Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 338 War Letter
Tap tap tap————

The backyard of the tea garden was quiet and silent, with only the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor.

Zhao Wumian was thinking about leaving tomorrow, and wanted to talk to his master and Miss Su, but when he arrived at Miss Su's door, he didn't see her. He stood there pondering for a moment and then went to Luo Xiangzhu's door.

Sure enough, I could hear several women talking in low voices inside.

"So, you are not interested in that Qihe?"

?

Zhao Wumian looked sideways through the window with curiosity.

There was a yellow light on in the room, the air was filled with mist and white fog, and behind the screen one could see the faint shadow of white steam coming out of the bathtub, obviously someone had just finished a bath not long ago.

Luo Xiangzhu's hair was slightly wet and was tied up with a tie, revealing her fair and slender neck. She was wearing a slightly thin goose yellow nightgown. She was sitting at the table, holding a bowl of tofu pudding in both hands. After taking a few bites, she showed a look of distress.

This Yangzhou tofu pudding is sweet. And there are too few ingredients, not to mention chili, even vinegar is not added.

As a native of Yanyun, she obviously couldn't get used to the food.

Compared to her previous pitiful and delicate appearance, she now looked more casual and gentle at home, which made Zhao Wumian look at her a few more times.

Mu Lier was wearing a moon-white spring dress, with her ink-black hair tied into a bun hanging in front of her shoulders. She was sitting at the table with Luo Xiangzhu, holding wine glasses.

Su Qingqi seemed to have just finished a shower and was sitting in front of the dressing table wiping her hair with a towel. She was the one who was speaking just now.

Luo Xiangzhu picked up the small condiment bowl and poured chili into the tofu pudding, nodding repeatedly when he heard it.

The little mute actually had a little self-esteem in her heart, and thought to herself that although Qi He was pretty, she was obviously not as good as her.

She followed suit. Under such circumstances, if Zhao Wumian really had feelings for Qi He, she would probably have to feel inferior for a while.

However, thinking of this, Luo Xiangzhu felt that her idea was too shameless. Her face turned slightly red, and she scooped a spoonful of tofu pudding with a spoon, pretending that she was hurt by the spiciness.

Su Qingqi didn't know Luo Xiangzhu's little thoughts, so she was relieved after hearing this, and said with a little lingering fear:

"You travel all over the world and know too many women. I have to be on guard. If I hadn't stayed with Zeng Lengyue so often in the capital, that courtesan named Qingyan would have succeeded long ago..."

At this point, Su Qingqi felt that she sounded like a narrow-minded fool, so she looked at Mu Lier, "Is that so?"

"what?"

Mu Lier paused in drinking, a trace of confusion appeared on her pretty face. She was about to say that she should be more concerned, but when she saw Luo Xiangzhu was still there, she knew nothing about her and Zhao Wumian, so she pretended to be generous again.

"I'm his master, not his mother. Whatever woman Wumian wants to marry...it's up to you. He's your man."

As she spoke, Mu Lier looked outside the house and said, "Aren't you going to come in?"

Luo Xiangzhu was stunned and looked sideways, only to hear a creaking sound and Zhao Wumian pushed the door open and walked in.

When she saw Zhao Wumian, he was basically dressed politely and neatly, but nowadays this kind of "homely style" is rare, so she subconsciously lowered her eyes and glanced at herself.

She felt relieved only after making sure that her skirt would not outline her bellyband, but for some reason she still felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

As the daughter of a vassal prince, she had an excellent upbringing. Her boudoir was seldom visited by ordinary men, even the Prince of Yan rarely came. But when you think about it carefully, Zhao Wumian came often.

Not only that, whether it’s daily communication or going out shopping... Zhao Wumian seems to be the only man who is very close to her.

But Zhao Wumian is strictly speaking her brother-in-law, and also her junior fellow apprentice...the two of them are innocent, so this shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Luo Xiangzhu secretly thought that every year when June was approaching, he would always feel inexplicably flustered because of the distant echo between the Jin Boshan furnace and the Jiangzhu jade, as if something bad had happened to him, and he liked to have wild thoughts.

But why do I keep thinking about men this year? Thinking about Zhao Wumian?
That’s right... After all, Zhao Wumian was the first man with whom she had a good relationship.

