Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 469 468 Undercurrents of People
Zhou Bailang was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to quickly get close and then quickly escape.

However, Shijie didn't give him a chance, and he was also in a hurry to leave, so he would turn around from time to time to look back and find his way, and sometimes he would turn around and squeeze into a place where there were few people.

After wandering around a couple more times, He Shijie was almost out of the house.

Zhou Bailang took a deep breath and decided not to wait any longer.

He quickened his pace, squeezed through the gaps in the crowd, and arrived behind He Shijie.

With a flick of his wrist from his sleeve, he gripped the fish-cleaning knife in his palm.

Just as he raised his hand to stab, He Shijie suddenly turned around.

Out of instinct, Zhou Bailang's hand stopped halfway.

When He Shijie turned around, he met Zhou Bailang's gaze.

He Shijie didn't notice the knife in Zhou Bailang's hand, but he was taken aback because Zhou Bailang was staring at him: "What are you looking at?"

The words have not yet fallen.

puff!
He Shijie froze, and the bloody knife tip pierced through his chest.

Chen Ajiang's complaining voice came from behind: "What are you dawdling about?"

He Shijie subconsciously turned around to look, but Zhou Bailang had already reacted and slashed across with his knife.

laugh.

He Shijie stood there, stunned, a line of blood appearing on his neck.

"withdraw."

As Zhou Bailang spoke in a low voice, he and Chen Ajiang passed each other and disappeared into the crowd.

The body lay slumped in the mud, amidst the crowded streets and the heavy rain that obscured everything; no one looked down to see it.

Zhou Bailang walked to the side of the street, jumped onto the vendor's table, looked back, and met Zhao Wazi's gaze from deep within the crowd.

The two nodded to each other. Zhao Wazi understood what was going on and looked away at the patrol team not far away.

The police officers surrounded the officials, protecting them in the middle, including Han Shaojun, the director of the police station.

They were like rocks in a crowd, safe and sound, but unable to move.

Zhao Wazi pointed his finger and blew a whistle. His men, who were hidden in the crowd, received the signal and gathered in his direction.

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't push!"

The crowd exerted force from all directions, shouting and deliberately pushing, and the originally intact police "barrier" was immediately knocked askew.

Han Shaojun shouted from the crowd, "Don't push! If you push any further, I'll shoot!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Wazi had already moved close to a police officer and, taking him by surprise, pulled the trigger of his musket.

boom!
Gunshots rang out, and Zhao Wazi screamed at the top of her lungs, "The police have killed someone!"

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted into chaos, disoriented and panicked. Everyone disregarded everything else and pushed in whatever direction they thought was right, creating utter chaos on the scene.

"Who fired the shot? Who fired the shot!"

Han Shaojun jumped up and started cursing.

It was no longer a matter of whether or not to fire. In the current chaos, the police officers could no longer maintain their formation. In addition, the tax officials' men were secretly pushing things along. When the first police officer accidentally fell, the circle they had formed was immediately overwhelmed by the crowd.

Many officials were scattered in the panic, including Han Shaojun.

"Move towards me! All teams, move towards me!"

Han Shaojun was jostled and pushed around, but he still managed to call for the police.

Zhao Wazi, gripping his knife, squeezed through: "Sir, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Han Shaojun turned around and saw Zhao Wazi licking his teeth and grinning maliciously. He glared at him and said, "Zhao Wazi? What are you doing?"

"I'll cut off your flesh to take home as a snack with my drinks!"

Zhao Wazi raised his knife to stab, but unfortunately someone bumped into him from behind, causing him to miss his target and stab Han Shaojun in the thigh.

Han Shaojun was in great pain and panicked, and rushed headlong into the crowd.

Zhao Wazi cursed his bad luck under his breath and quickly chased after them from behind.

Although Han Shaojun could only limp away with his injured leg, there were just too many people, and Zhao Wazi couldn't even grab onto his clothes for a moment.

But if things continued like this, they would be caught sooner or later. Han Shaojun finally realized what was happening and shouted as he ran, "Help—uh!"

Suddenly, a hand darted in and covered Han Shaojun's mouth and nose.

Puff puff!
The sharp knife swiftly stabbed him in the chest, splattering blood everywhere.

Feeling the struggle completely disappear, Wang Daxian released his grip and casually pushed the corpse to the ground.

He glared at Zhao Wazi, who arrived a step too late: "If you're going to do something, do it quickly and stop with the nonsense."

Zhao Wazi realized he had almost messed things up, so he had no choice but to swallow his pride and admit, "You're lucky you arrived just in time. You can go now."

The two of them slipped into the crowd together.

……

The heavy rain has not stopped.

With his mute friend Jin supporting him, the two of them ran along the shore towards the factory.

But in fact, Abbott couldn't run for very long before he stopped and gasped for breath.

"Jin, manager Jin..."

Abbott leaned against the wall: "Look quickly, have they... those, those troublemakers caught up yet?"

Dumb King replied, “Not for now, but just to be on the safe side, we can’t stay here too long. I’m worried they’ll catch up soon—Mr. Abbott, I think you’ve already witnessed their anger.”

"I'm the one who should be angry!"

Abbott ripped off his hat and threw it to the ground.

This respectable foreign gentleman looked extremely disheveled—because of his size, his dress, which had been deliberately made a size too big, was now soaked with rainwater, and since it had been squeezed and wrinkled before, it looked like a heavy fishing net wrapped around his body.

Abbott gritted his teeth and roared, "Damn these scoundrels! Damn this flood season! Damn this Golden Dike City! If my factory gets flooded, who's going to compensate me for the loss?!"

Dumb Jin subtly touched his sideburns—he was worried that the wig would become loose if it got wet.

He calmly said, "Mr. Abbott, the most urgent task now is to get back to the factory and gather the workers. Whether it's salvaging the goods or building a temporary flood control dike, we must minimize the losses as much as possible."

Abbott, having rested enough, straightened up: "You're right, Steward Jin, you've done a good job. Don't worry, I'll have someone take good care of your wife and children; it's all you deserve."

Dumb Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing the cold glint in them: "Time waits for no one, Mr. Abbott, let's go."

……

After another frantic rush, the two finally returned to the factory area.

At this moment, the factory area was bustling with activity. The workers had already started moving goods and equipment from the factory buildings on the shore to other places under the direction of the supervisor.

A manager ran over in the pouring rain: "Mr. Abbott! Something terrible has happened! Without the protection of the long dike, the land along the riverbank is no match for the power of the Tianpu River. The area being washed away is getting bigger and bigger, and it will soon reach the first factory building!"

Abbott grabbed the foreman by the collar, jumping up and down and yelling, "I don't want to hear this! I just want a solution! Sandbags! Fill it with soil! Yes—weren't the bridge stones left unused? Pile them all up!"

The manager hurriedly ran away.

"Mr. Abbott," Jin said in a deep voice, "we should go and see where the causeway collapsed. We need to know exactly where the problem lies before we can find a way to fix it."

Abbott's eyes lit up: "That's right, you participated in the construction of the causeway, perhaps you can spot the problem—let's go now!"

(End of this chapter)