed into ink clouds by the ability of the otherworldly painter and absorbed into his sea of consciousness.
You have gained 270 points of Sin and 15 points of Sketch Essence.
A total of sixteen Green Gang members died at Fu Que's hands. Adding the Li family leader he killed when he appeared, a total of seventeen people were killed.
Among them, the middle-aged man who practiced the Crane Cry Fist alone accounted for nearly half of the sins.
The man with the short sword was stunned for a moment, then quickly ordered his men to descend from the rooftop into the yard, and then clean up the mess.
Half an hour later, everything was packed up.
This courtyard is now useless. Fu Que turned it into a morgue by killing everyone inside and outside. Seeing the scene in the courtyard and the dozen or so men wielding short knives, no one dared to approach.
"Big Brother, we've collected them all; they're all here."
Master Qian placed a burlap sack in each hand in front of Fu Que.
"You can divide the rest among yourselves. Oh, right, the money can be divided as well. Remember to hand all these things over to that person on the black market tomorrow. If you dare to give less than one, you'll also be missing something."
"Understood, Lao Da."
Master Qian nodded.
Fu Que casually packed some silver coins into a bundle, along with two wooden boxes and a dark iron block, and then turned and left.
He had only taken two steps when he suddenly turned back.
"Hey, is there anything else, sir?"
Han Qian asked in surprise.
"Forget it, stop wasting time. Leave the corpses intact, pour all the refined iron and medicinal powder onto the long table, chop off the heads of the Li family leader and that middle-aged man, and stack them at the front of the long table."
Remember to tidy up their makeup. They need to be happy, to rest in peace with a smile, understand?
Fu Que recalled what he had seen along the way: rotting fragments, motionless figures in corners, wailing in the shadows, and a deep malice flashed in his eyes:
"They're in the afterlife with smiles on their faces, so tomorrow we can give the county magistrate a good thrashing in his ass."
"That's not a good idea."
Upon hearing this, Han Qian hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Que asked.
"We robbed their goods and killed their people. You could say they weren't skilled enough and deserved to be robbed. If they're not happy, they can bring their men to get it back."
Han Qian's organization explained the wording as follows:
"Killing the rich to help the poor is fine, but if we do as you say, Prisoner, that would put the conflict on the table. Once it goes through the authorities, things will become complicated."
"and then?"
Fu Que didn't take it to heart.
If the sky falls, there are always tall people to hold it up. Since Master Hu Liangyu hasn't told me to stop, there must still be a chance.
Who cares about this or that?
First, lay a heavy trap, accumulate as much sin as possible, activate all three pieces of the beginner scroll, and then go to the mountains to open the eyes of those man-eating monstrous monsters.
Still eating people?! Using Reality Vision to track down your tracks, lead your Tiger Riders and wipe out your entire clan!
"Blatantly stacking a mound of Jingguan (a type of ancient Chinese pyramid) is not only making the county magistrate furious, but it's also slapping him in the face, and even the county magistrate himself."
When the masters are humiliated, they get angry; when the masters get angry, someone dies—both those who deserve to die and those who don't.
Han Qian said tactfully, "You have a bright future ahead of you. There's no need to act impulsively out of a moment of anger and ruin your path in martial arts."
I know you disapprove of the shady dealings the Li family and the Green Gang are involved in, but if I may be frank, in Gaoyang County, even without the Li family and the Green Gang, the Zhang family and the Green Gang would have done it.
He paused for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "We robbed their goods, killed their people, and reduced their smuggling frequency. We've already done a service to the people. You've lived up to your Tiger Rider uniform."
A wise person avoids standing under a crumbling wall; it's too dangerous!
The gang members waiting to receive their share of the money were filled with awe. They had only ever followed Master Qian in his daily drinking and beatings, never expecting that Master Qian would have such insight.
"You've already finished all your studies, are you going to take the postgraduate entrance exam?!"
Fu Quexu looked at him intently.
Seriously, among the group members who are all basically uneducated about prenatal education, there's actually someone who's cultured.
"Although I don't understand what you mean, if I may be frank, apart from you, I am probably the most educated person in the gang right now."
Han Qian's smile was somewhat shy.
Before he joined a gang, he spent a few years in a private school, but left after the teacher passed away.
It was precisely because of these years of experience that Han Qian was able to gain a certain status in the gang despite his not-so-high skill level. As for why he later joined the gang, that was another bitter experience.
"Stop talking nonsense. He doesn't make me happy, so I won't let him celebrate the New Year. Just do as I say."
Fu Que's expression was cold and hard.
Based on the intelligence at hand and the information passively received from the information explosion in his previous life, Fu Que could roughly guess the current county magistrate and the Dragon Knights' mentality.
Even the laziness within the Tiger Cavalry might have been influenced by the former, but knowing this was one thing, he still found it hard to accept.
Fu Que was powerless to do anything else, nor did he have the brains or the will, but he could still vent his anger and make the magistrate and the imperial guards rage.
"Yes."
Han Qian felt somewhat helpless.
Fu Que patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.
......
The next day.
Gaoyang County, outside the county, river wharf, fish processing workshop, 5:45 AM.
Outside a secluded courtyard, the scattered crowd had been dispersed. Several constables stood guard at the gate, occasionally glancing up into the courtyard, sighing, and then whispering among themselves.
The only figure that remained motionless, leaning against the doorway, did not move an inch from beginning to end.
The black military uniform draped over her shoulders swayed slightly in the wind, and her eyes, hidden beneath a conical hat, obscured her expression.
His physique, which stood out even among ordinary men, was exceptionally striking, yet the sharp aura emanating from him made people afraid to look at him for long.
"Sorry, Sister Jing, I'm late."
A thin young man showed his token to the constable, then stepped into the temporary cordon and walked towards the people at the door.
"Hmm, come and see if you've found anything."
Zhou Jing nodded slightly, her tone revealing nothing.
"Yes."
The thin young man nodded subconsciously, but as soon as his gaze fell on the most conspicuous long table in the courtyard, his expression suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help but say:
"Wow, isn't this Master He from the Green Gang? He looks so much worse these past few days. Did they chop off his head and offer it as a sacrifice?"
"You can save the jokes for later."
Zhou Jing looked at him expressionlessly.