Black Book

Chapter 133 Damn, you know the law quite well!

"Ah? I wasn't, I didn't, I was acting in self-defense!"

"........."

Seeing Feng Zhaobai's inexplicable silence, Zhu Haomiao hurriedly explained.

"Brother Feng, seriously, I was surrounded by dozens of people at the time. I was so scared that I could only fight back with tears in my eyes!"

"........."

Very scared???
That’s not what the victims said. They all said you were smiling like a psychopathic murderer!
You even extorted nearly 10,000 taels of silver from several survivors...

and many more!

Could this be the "black robbing black" strategy you learned from me?

Wow, the unity of knowledge and action is what it means!

But I didn’t teach you to eat [tourists]!

Feng Zhaobai widened his eyes and looked at Zhu Haomiao with complicated eyes.

"So...you defended yourself against dozens of people? You killed them all?"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao waved his hands quickly.

"No! I didn't kill anyone!"

"I just lightly fought back against the attacker, making them lose the ability to hurt others. I never finished him off. This is 100% in line with the standards of self-defense!"

"As for the dead... that's because they were in poor health and had underlying diseases! It has nothing to do with me!"

Feng Zhaobai: “…………”

Damn, you know a lot about the law!

Punishment...

Feng Zhaobai smacked his lips, sighed deeply, and patted Zhu Haomiao's shoulder hard.

"Brother Zhu, remember... it's easy to defeat the thieves in the mountains, but it's hard to defeat the thieves in your heart!"

"The enemy is not outside, but inside!"

As he spoke, Feng Zhaobai pointed at Zhu Haomiao's heart meaningfully, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Listening to his earnest whisper, Zhu Haomiao frowned slightly, thought carefully, analyzed seriously, and finally, he suddenly realized something and struck his palm with a hammer.

"I understand. It means that it's not enough to just kill people, you also have to destroy their hearts!"

Feng Zhaobai: “…………”

Got it, got it!
Do you understand again?

Are you the king of understanding?
Feng Zhaobai leaned back weakly and slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. There was a grayness in his lifeless pupils.

Tired, destroy it...

"Brother Feng, don't worry. I will follow your instructions and kill people without mercy. I will never let a single bad guy go!"

Zhu Haomiao stood up excitedly, clasped his fists, pushed the door open and left, leaving Feng Zhaobai with his eyes slowly widening.

and many more!

I didn't teach you this!

Don't talk nonsense!!

After a while, Wang Hua pushed the door open with a stack of documents, and saw Feng Zhaobai stretching out his hand in amazement, as if trying to keep him.

"I just came up and ran into Junior Brother Zhu. He was rubbing his hands together and seemed very excited. Did you tell him about Susanoo no Mikoto?"

Feng Zhaobai dropped his hands dejectedly, slumped on the sofa, and stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

"No, I forgot." "Then why is he so excited? I thought he was just excited to see the prey..."

Putting the document on the desk, Wang Hua frowned strangely as he looked at Feng Zhaobai who remained staring at the sky in silence.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just feel that the work is so difficult, stressful, and hard..."

"I'm so busy with the [Ascension Competition] and I'm not complaining!"

"You don't understand. I'm tired. That kid is stubborn. If he gets into trouble in the future... and then says it was me who taught him to do it..."

As he spoke, Feng Zhaobai punched the armrest of the sofa and gritted his teeth.

"I can't wash myself clean even if I jump into the Yellow River!"

Wang Hua: “…………”

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Late at night, in a newspaper building in the International Settlement, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man was writing furiously on a typewriter, his thoughts flowing like a spring.

"China is the sick man of the East!"

"Their civilization is backward, their minds are numb, their bodies are decayed, and their spirits are degenerate..."

"They have no faith at all, and everything they say and do is corrupt, old-fashioned, disgustingly mean and lowly!"

"On the other hand, I, the British gentleman, have high morals, and am holy and noble. Even if I have to travel thousands of miles, I am willing to condescend to come to their primitive and backward country to bring them civilization and enlightenment..."

"However, some of them don't know what is good for them and regard noble education as oppression. How foolish and ridiculous..."

"Don't you see, their former vassal state, Japan, has achieved rapid development because it learned our advanced civilization, separated from Asia and joined Europe, and abandoned the ignorant and lowly Chinese culture!"

"Only by embracing advanced civilization, eliminating backward written language, and completely westernizing, can these [sick men of East Asia] get rid of their bad habits and become [people] with dignity and morality!"

"Rather than a group of monkeys wearing human skin and eating raw meat and drinking blood!"

After pressing the last period on the typewriter, Henry Xi Anmen slowly stretched his body and looked at his newly completed article with satisfaction.

After reading the whole article, Henry Xi Anmen nodded with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect that...

The article "The Sick Man of East Asia" that was previously fabricated to attract attention has actually caused such widespread discussion and influence...

Afterwards, he struck while the iron was hot and published more than a dozen articles in one breath, making in-depth criticisms of East Asian civilization from all aspects including politics, economy, military, culture, thought, writing, etc.!

After more than a year of dissemination and fermentation, the entire Far East now knows his name Henry Xi Anmen!

Not only did Europeans respect him highly, but countless people in the Qing Dynasty also regarded his writings as the golden rule and worshiped them in homage!

They even regard him as a spiritual mentor who saves the country and the people!
This kind of treatment made Henry Xi Anmen, who was frustrated in his hometown, extremely satisfied.

He not only gained fame in the Far East, but also made huge profits!
Now he has countless financial backers supporting his newspaper, allowing him to make a fortune!
Once his new article comes out, there will inevitably be a new storm of public opinion in the entire Far East!
Maybe he can even gain a reputation as an expert on Far Eastern issues, and write a book that will be passed down through the ages...

Just as Henry Xi Anmen was fantasizing about a better life in the future, the light bulb in the office suddenly began to flicker and make a crackling sound of electricity.

In the dim light that flickered on and off, the resistor wire in the light bulb made a slight popping sound, and the whole room was suddenly plunged into a hazy darkness.

"Fxck! Damn yellow monkey, even the power supply in the public concession is unstable!"

Complaining softly, Henry Xi'anmen took out a candle from the drawer and lit it with a match in the dim starlight outside the window.

The dim light illuminated the office. In the dead of night, the newspaper office was empty except for himself. Henry Xi Anmen felt a sense of chill for some reason, and a feeling of uneasiness gradually emerged in his heart.

I heard that the security in Shanghai is not very good recently, so I'd better not work overtime until late at night...

The thought flashed through his mind, and Henry Xi Anmen carefully gathered the written manuscripts and clipped them together.

(End of this chapter)