Luo Xiangzhu reconciled with herself in her heart, but in Mu Lier's eyes, she seemed to be staring at Zhao Wumian in a daze.

Luo Xiangzhu waved towards Zhao Wumian and tapped his bowl with his fingertips.

Are you hungry? Do you want to have a bowl of tofu pudding?

Mu Lier held the wine glass, shaking the wine casually, looking at Luo Xiangzhu's profile with no expression on her face, while in her heart she began to think about Luo Xiangzhu's marriage.

Luo Xiangzhu's mother, Princess Yan, died early, but Mu Lier's adoptive mother, Madam Mu, had a very good relationship with Princess Yan and they often visited each other.

Thanks to this, Mu Lier and Luo Xiangzhu grew up together, but Mu Lier is six or seven years older than Luo Xiangzhu. She is like a sister and a mother to her, and now she is also her master...

Prince Yan is a rough man and cannot take care of his daughter's marriage, so Mu Lier naturally has to worry more... She naturally hopes that she can marry a good man.

But in her heart, is there any man in the world better than her apprentice?
Thinking of this, her expression suddenly became a little strange. She thought to herself that she and the Queen Mother were indeed sisters. Not only did they choose the same man as their lover, but they also both worried about the marriage of their young people, and the person they chose was the same person...

But Mu Lier is much more free and easy than the empress dowager. After all, she and Luo Xiangzhu are not blood relatives... What's more, in this kind of situation, we are not afraid of comparing the good, but are afraid of comparing the bad.

The Queen Mother and Shen Xiangge are both... like that, so what about her and Luo Xiangzhu?

Isn't she much more normal than when she was too young?
But it is best to let things go their natural way for men and women. Forcing things will only ruin the relationship. When she was poisoned, Zhao Wumian did not take advantage of the situation to have sex with her, which gradually made her increasingly obsessed...

Mu Lier shook her head slightly, clearing away the distracting thoughts in her mind, and said to Luo Xiangzhu:

"It's late at night, you should go to bed early. Master and Qingqi have something to say to your junior brother. It's related to the Cuojin Boshan furnace. You don't have to stay up late with us."

Su Qingqi was tilting her head to look at Zhao Wumian. She paused while wiping her hair when she heard his words, then silently withdrew her gaze and looked at the bronze mirror without saying a word.

Luo Xiangzhu was inviting Zhao Wumian to eat tofu pudding together. She blinked when she heard the words, and thinking that they had to discuss serious matters, she obediently took the bowl and walked out of the house.

crunch————

Zhao Wumian said to her "Have a good rest" and closed the doors and windows. Princess Xiangzhu walked in the corridor sipping steaming tofu pudding. After a few seconds, she suddenly stopped and reacted.

Isn't that her room? Why was she kicked out? All her clothes were placed there, including socks, thin pants, and bellybands...

Hey, Master and Qingqi are here, Zhao Wumian definitely won’t rummage around, so what is there to be afraid of?
Thinking of this, she happily drank another sip of tofu pudding and went to live in Mu Lier's original boudoir.

Inside the house, Zhao Wumian locked the doors and windows and pretended to be curious, "What does Master want to tell me?"

He thought that was just an excuse to get rid of Princess Xiangzhu, but he never expected Mu Lier to ask seriously, "What do you think of Xiangzhu? Your teacher is referring to me intentionally or unintentionally."

Zhao Wumian was slightly stunned, and Su Qingqi also looked at him in confusion.

Seeing that Mu Lier looked serious, Zhao Wumian calmed down and thought carefully for a few seconds before saying:
"Intentionally or unintentionally... I haven't really thought about this question. For things like this between a man and a woman, it's better to let it happen naturally. Forcing it is not good. Princess Xiangzhu and I didn't have your Xiayun Gu as a catalyst at that time."

Su Qingqi retracted her gaze and continued to wipe her hair, thinking that if he had not been injured, the two of them might not have been able to achieve a happy ending by now.

She was actually quite thankful in her heart. After all, she had already secretly developed feelings for Zhao Wumian when they were in Hequ. But when she recalled her first time practicing dual cultivation, she felt lost and confused...

