The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 133 - 133: Damn, you really understand Skills!

"Ah? I'm not, I'm innocent, that was self-defense!"

"..."

Seeing Feng Zhaobai's speechless silence, Zhu Haomiao hurried to explain.

"Senior Brother Feng, really, I was surrounded by dozens of people at the time, extremely scared, and could only fight back with tears!"

"..."

Extremely scared???

The victims didn't say that, they all said you were smiling like a psychopathic killer!

You even extorted nearly ten thousand tael silver notes from several survivors...

Wait!

Could this be what you learned from my "Black Eating Black"?

Good heavens, you've really applied knowledge into practice!

But I never taught you to eat "tourists"!

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

"So... you alone defended yourself against dozens of people? Killed them all?"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao hurriedly waved his hand.

"No! I didn't kill anyone!"

"I just gently retaliated against the assailants, rendering them incapable of causing harm, definitely didn't finish anybody off; it's 100% self-defense!"

"As for the dead... that's because they were in poor health, had underlying diseases! Nothing to do with me!"

Feng Zhaobai: "..."

You damn well know the law!

Alright then...

Smacking his lips, Feng Zhaobai let out a heavy sigh and patted Zhu Haomiao's shoulder hard.

"Junior Brother Zhu, remember... it's easy to destroy bandits on the mountain, but hard to destroy bandits in your heart!"

"The enemy is not outside, but inside!"

Saying this, Feng Zhaobai tapped Zhu Haomiao's chest with implication, eyes filled with expectation.

Listening to his heartfelt whisper, Zhu Haomiao furrowed his sword-like brows, carefully pondered, seriously analyzed, and finally had an epiphany, clapping his palm.

"I get it, so it's not enough to just kill people, you also have to break hearts!"

Feng Zhaobai: "..."

Get it, get it!

You get it again?

Are you the understand king?

Exhausted, Feng Zhaobai leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, lifeless pupils gray and dull.

So tired, let it all end...

"Senior Brother Feng, don't worry, I will definitely follow your teachings, kill people and break hearts, never let a bad guy get away!"

Zhu Haomiao energetically stood up, clasped his fists and left through the door, leaving behind a slowly wide-eyed Feng Zhaobai.

Wait!

I didn't teach you that!

Don't go around saying that!!

After a while, Wang Hua entered with a stack of documents, just in time to see Feng Zhaobai stretching out his hand in shock, as if trying to hold onto something.

"I just ran into Junior Brother Zhu upstairs, he seemed quite excited, did you tell him about Susano-o?"

Feng Zhaobai let his hands drop in defeat, slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"No, I forgot."

"Then what was he so excited about? I thought he'd seen something that excited him..."

Placing the documents on the desk, Wang Hua frowned looking at Feng Zhaobai maintaining his wordless gaze upward.

"What's wrong with you again?"

"Nothing, just feeling that work is so hard, stress is so high, it's so exhausting..."

"I've been busy like a dog with the Ascension Competition and didn't complain!"

"You don't understand, it's mental fatigue, that kid is impenetrable, if he causes trouble in the future... and says I taught him..."

As he spoke, Feng Zhaobai punched the sofa armrest, gritting his teeth.

"I wouldn't be able to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River!"

Wang Hua: "..."

...............

Late at night, in a newspaper office building in the Public Leased Territory, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man was typing away on a typewriter, inspiration flowing like a spring.

"China—the sick man of the East!"

"Its civilization is backward, its thoughts numb, its physique decayed, its spirit degenerate..."

"They have no faith, every word and deed carries rotten, old, disgusting pettiness and meanness!"

"In contrast, we British gentlemen are morally noble, holy and respectable, willing to travel thousands of miles to their primitive backward country, to bring them civilization and enlightenment..."

"However, some of them are ungrateful, treating noble enlightenment as oppression, how absurdly ignorant..."

"Don't you see, their former vassal state Japan, only after learning our advanced civilization, rejecting the lowly and ignorant Chinese culture, have they achieved rapid development!"

"Only by embracing higher civilization, eliminating backward writing and language, fully Westernizing, can these 'sick men of East Asia' possibly shake off their inherent inferiority and become people with dignity and morality!"

"And not a bunch of monkeys donning human skin, consuming raw flesh and blood!"

Pressing the final period on the typewriter, Henry Xi'anmen slowly stretched, satisfied with his newly finished masterpiece.

Reading it through, Henry Xi'anmen nodded contentedly, letting out a long breath.

Who would've thought...

The "sick man of East Asia" article, originally crafted to catch the eye, unexpectedly sparked such widespread discussion and influence...

He further rode the wave, publishing over a dozen articles in a single go, critically analyzing East Asian civilization from politics, economy, military, culture, ideology, writing... various aspects!

After more than a year of spread and fermentation, now the entire Far East knows the great name of Henry Xi'anmen!

Not only are Europeans full of respect for him, but countless Qing people also regard his writings as holy scripture, offering ardent worship!

Some even see him as a spiritual leader for national salvation!

This treatment deeply satisfied the once unfulfilled Henry Xi'anmen in his homeland.

Not only did he gain fame in the Far East, but also enormous benefits!

Now, countless financiers support his newspaper from behind the scenes, allowing him to earn profusely!

Once this new masterpiece is released, the entire Far East is sure to experience a new wave of public opinion!

He might even earn a title as a Far East issue expert, write books, and leave a legacy forever...

Just as Henry Xi'anmen was fantasizing about a bright future, the office light bulb suddenly started flickering, emitting a buzzing electrical noise.

In the dim, flickering light, the filament inside the bulb let out a faint popping sound, plunging the entire room into hazy darkness.

"Fxck! Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, can't even maintain stable power supply in the Public Leased Territory!"

Grumbling lowly, under the dim starlight from outside the window, Henry Xi'anmen found a candle in the drawer and lit it with a match.

The dim yellow light illuminated the office; the newspaper office was completely empty apart from himself, which inexplicably sent a chill through Henry Xi'anmen, slowly flooding his heart with unease.

He heard that Shanghai's public security hasn't been good lately; it's best not to work overtime late at night anymore...

The thought flashed across his mind as Henry Xi'anmen carefully gathered and sorted the completed manuscript, fastening it with a book clip.