Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 463-462 The Tough Guy on the Third Floor
The atmosphere in the room became somewhat somber as the old grudges were brought up.

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting opposite the mute Jin spoke up in a low voice.

"Whether the spring flood or the official letter arrives first depends entirely on fate. If the official letter does arrive first in the end... Mr. Jin, what are you planning to do?"

Dumb Jin said in a cold tone, "If God doesn't give me the chance, I'll have Tang Dayuan take action on the day the official document is read out at the government office."

"I moved the bridge-building fleet to the south bank precisely to prevent this. At that time, I will have Tang Dayuan sink all of Abbott's men into the river to feed the fish. I don't believe the temple and the church will be able to sit still."

The middle-aged man asked again, "With church priests watching over the large ship, can Tang Dayuan succeed?"

Dumb Jin sneered, "I hid gunpowder in the cargo hold of the ship, and I told Tang Dayuan the location. A few priests are not enough to blow them up."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then sighed: "This method... is a bit risky. I'm afraid it won't stand up to scrutiny later."

Zhao Wazi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Wang Daxian! What nonsense are you spouting? I can't stand your cowardly behavior!"

Wang Daxian glared at Zhao Wazi: "Zhao Wazi, don't you have any manners? When I was working on the boat with your father, you couldn't even swim!"

Zhao Wazi glared back: "Where were you when my father was killed by the police?"

Wang Daxian was speechless.

After a long pause, he looked back at the mute Jin and said, "Master Jin, I didn't mean anything by it."

He said sincerely, "It's not that I'm scared, but the only ones left in the boat gang are us. If we take a risk and get killed, we might end up losing our lives without getting revenge."

"If God doesn't grant our wish, doesn't that just mean the opportunity hasn't arrived yet? As long as we're alive, we'll always get our chance eventually, so why take this risk?"

Jin the Dumb also fell silent. He placed his hands on his forehead, stared down at the table, and only spoke slowly after a long while.

"……wait?"

“I’ve waited eight years for this opportunity… How many more eight-year periods can I wait?”

The mute Jin raised his head: "The spring floods happen every year, but the bridge construction only happens once."

Seeing that Jin the Dumb had made up his mind, Wang Daxian stopped trying to persuade him and nodded, saying, "Then it's up to you."

Wang Daxian then turned to Zhao Wazi: "I'll keep an eye on the police. I'll personally avenge your father."

Zhao Wazi sneered: "I've been sharpening my knife for eight years, I don't need your interference."

These words were spoken with great force, but Zhao Wazi's bruised and swollen face seemed out of place.

Dumb Jin had actually noticed it earlier, and now that he had finished explaining the important matters, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly beat you up?"

Upon hearing this, everyone cast curious glances their way—they had wanted to ask the same question for a long time.

Zhao Wazi looked a little embarrassed. He tried to rub his nose as if he didn't care, but he was afraid of touching his injury, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and say, "A few tough guys, just a minor injury."

Dumb Jin asked again, "Who dares to hit a tax official? And don't you have a bunch of people under your command?"

"I already told you they're tough nut to crack."

Pressed for answers, Zhao Wazi was a little embarrassed: "I've never seen such a tall man before—he's as tall as a two- or three-story building if he stood right in front of me!"

Chen Ajiang, standing by the wall, couldn't help but scoff: "You must have seen this in a dream, right? Two or three stories high, is that even human?"

"That does seem a bit exaggerated," Zhao Wazi said sullenly. "It's not far off though."

Dumb Jin frowned: "Tall man... are there three of them?"

Zhao Wazi's eyes lit up as he looked over: "You know Master Jin too?"

Dumb Jin nodded silently: "I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky... You offended someone you couldn't afford to offend, so you should be grateful that you escaped with your life."

"It's not that scary."

Zhao Wazi curled his lip: "He's just relying on his strength. He can take on ten, but can he take on a hundred?"

Dumb Jin waved his hand, not wanting to argue with him, but reminded everyone, "These three are outsiders. If you meet them on the street, remember to go around them, lest you cause trouble and ruin our plans." He spoke seriously, and everyone naturally responded, nodding in agreement.

Dumb Jin stood up and said, "Then let's continue according to plan—now, let's go see the guest that Old Zhang mentioned."

Chen Ajiang silently gripped the dagger in her hand: "Are you going to silence me?"

Dumb Jin shook his head and said, "Let's find out the truth first. If it's just a coincidence, then let it go."

……

After everyone left the secret room, Wang Daxian went to call the shopkeeper, and then they all tiptoed up to the third floor.

Upon arriving at the door of Feng Xiuhu and the other two, Dumb Jin instructed everyone to stand on either side against the wall, while he and the shopkeeper went forward to knock on the door.

Jin the Dumb gave the shopkeeper a wink, and the shopkeeper cleared his throat and knocked on the door.

Shunzi's voice came from inside the house: "Who is it?"

The shopkeeper smiled and replied, "Sir, I apologize for my earlier remarks. I've brewed a pot of fine tea and come to make amends."

Soon, the door opened, revealing Shunzi's burly figure.

The moment Jin the Dumb Man saw Shunzi clearly, his expression immediately changed.

Before he could react, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Go inside!"

Someone kicked him in the butt from behind, and the mute Jin was caught off guard and fell into the house.

No one noticed where the person behind Dumb Jin had come from. When they turned around to look, they saw a swirling mist and chains appearing, binding everyone tightly in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xiuhu said to Shunzi, "Don't block the door, let's welcome the guests."

Shunzi did as she was told, stepping aside, and the chains pulled everyone into the house.

Feng Xiuhu was the last to enter, and he closed the door behind him.

The already cramped room suddenly felt even more crowded with so many people.

Feng Xiuhu complained to the innkeeper, who was squeezed in the corner: "Look at how small this room is! Do you even feel comfortable?"

Like everyone else, the shopkeeper's mouth was covered by chains, so he could only stammer.

There was a pop.

The only one who wasn't bound, the mute Jin, promptly knelt down.

He sincerely begged for mercy: "Master Ma, please forgive us for our foolishness. Just consider it as me being blind and acting presumptuously in front of you. Please let us go."

"Not urgent."

Feng Xiuhu chuckled and helped the mute Jin up, pressing him down to sit on the edge of the bed: "Tell me your plan first."

Dumb Jin's expression changed slightly: "What plan?"

Feng Xiuhu smiled and gave him a reproachful look: "Aren't you being too polite? It's about that thing you two were discussing in the secret room. I listened for a long time but couldn't understand it at all. I've been waiting for you to come to me."

The mute Jin was utterly horrified: "You—you were there too?!"

"Isn't it?"

Feng Xiuhu slapped his thigh and made a decision for the mute Jin: "How about this, you start from eight years ago."

Shunzi also brought over a stool and stared longingly at Dumb Jin.

Fang Youliu didn't want to listen, but the people who squeezed in took his bed, leaving him nowhere to sleep, so he had no choice but to stand by the window and listen as well.

(End of this chapter)