Su Qingqi said:
"Princess Xiangzhu has a miserable life and cannot speak. If she cannot choose a good man, her life will only become more miserable in the future. However, considering age, status, appearance and feelings, there is probably no suitable candidate except you... But this matter should be left to the two of them. It is inappropriate for us to make decisions."

Zhao Wumian walked over, picked up the towel and wiped Su Qingqi's hair, and said in surprise: "Miss Su is not angry."

"If Princess Xiangzhu doesn't want to, and you still pester her just for a night of love, do you think I'll kill you?" Su Qingqi rolled her eyes at Zhao Wumian, very charmingly.

Since Mu Lier had already thought of this, she actually had the idea of ​​letting Zhao Wumian take the betrothal gifts to propose marriage to Prince Yan. After all, the pressure from Luo Chaoyan was really too much.

But Su Qingqi and Zhao Wumian both disliked the 'parents' orders and matchmaker's words' approach, so she naturally stopped forcing it.

It won’t be too late to talk about this matter when Luo Xiangzhu really falls in love with Zhao Wumian.

While Mu Lier was thinking, she saw Zhao Wumian holding a towel in one hand to wipe Su Qingqi's hair, and the other hand reached into her hair, passed over her shoulders, stuffed into the collar of her spring skirt, and grabbed Zhu Hong...

Mu Lier sipped the wine with great interest, preparing to watch Su Qingqi suffer for a while.

Su Qingqi's delicate body trembled suddenly. This young girl in her prime was still as sensitive as ever no matter how many times she had done it, and she always felt shy in her heart.

So he stood up from the dressing table with a little effort, and shook off Zhao Wumian's hand, with one arm across his body, "My hair isn't dry yet... go find your master."

Mu Lier's leisurely expression froze for a moment. She couldn't help but sit up straighter and put down her wine glass. "Master, you, Master..."

Mu Lier couldn't think of an excuse for a long time. After all, Zhao Wumian had to leave tomorrow, and on the cruise ship, she had to be considerate of others. The three of them were all petty thieves, so she had to be careful even when rubbing, not to mention pushing hard.

But since Su Qingqi was still around, Mu Lier naturally couldn't be too proactive. Unlike the empress dowager, she still had some feminine reserve.

"I just talked to you about Xiangzhu's marriage, and you are so impatient... Are you interested in Xiangzhu?" Her eyes turned cold and her tone was dissatisfied.

Zhao Wumian came to Mu Lier's side, took her hand and prepared to walk to the couch, but Mu Lier thought of her master's dignity and did not pull her. He then embraced Mu Lier with both hands, picked her up and put her on the table, saying:
"I stayed up so late at night and came all the way to see Master and Miss Su... Could it be that I am also plotting something bad against Princess Xiangzhu?"

Zhao Wumian copied the original and was caught.

Mu Lier was so excited by the warmth of Zhao Wumian's palm and his hot breath that her heart was trembling and her pretty face was flushed. Like Su Qingqi,
She seemed confused and at a loss, and looked at Su Qingqi who was sitting at the dressing table behind her as if asking for help.

Su Qingqi had her back to the two of them, slowly wiping her hair, but her little hand was adjusting the angle of the bronze mirror, clearly looking at her making fun of herself through the bronze mirror.

Just as Mu Lier felt a little uneasy, Zhao Wumian put his hand on her white skirt and applied a little force.

tear-

The white skirt was torn diagonally from her calves to her shoulders, revealing her pure white bellyband embroidered with mountains and rivers and the white pantyhose underneath her skirt.

Zhao Wumian didn't expect that his master was wearing his favorite silk stockings under her skirt, so he couldn't help but pause.

Mu Lier looked surprised, "Why did you tear my skirt? What should I wear tomorrow?"

"No clothes in the house?"

"They are all Xiangzhu's..."

"Then I'll just wear hers and deal with it first. I'll say that it's because of my training that my internal energy is gushing out..."

As Mu Lier listened, she felt Zhao Wumian's hand getting hotter and hotter, and then it slid across her flat, white belly...

Mu Lier's white boots fell to the ground with a "bang", and her graceful feet were wrapped in white silk stockings, and then suddenly arched.

Su Qingqi wiped her hair slower and slower, her eyes fixed on the bronze mirror. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly realized something.

I spent a lot of time wiping my hair, but it became wetter and wetter?

