Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 380 - 146 Feng Xuan: How, how is this possible! (Ten

"We must not wrong a good person, nor let a bad one go free—Hall Master Peng must not die in vain, and Mianshui County must not be devoid of Royal Law!"

"Please rember this, everyone, there is Royal Law in Mianshui County!"

Qimu Ge’s purpose was clear: he intended to deter the myriad Jianghu forces in Mianshui County. Therefore, at this mont his voice, cold and clear, addressed everyone, sending shivers through the spines of the heroes around him, striking fear into their hearts.

Now, Qimu Ge spoke: "Miss Huadie, speak up, who killed Peng Shizhong, what exactly happened that day?"

At this mont, Huadie trembled all over; she seed to be caught in a vortex.

Then, Chen Jie began to speak, "Say it, today Lord Darugachi will see justice is done for you."

Hearing these words, Huadie, calming her emotions, said, "The matter is such, I truly loved Mr. Peng wholeheartedly... Feng Xuan captured my brother and forced to poison Mr. Peng’s drink..."

Huadie recounted what she had said the day before.

She strategically omitted any ntion of Nan Batian, as per Lord Darugachi’s intentions.

This ti the objective was to reclaim White Tiger Hall, not to take Nan Batian’s life.

Moreover, this matter alone was not enough to bring down Nan Batian; thus, since they could not take him down, they chose not to implicate him, so they purposefully left Nan Batian out of the equation.

They did not want to cast the net too wide.

Nan Batian was an important chess piece for Lord Darugachi in balancing the powers of Mianshui, not soone easily removed. Yet, this ti, a ssage had to be sent.

Thus, they let Huadie push all the bla onto Feng Xuan.

With Huadie’s narrative, everyone understood—Peng Shizhong’s infatuation, Feng Xuan’s vile shalessness, Peng Shizhong’s doting affection, Feng Xuan’s ingratitude. The resignation of Peng Shizhong after death, and Feng Xuan’s venomous scheming were laid bare for all to see. Now everyone knew, Chen Jiusi had been wronged.

It was all Feng Xuan, the gratitude-forgetting, heaven-defying scoundrel who had wronged him.

At this mont, everyone’s gaze turned to Feng Xuan with unbridled scorn in their eyes.

What of the respectable Old Master, Eight-faced Buddha Feng Xuan? He was but a beast, one who would stoop to any lows to achieve his end, murdering his adoptive father, framing his brother—a matter despised by gods and n alike.

And as for Chen Jie, the crowd mostly felt sympathy.

He had been shouted down and attacked for so many days, enduring humiliation and bearing a heavy burden. He found evidence vindicating himself, and despite the danger, had dared to storm into what might well be called the dragon’s lair and tiger’s den—this was the mark of a true hero!

A man of passion and loyalty!

At this mont, every gaze turned to Feng Xuan, who stood on the high stage, and in that instant, he appeared as nothing more than a clown!

Nan Batian, his expression complex, took a look at Feng Xuan and then, his face turning furious, exclaid, "How dare you, Feng Xuan! You’ve deceived , killed your own adoptive father, my brother—your sin is colossal, you deserve to die!"

Upon hearing Nan Batian’s statent, Qin Ying imdiately shouted, "Feng Xuan, you cur! How dare you deceive us, and we actually fell for your lies, wrongly accusing Jiu Si. You ungrateful wretch, you deserve death!"

"You ungrateful brute, you beast, you deserve death!"

"Bah, you bastard, you even killed your own adoptive father, you’re nothing but a beast, you deserve death!"

"Kill Feng Xuan!"

"Kill Feng Xuan!"

"Kill him!"

In an instant, the crowd was ablaze with anger, as if each one had beco a warrior of justice. The entire Fishing Guild was in an uproar, full of curses directed at Feng Xuan.

The hatred people once felt for Chen Jie had now doubled towards Feng Xuan.

That was the height of public condemnation, the complete and utter ruination of one’s na and reputation.

Listening to the angry shouts of the crowd, and seeing the furious gaze of Nan Batian, Feng Xuan felt extrely bitter inside. I’ve been your dog all this ti, and now you won’t even protect ?

At this mont, Nan Batian looked as stern as still water. Protect you? If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to extricate myself. Only with your death can I avoid getting dragged down.

At that mont, Feng Xuan finally realized that once a dog, always a dog.

There was no way out for a dog.

Confronted with the accusations of the crowd, he looked up at the sky, his heart filled with imnse sorrow and utter unwillingness.

He had plotted and sched, tried every possible way, and thought he held a winning hand, never expecting that Chen Jie could overturn the situation so easily.

He had betrayed his soul, his conscience, his dignity.

And what he got in return was complete and utter disgrace.

At this mont, he thought of the way Peng Shizhong had looked at him on that last day.

"I regret it... I regret that I didn’t raise you all properly, I regret it!"

This phrase lingered in his ears, tornting him. He could never face his adoptive father directly. He really did try, he was smart, but his adoptive father had favored the brutish Zheng Chuan.

That fool—why did he deserve the adoptive father’s affection?

He had once questioned the adoptive father, who replied that Zheng was his brother, not as smart as him, and that he should be more accommodating.

Why should I, as the elder brother, need to accommodate my younger brother? If he is a fool, why doesn’t he just die?

Why couldn’t the adoptive father love only ? Why!

Am I too smart? Hah, then I’ll play dumb, I’ll be diocre, would that earn more of the adoptive father’s love?

No, the adoptive father still treated the sa.

I asked the adoptive father for power, and he said: "Xuanxuan, you’re diocre; managing these is already enough. Don’t rush. Let your brothers practice too."

Practice? Practice your forefathers!

I’m smart, and you tell to accommodate my brothers. I’m diocre, and you say I’m not capable enough.

Peng Shizhong, damn your ancestors, what do you want from ?

I hate you, I hate you!

I want to kill you!

When I killed you, didn’t you bear any fault at all?