Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 320 Chapter 319 Mr. Gray delivers the letter
Whether or not it is open is not up to Hao Jinshui.

Feng Xiuhu pushed him aside and went straight forward.

Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Feng Xiuhu approached the door and grasped the lock.

With a slight cracking sound, powdery rust slid from his palm.

Gasps of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Hao Jinshui saw it clearly. Although he didn't know how Feng Xiuhu had done it, he reacted first and shouted, "Quick! Block the door!"

But it was still a step too late.

In the pouring rain, the iron gate suddenly opened amidst the shoving and pushing of the crowd, which surged in like a tidal wave. The police officers who tried to step forward were all jostled and knocked over.

Feng Xiuhu, relying on his strong physique, went against the current and it took him quite a bit of effort to squeeze out.

He went down the slope without stopping, then passed through the hole in the wall to the white stone wall.

"Crazy Tiger!"

As soon as Feng Xiuhu stepped out of the cave, he heard a cry of surprise.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and found that there were quite a few people here—a group of temple cultivators were on high alert.

What are they doing here?
But Feng Xiuhu soon figured it out.

This is to prevent the merfolk from landing at the bottom of the city and then attacking.

Feng Xiuhu's infamous reputation still lingered, and his sudden appearance caused a minor disturbance.

At this moment, a familiar figure stepped out from the group of cultivators. He cupped his hands to Feng Xiuhu and said, "With a great enemy at hand, if Father Feng has come to help defend against the enemy, the temple will naturally welcome him. But if you have other matters to attend to, please return. It is dangerous here."

"Ren Pingsheng?"

Feng Xiuhu remembered the name of the priest.

He turned to look at the bottom city: "Why isn't the temple stationed in the bottom city?"

Ren Pingsheng replied, "The terrain of the city is open and inconvenient to climb up and down, so it is best to defend it from a high place."

That reason sounds plausible, but why don't they do the same in the port area?

Feng Xiuhu shook his head, too lazy to argue with the temple right now, so he stepped forward, leaned on the stone railing, and looked down at the city below.

Just as Feng Xiuhu was about to lean out, the stone railing beneath his hands suddenly shook and collapsed with a crash.

Fortunately, Feng Xiuhu reacted quickly and stepped back, thus avoiding falling.

The initial powerful cannon shot struck the white stone wall, causing a long section of it to collapse. When Feng Xiuhu reached out to help, the already crumbling stone railing finally gave way under the strain.

The collapsed stone railing triggered a chain reaction, causing a large section of the street along the embankment to collapse as well, and the cultivators all retreated.

Feng Xiuhu remained silent, casting his gaze into the distance.

Looking out over the city, several fan-shaped scorch marks resembled giants tearing through the city with their hands, leaving a trail of blackened remains. The wooden walls were burned into jagged, charcoal-black fish bones, piercing the leaden sky in a crooked and disjointed manner.

The bamboo roof was blown far away by the shockwave, the public latrine was blown into the open air, with only half of it sticking to the ground, and the narrow alley became a black riverbed, with swollen straw sandals and tattered cotton wadding forming floating islands on it.

The unburnt roof beams were still seeping smoke, which was suppressed by the torrential rain and spread along the ground.

A strong wind blew by, and Feng Xiuhu, who was soaked to the bone, felt stiff all over.

Faced with this horrific scene, he couldn't see even a single moving object.

No merfolk landed from this side. Perhaps the merfolk also knew that Bottom City was an area abandoned by Sail City. If they landed from Bottom City, they would inevitably face the arduous battle of climbing the White Stone Wall. Therefore, they made the port area their only target.

But why didn't the people in the bottom city see it either?
This is not normal.

Without hesitation, Feng Xiuhu immediately decided to go down and take a look.

Ren Pingsheng noticed his movements and demanded, "What are you doing?" Feng Xiuhu retorted, "Where did the people from the bottom city go?"

Ren Pingsheng shook his head: "I don't know. We'll be in the same state as we are now—we won't see a single person. And why the Zhenshui Division suddenly opened fire on the bottom city is also a mystery. I wonder if it's related to the evil god."

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "Then you continue with your work, I'll go down and find someone."

This time, Ren Pingsheng didn't stop him. From a standpoint of principle, he had no obligation to do so, and from a status perspective, he didn't have that kind of relationship with him.

As Feng Xiuhu peered down, trying to find a place to stand, he suddenly heard a furtive voice beside him: "Squad leader, let's find another place to talk."

Feng Xiuhu paused for a moment, then turned and left.

Ren Pingsheng, bewildered, called out from behind, "Father Feng, aren't you looking for someone anymore?"

Feng Xiu didn't even turn his head, waving his hand and saying, "I'll look for it another day."

He quickly slipped into a secluded alley, glanced back to make sure no one was following, then looked around: "Mr. Gray?"

Feng Xiuhu was patted on the shoulder and turned his head sharply, almost burying his face in Mr. Gray's chest hair.

Mr. Grey removed his hat and bowed to him.

Feng Xiuhu looked him over: "How did you get up here?"

Mr. Gray smiled apologetically: "I came here specifically to apologize to you, Mr. Class Monitor."

Feng Xiuhu's expression hardened: "Something happened to my men?"

Mr. Gray shook his head: "No, they are all safe and sound."

"Thank goodness you sent someone to deliver the message last night. I was so nervous all day, so I was on guard the moment those big ships appeared—I hid all the people in the bottom city."

Feng Xiuhu breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Where did you hide it?"

Mr. Gray winked slyly at his little eyes: "In human terms, it should probably be called a mouse hole."

This involved other people's privacy, so Feng Xiuhu didn't pry further and brought the topic back: "Then what do you have to apologize for?"

Mr. Grey rubbed his hands together, looking embarrassed, and said, "As a gentleman, I should not break my word, but I'm sorry, I may have to go back on my word—in order to maintain the secrecy of the people of the bottom city, I cannot lend you my authority."

"That's a minor matter," Feng Xiuhu waved his hand, about to say it didn't matter, when Shi in his mind suddenly spoke up: "Ask him if he can hide himself in a hat?"

Feng Xiuhu laughed in exasperation: "Well, I thought you were dead."

Mr. Gray heard this, clapped his hands in surprise, and exclaimed, "Great idea! How come I didn't think of that?"

Shi explained, "I didn't take action because I knew the storm had already arrived."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "You mean she watched me get beaten up for ages?"

Shi said, "Perhaps she wanted to see what you were really capable of. If Hong Shenghuo hadn't really been determined to kill her, she probably wouldn't have shown herself."

Mr. Grey took the top hat and handed it to you: "Although the top hat is on your head, it doesn't count as a loan, and you can't use the power of authority—but the good news is that I can help you."

Feng Xiuhu was somewhat worried for Mr. Hui: "Will you be discovered if you use your authority in front of the true God?"

Mr. Grey, on the contrary, was quite confident: "They might notice that this hat is unusual, but they would never guess that there is a big rat hiding inside it."

Feng Xiuhu was relieved and reached out to pinch the brim of his hat.

The moment he touched the top hat, Mr. Grey vanished from his sight.

Feng Xiuhu turned the hat inside out and looked inside with wide eyes, but it was empty.

Mr. Grey's laughter reached my ears: "Squad leader, this is not a magic show. There is no rabbit, no pigeon, and certainly no mouse in the hat."

(End of this chapter)