The next day, it started raining outside the window, and the sky was a little dark, so it was impossible to tell the difference between day and night.

Zhao Wumian was lying on the couch, but he was not asleep.

Although Su Qingqi grew up in the capital, she was a girl from the Jiangnan water town. She was naturally petite and delicate. She fell asleep in front of Zhao Wumian. It seemed intimate, but in fact she fell asleep directly. She still cooperated with Zhao Wumian. Mu Lier lay on Zhao Wumian's shoulder, with a few strands of hair falling on her shoulder, which was a little itchy.

Zhao Wumian was afraid of disturbing their rest, so he didn't dare to move. In his heart, he was thinking about the relationship between Cuojin Boshanlu and Zhubei Alliance.

At that time, the Chen Kingdom knew that the situation was hopeless and did not want the national treasure to fall into the hands of the Dali royal family, so it scattered the inlaid gold Boshan furnace and the four glazed jades into the world, but it was obvious that they were not thrown away randomly.

The crimson pearl jade has always been in Xiao Lingyun's hand, the green jade pendant is protected by the martial arts master Mu Bugui, and the Zhan Yan hairpin and the glass lamp are probably also entrusted to masters or forces with close ties with the Chen Kingdom.

The most fundamental Cuojin Boshan furnace was probably controlled by the Zhubei Alliance. The leader of the Zhubei Alliance at that time was Governor Yi of the East China Sea Navy. He must know the whereabouts of the Cuojin Boshan furnace... If his descendants can be found, there will be no need to search the East China Sea inch by inch.

But that incident caused Governor Yi to change his name and live in seclusion, and it is unknown whether he has any descendants.

But he could guess that Jiu'er obviously couldn't be unaware of it. Jiu'er must have come to the East China Sea to look for it that year... Alas, this matter cannot be forced. Without any clues, no matter how much he thinks about it, it will only be like a headless fly flying around, adding to his troubles.

With Princess Xiangzhu around, there will definitely be clues after the crimson pearl jade in her body and the inlaid gold Boshan furnace resonate with each other in June... After all, according to Luo Xiangzhu, she has never been to the East China Sea when June had a high fever.

Now that the distance is so close, it is impossible that there is nothing unusual.

It's just that the poor little mute has to suffer again...

"Um……"

While Zhao Wumian was thinking, he realized that Su Qingqi, due to the cooperation between the inside and outside, was suddenly awakened by the stimulation only by turning over slightly, which also woke up Mu Lier.

"What time is it?" She was dazed, her red lips covering Zhao Wumian's ear, and asked like she was talking in her sleep.

"I don't know, but it should be dawn soon..."

Mu Lier's eyes suddenly widened, and she pushed Zhao Wumian hard, trying to get up and put on her clothes, but Zhao Wumian kept trying to sow discord between them. She lost her strength when she moved a little, and said with a red face:

"Hurry up and find some clothes for me to wear. Don't let Xiangzhu see us..."

Zhao Wumian lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, opened the wardrobe, and instantly a familiar fragrance came to his nose.

Then he looked in the closet and saw three layers of clothes neatly arranged: spring skirts, thin pants, and bellybands, folded up and placed separately.

The thin pants were mostly the same color, but the spring skirts and bellybands were different colors, red, white, blue and green, which made Zhao Wumian feel dizzy for some reason...

He was slightly stunned, then he remembered that this was Luo Xiangzhu's boudoir, so he quietly turned his eyes away and refused to look at anything inappropriate.

While Mu Li'er was putting on her skirt, Zhao Wumian chatted with Su Qingqi for a few more words, and was then pushed out of the room by Mu Li'er to prevent Luo Xiangzhu or someone else from seeing him sleeping in her teacher's bed at night.

Like an affair, Zhao Wumian actually felt it was quite exciting in his heart. After standing in the corridor and looking at the sky for a few times, he remembered that on the way to Lin'an, he would definitely pass through Yingtian.

He thought for a while, raised his hand to call the Snow Owl, and asked it to help send a letter to Chen Qiyuan, and then went to Xiao Yuanmu's room.

Xiao Yuanmu didn't know, or perhaps since things had come to this point, he didn't care if Zhao Wumian and his lover went to bed together.

