North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 63 The Banner of Justice

Before embarking on their journey home, Azu issued a gag order.

No one is allowed to leak anything that happens at the gold mining camp!

Even the slightest leak, even from the closest person.

The location of the gold mining camp must not be revealed, nor the battles with bandits and gold prospectors must not be revealed, nor the relationship with the Blackfoot tribe must not be revealed, nor how much gold has been found...!
Otherwise, not only will all your share and rewards be taken back, but you will also become the enemy of everyone present!
Of course, he was also his great-grandfather's enemy!
Everyone has witnessed how terrible the fate of Ah Zu's enemies was.

The reason he did this was because Azu knew very well how much trouble it would cause if the fact that he had found a large amount of gold and was cooperating with the Blackfoot tribe was leaked.

Especially their relationship with the Blackfoot tribe!
The current official relationship between the United States and Native Americans is one of absolute hostility.

The authorities even openly offered rewards for Native American scalps. In some places, a single Native American scalp could fetch as much as one hundred dollars!
Because of this policy, Native Americans became the target of countless bounty hunters, who made a living from it.

Ah Zu isn't afraid of trouble, but he can't just invite trouble upon himself!
Therefore, on the return journey, Azu disguised Blood Eagle as a Chinese person.

After his makeover, Blood Eagle covered the diamond-patterned face on his forehead with a hat, making him look almost identical to a Chinese person.

As long as he doesn't speak a Native American language, no one would recognize him as a Native American.

Looking at his masterpiece, Azu patted Blood Eagle on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Very good! Blood Eagle, my brother, from now on, you are a Chinese... mute!"

"A mute? Why should I pretend to be a Chinese mute?" Blood Eagle asked, somewhat puzzled.

"If you don't want your scalp to be bought for a hundred dollars, you'd better keep quiet and not say a word when there are strangers around!"

During this time, Blood Eagle followed a group of Chinese and white people in the gold mining camp and learned a few simple Chinese and English phrases, but it was clearly not enough for him to communicate normally with people.

Whether Chinese or white.

“And another thing…!” Azu continued, “Keep an eye on that white slut of yours! If she doesn’t behave, even if you’re my brother, I won’t go easy on her.”
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Three days later, the group finally returned to San Francisco, which they had been away from for a long time.

As soon as Azu disembarked, Vivian, who was waiting at the small dock, threw herself into his arms.

"Grandma, you're finally back! I missed you so much!"

Besides Vivian, the Vic family, Edgar Allan Poe, and others were also waiting for him.

Seeing Azu and Vivian embracing tightly, Daisy's expectant and excited expression quickly dimmed.

Looking at his daughter's expression, Vic felt a pang of heartache and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "My dear daughter, do you really like this Chinese boy? Don't you?"

Daisy, her face pale, frantically shook her head: "Father, what...what nonsense are you talking about? The BOSS and...and Miss Vivian, they...they are a couple, I...I...!"

Before she could finish speaking, Daisy's tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

"Sigh...!" Vic gently put his arm around his daughter's shoulder: "My dear daughter, how could you fool your old man? You like that Chinese boy, but actually, there are ways to win him over!"

"Wh...what method?" Hope rekindled in Daisy's beautiful light green eyes.

"My dear daughter, have you ever heard of the Mormon Church...?"

Vic wasn't just talking; he was actually after Azu!

Vic is a devout Baptist, yet he wants his daughter to convert to Mormonism. How much does he want Ah Zu to be his son-in-law?
While the father and daughter were whispering to each other, Edgar Allan Poe walked over to Azu.

"Li, it's been a long time!"

Azu released Vivian from his embrace and clasped Edgar Allan Poe's warm hand tightly. "Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, thank you for everything you've done while I was away!"

A smile appeared on Edgar Allan Poe's face, now healthy and radiant: "Compared to the life you saved, what I did was insignificant!"

Edgar Allan Poe then changed the subject: "I've had some good news and some bad news lately. Which would you like to hear first?"

"That depends on which one you want to tell me first!"

Edgar Allan Poe shrugged: "Let's start with the good news. All the equipment and supplies we ordered for the newspaper have arrived and are fully installed and tested. I've obtained all the necessary permits. The staff are also in place."

Ah Zu was overjoyed: "That means...!"

"In other words, we can publish our inaugural issue at any time!"

Edgar Allan Poe smiled and said, "We are all waiting for you to come back and give our newspaper a name."

"Then let's call it... the Flag Newspaper!"

"The Standard?"

Ah Zu had already decided on the newspaper's name: "Yes, let's call it the Flag Newspaper! Our newspaper must unequivocally oppose all darkness!"

"Our newspapers must unequivocally oppose all injustice!"

"Our newspaper must unequivocally oppose all forms of discrimination!"

"Our newspaper must become a banner for upholding fairness and justice!"

……

Everyone present was stunned by Ah Zu's words, which sent chills down their spines!
Especially Edgar Allan Poe!

He was already certain that it was this young Chinese man in front of him who had easily destroyed the Cameron family through two perfect assassinations.

How could such a mad, cold-blooded killer, such a schemer lurking in the shadows, speak such righteous words?
Edgar Allan Poe looked at the young Chinese man in front of him and could not reconcile this righteous-looking fellow with the cold-blooded, insane killing genius he knew.

"Perhaps this guy really believes that he is using the darkest and coldest means to do the most honorable thing, and he has no moral burden at all!"

"Yes! That must be how he views the series of murders he committed! Only in this way could he say these words without any psychological burden!"

Edgar Allan Poe believed he had finally understood the psychological state of this young Chinese man, and at the same time, he prepared himself psychologically.

Ah Zu said, "Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, judging from your confident look, you must have already prepared the first shot for our newspaper, right?"

Edgar Allan Poe nodded: "Of course! The dirt and evidence we have is enough to destroy that Jew and his bank!"

Ah Zu counted the days and realized that the day he made that boast was fast approaching.

"Then hurry up and load the ammunition, and fire at that Jew!"

Edgar Allan Poe nodded.

"As you wish! Tomorrow morning, we will distribute 5,000 copies of the inaugural issue of the Standard in San Francisco, free of charge!"

(End of this chapter)