Chapter Forty-Seven: The Emperor Without a Shovel
"Chief, did we really promise the people of the mold country to retreat from here?"
In the room where the sawdust fell to the ground, Carlo was gone, leaving only Wilson and Shen Sen who were left to stay here.
Wilson, who had never said a word at the moment, seemed to finally be a little unbearable, and he asked with an anxious and confused expression.
Shen Sen picked up the teacup, which was already a little cold, took a sip, and said calmly to Wilson.
"We naturally withdrew, and since I have said it, we must be true to our word, and we cannot be judged by their quality."
"If you don't quit, what good way can you fight against the outnumbered Moldy Gang and continue to let us stay here in the Stinky River?"
"Subordinates are dull,......," Wilson frowned.
"Didn't the leader ask Carlo to gather those ordinary people to prepare for dealing with the Moldy Nation Gang?"
"No, I just gathered them together and told them the news. Do you think those ordinary people are willing to help us deal with those villains? ”
Shen Sen smiled and said meaninglessly.
Wilson thought for a moment, for now he felt that he was indeed a little whimsical.
He didn't know that Shen Sen could use psionic energy to influence people's hearts, so Wilson didn't think that those people in Stinkwater Street were willing to follow them to deal with the Moldy Country Gang, and even if those people were willing, I was afraid that they wouldn't be able to do it.
Although there are more than 3,000 people in Stinkwater Street, most of them are ordinary people with no training and are defenseless.
Let them have a hot head now, to deal with the mildew people who have an armed force of four or five hundred people and kill people without blinking, it is estimated that few people are willing.
And this is also what Shen Sen is worried about.
Even though he has gradually used psychic radio to influence the way most people in Stinkwater Street think.
But after all, the time is too short, the number of people is large, and the power of psionic energy is limited, and he can't control these people to face death like a machine.
Even the most fanatical believer can have violent fluctuations in his emotions in the face of death, and even great fear.
Because death is the deepest fear that is embedded in human genes.
The hymn of humanity is a hymn to courage, and the greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage.
But few people can still maintain the courage to look directly at death in the face of death, and die generously for their own will and pursuit.
If there were, there would not be so many people in history who were indomitable at the beginning, but finally surrendered and became traitors.
Having seen a lot from thousands of years of history, Shen Sen naturally did not think that the ordinary people under his leadership were an exception.
Although he has psychic powers, he wants others to listen to his words and immediately die for him without changing his face.
Either give him almost three months to completely make the people of Stinkwater Street obey him, or now his spiritual energy has suddenly increased dramatically.
Other than that, he doesn't have the ability to make others die without a brain.
He uses psionic influence to control others, and also exercises authoritarian rule, but this is only to achieve the ultimate goal and the most perfect result.
If the perfect system in the future requires that there must be a supreme and eternal emperor in the world, he will also be the emperor of the common shovel, not a rotten feudal monarch.
"We can't stay here in the Stinky Water River, and there is no need to stay, this place has now become a tasteless place to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it."
"We've got what we want, in a sense, but now it's up to them to risk their lives to follow us."
Shen Sen put down the cup, walked to the wooden door that had been kicked and smashed, and looked at the crowd that was gathering by the river in the distance.
……
It is not easy to find an open place here in the Stinky River, and there is no building that can accommodate more than 3,000 people.
So I had to keep everything simple and gather the crowd by the river that smelled sour.
But even so, the people who spontaneously gathered here at this moment did not change their faces, and listened carefully to the shocking information brought by Carlo without being affected in the slightest.
"Just now, the bandits of the Moldy Country Gang came to the door!"
"They demanded the dissolution of the Truth Society, and overbearing announced that Stinkwater Street would be managed by them in the future, so let us and Mr. Shen Sen get out of here!"
Carlro's face was heavy, and he looked very angry, and he reluctantly passed the news to the people who had gathered together.
"What?"
"They're bastards!"
"Damn bullies, shameless scumbags......"
The crowd was restless, and Carlro's notice was passed to them along with anger.
"So now, what I need to tell you is that Mr. Shen Sen doesn't have enough strength to deal with the moldy people, and we may really have to withdraw from here......"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly fell silent in an instant, as if none of them had recovered from this sudden news.
Mr. Shen Sen is leaving......
The people of the Truth Society are leaving......
So what do we do?
Everyone knew that if the notorious Moldy Gang were to run here, their own fate would be much worse than it is now.
But even so, everyone was silent as if they had suddenly suffered from aphasia.
Carlo quietly glanced at the crowd, looking at the panic in the crowd with a hint of helplessness, but at this moment he recalled what Shen Sen had told him when he left.
"Tell them all the reality that everything about them, including life, is of little value to us, and we don't take the initiative to do anything for them.
We cannot decide their fate, nor can we decide their life or death, his fate can only be decided by themselves, and the same is true of their life and death.
If they are willing to give me their lives when they are oppressed, then I will assure them that I will put their lives to good use. ”
For a long time, Carlo looked at the crowd that was agitated, but still no one made a sound, and he didn't say much.
He nodded downward, and without saying anything more, he left.
In the crowd, the ignorant Zefani also felt a storm of pressure at this moment.
She looked at her mother who was hesitant and flustered at the moment, and then looked at other people who had the same expression as her mother, and took back what she wanted to say.
The moldy people are a very bad, bad gang, and that's something that even she knows.
But she couldn't understand why these adults didn't stand with Mr. Shen Sen and rebel against those villains together.
Zevanie looked around helplessly, subconsciously looking for her black neighbor, wondering how he was feeling at the moment.
Luckily, she found her neighbor at the front, the black man with the badge on his chest and a solemn expression on his face.
His expression barely wavered as before, but instead looked more resolute, and there was no blow to bring him to his knees.
I don't know why, after seeing this scene, Zefani's panicked heart gradually returned to calm......