Apart from Luo Chaoyan and the Queen Mother, she was actually very generous to the women around Zhao Wumian, and her every word and action always showed the demeanor of a lady.

Therefore, the only person who was kept in the dark was the adorable and naive Princess Xiangzhu.

After breakfast, Zhao Wumian wrapped the long spear with black cloth and slung it across the side of the saddle. He then pulled down his hat, turned around and waved casually to the women standing beside him to see him off.

"Yuan Mu and I will only go back to Lin'an to visit the graves. It won't take a few days... Let's meet up at the Tianya Islands then."

Su Qingqi walked forward and handed Zhao Wumian a package. "I've found some time to make a few more sets of clothes recently. Take them with you."

Zhao Wumian opened the package and took a look. Su Qingqi's craftsmanship was much better now than before, and the workmanship was visibly more refined.

In addition, the package also contained several silver bills and a bundle of incense.

Su Qingqi actually wanted to go to the tomb with Zhao Wumian, right? This would make her appear to be the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family.

Su Qingqi was different from the Queen Mother, the Master, and Shen Xiangge. Unless Zhao Wumian brought up the topic, she seldom spoke about love between men and women. Her every move was always reserved like a girl from a water town, and her every detail was full of tenderness.

He closed the package and stuffed it into the saddle bag. He didn't say anything pretentious, but just asked, "How did you make so many clothes?"

"I don't know how many clothes you've ruined while fighting. It's always a good idea to do more... Go quickly. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."

Zhao Wumian mounted the saddle, and Xiao Yuanmu, with her petite figure, still sat in front of him.

He squeezed the horse's belly lightly and the horse took a few steps forward.

Tap, tap, tap————

Zhao Wumian turned around and glanced at the women.

Luo Xiangzhu stood on tiptoe and waved at him. Mu Lier and Guan Yunshu had no expression on their faces, they just nodded slightly at him.

Zhao Wumian also waved to them, rode his horse and disappeared into the rain.

It doesn't rain every day in the East China Sea and Jiangnan areas. At least in Yingtian, a hundred miles away, the weather is sunny with birds singing and flowers blooming.

Unlike ordinary streets, many trees are planted on the streets of Yingtian. There is a willow every three steps and an ancient banyan tree every ten steps. When the warm breeze blows, the fallen leaves spread and fall in the air like raindrops.

When Emperor Taizu Gao conquered Yingtian, he made it the capital, and only moved the capital to the capital after he recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

On the one hand, it continued the customs of the previous dynasty, and on the other hand, it was "the emperor guarding the national gate." After all, the Taizu Emperor Gaozu at that time was the best in martial arts.

Even Wudamu could not get away with it in his hands. As early as the beginning of Hongtian, he was almost ambushed and beaten to death by Emperor Taizu Gao.

Since then, Wudamu never set foot in the Central Plains again during the Hongtian reign, and the situation was not relieved until the Jingzheng reign.

If Emperor Taizu Gao could live to Wudamu's age, how could Luo Shuzhi have used that vicious scheme to encircle and suppress Wudamu... Unfortunately, there is no if.

Emperor Taizu died after only 35 years in office. On the one hand, he was exhausted. It was obviously not a human thing to govern such a big country while maintaining his ever-increasing military skills.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, he is not made of iron and his energy cannot be endless.

On the other hand, the queen died early.

From this perspective, being too sentimental is obviously not a good thing for a country.

Wudamu didn't care about women at all. He lived a rather heartless life and never took anything to heart. That's why he lived to be over a hundred years old.

Emperor Taizu Gao and the empress met in Yingtian. Because the empress liked ancient banyan trees, there are so many green plants in Yingtian.

With this wonderful thing, Yingtian can be said to be a place of beautiful scenery, winding streams and flowing wine... But the world of Yingtian is completely different.

The leader of the Yingtian underworld is Wujitian, which is the sect of the gun master Chen Qiyuan. All of his disciples are gunmen, and because of this, most of them act in a domineering and tough manner.

It’s not that Wujitian bullies men and women, but it adheres to the sect’s philosophy of beating up anyone it dislikes and never leaving any grudges for tomorrow, so no one can take advantage of it.

The warriors coming out of Wujitian are all very stubborn and insist on their own opinions, which is also a characteristic of this sect.

Although Chen Qiyuan looked sloppy and had no martial arts aura, his Blood Scale Spear was a magical weapon passed down from his ancestors. It was originally named "Black Scale Spear" and it was not until his generation that it was called "Blood Scale" in the martial arts world.

Why?

Because he had killed so many people, every time he was seen, his gun was stained with blood.

The headquarters of Wujitian is located on Gurong Street, the most prosperous street in Yingtian. The courtyard has a small bridge and flowing water, which is very elegant. There is an artificial lake and people are fishing beside the lake.

But the fisherman was fidgeting. He looked left and right while holding the fishing rod. Finally, he threw the fishing rod away and pointed to the lake.

boom!
Under the powerful internal force, the lake surface exploded immediately, water splashed everywhere, and fish swam all over the sky. The man raised his hand and used the Crane Controlling Dragon Skill to suck a fish into his palm, and then shook his head and said:

"What's so good about fishing? It's a pity that King Jin has the time to fish all day long."

Chen Qiyuan's younger brother Chen Chengyu hurried over.

Back in the day, this man had teamed up with Gui Shou Zhenren in Jin to encircle and suppress Zhao Wumian in Qinfeng Village. However, Luo Shuzhi later caused trouble and attracted Zhao Wumian's attention. In addition, because of his friendship with the Gun Leader, he never caused trouble for Chen Chengyu.

Chen Chengyu secretly rejoiced more than once. If the killer Zhao Wumian really came to him, he would not be able to defeat him with just one finger.

He walked quickly to Chen Qiyuan's side and whispered, "Brother, Zhao Wumian came to Yangzhou and killed Li Baifeng in the street."

"Li Baifeng? The leader of Canghua Tower? Would Zhao Wumian come all the way to the East China Sea just to kill him?" Chen Qiyuan frowned slightly and threw the fish into the lake again.

"He must have other intentions...Killing him is just a convenience."

Chen Qiyuan stopped talking, pondered for a few seconds, and then said: "I have an appointment with Zhao Wumian to fight. He is now in Yangzhou, which is only a hundred miles away from Yingtian. If he still remembers our agreement, there is no way he would not come to Yingtian to find me."

Chen Chengyu was very afraid of Zhao Wumian, the God of Killing, and was even more worried that Chen Qiyuan would follow in the footsteps of Guishou Zhenren, Tong Congdao and others. After hesitating for a moment, he could not help but say:

"You have no reason to fight... Why are you fighting for no reason? You can't say that my elder brother wanted to kill Xiao Yuanmu, and Zhao Wumian wanted to protect her...

The matter between Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu is undoubtedly a taboo in Dali. Whoever mentions it will die. The emperor has made it clear that he wants to protect them, so we must not offend him."

Zhao Wumian is still being talked about in the world because of the Longquan incident.

Although the attention of the martial arts world is mostly focused on Canghua Tower because of the incident of Lady Canghua, if Chen Qiyuan and Zhao Wumian fight again because of Xiao Yuanmu, then Luo Chaoyan will not give an explanation to the world, not only the martial arts world, but even the common people will not recognize her.

Chen Qiyuan is not a fool. He has nothing to do and doesn't want to cause trouble for Zhao Wumian, so he has been waiting for Zhao Wumian to find an excuse during this period of time.

But I waited and waited but nothing happened.

Chen Qiyuan had actually been itching to go fishing for a long time, so he decided to go fishing...

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air. He looked up and saw a snow owl flying high in the sky. It looked at Chen Qiyuan for a few times, and after confirming his identity, it raised its paw and dropped the letter tube, then flapped its wings and flew away.

Chen Qiyuan was slightly stunned, took it and looked at it, then suddenly smiled.

He waved his hand calmly, "Pass it on... Wei Minghou killed Tong Congdao alone, just like Xiao Yuanmu killed the old spear master alone in Poyang Lake."

"I, Chen Qiyuan, invite Weiming Hou to compete in Poyang Lake. If I win, I will take Xiao Yuanmu's head and avenge my father. If I lose... I am inferior to him and I have no face to be his enemy anymore."

"After all, I can't even beat Wei Ming Hou, so how can I beat Xiao Yuanmu?"

……

This word spread.

The world was in an uproar.

(End of this chapter)