Chapter 1192: Don't Love, There's No Good End!

"You look down on my cult, then I must invite you to join us even more. You can plan and reform my cult yourself. I promise, I will absolutely not interfere, how about that?"

Zhang Daohe was sincere and full of sincerity.

Chen Guanlou didn't believe a single word.

Saying no interference today, tomorrow he'll have to change his words.

This kind of thing, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. There were too many lessons from TV, movies, novels, and operas.

The essence of human beings is to go back on their words and be untrustworthy!

The promise made at this moment is only responsible for this moment. Once this moment ends, the promise is void!

Yet some people have brains flooded with water, and they actually take a casual promise from others seriously. Afterward, when the other party fails to fulfill the promise, they can't take it and want to die.

A bunch of idiots!

He chuckled and pointed to his own face. "Brother Zhang, I at least call you Brother Zhang; do you think I look like a fool? How can you treat me like a fool and play with me?"

"Brother Chen, you've misunderstood; how would I dare! I am sincere..."

"Get lost!" Chen Guanlou was impatient and directly interrupted the other party. "Cultivate if you want to cultivate; why talk about reforming your cult. A perfectly good Warden not doing his job, following you to do the business of rebellion, and it absolutely won't succeed—am I crazy or stupid? Put away that set of yours for fooling cult members; it's useless on me. When it comes to fooling, this official is the founding ancestor! That's it, the proper business is finished, you can retreat!"

Zhang Daohe laughed in anger.

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I truly love and hate you!"

Chen Guanlou slanted his eyes at the other party. "Don't love, there's no good end. Hating me is enough!"

"Brother Chen, I truly want to abduct you into my cult." Zhang Daohe treasured him even more; what a talent! Wasting such talent in the Heavenly Prison was a huge waste.

The White Lotus Cult needed such talent!

Chen Guanlou wasn't even willing to give the other party a straight look. "I believe you are sincere, but I don't care. There are many people who are sincere to me; one more of you isn't much, and one less of you isn't little.

You continue your business as a wanted criminal, and I continue my business of eating public food. We don't interfere with each other, and we can cooperate occasionally. People must have a sense of boundaries; don't covet what doesn't belong to you!"

"So what if I'm a wanted criminal? The Embroidered Uniform Guard can't catch me. A bunch of wine bags and rice sacks!"

Chen Guanlou smiled but didn't smile. "Do you believe that I will notify the Embroidered Uniform Guard now and let them invite the two Grandmasters from the palace to take action? I'm actually very curious whether Sect Master Zhang can retreat unscathed against two Grandmasters!"

"You won't do that; I believe you!"

When he said the two words 'believe you', it was affectionate. It was more affectionate than the look at a dog.

Chen Guanlou's cheeks twitched; he was disgusted. "Get lost quickly! Don't come looking for me if there's nothing to do. Just notify me when you find the cultivation channel."

If it weren't for the fact that he had a thought about cultivation, he would have overturned the table and turned his face long ago.

Those who play with cults have skin as thick as city walls. They can't be scolded away, and they can't be beaten away! It's like a chaste woman fearing a pestering man; Zhang Daohe was a pestering man at this moment!

Of course, Chen Guanlou firmly refused to admit that he was a chaste woman! He was just disgusted!

He had finally tasted the pain of being fooled and fed poisonous chicken soup.

He decided that in the future, he would be slightly more humane to the prisoners in the Grade A prison.

Zhang Daohe was very regretful and very disappointed.

Their cult was actually quite good.

The people below might not have a good life, but the people at the top lived like gods.

Why didn't Brother Chen believe him?

Logically speaking, since they opened the underground palace last time and saw him mobilize a large amount of manpower and material resources and invest a large amount of wealth, he should have known their cult's strength.

Sigh!

What's so good about public food? A bowl of undercooked rice—how could it be as good as their cult's food.

"Brother Chen, you are young and ignorant; forget it! I'll go do proper business first. I'll come back to chat with you next time. I hope that when I come back next time, your prejudice against my cult will be less. They are all a bunch of frustrated people; the government won't stand up for them, so I stand up for them—what's wrong with that."

Chen Guanlou chuckled coldly and didn't respond!

Everyone thinks what they do is righteous; dare I ask who is evil?

Everyone says they are not wrong, so who is wrong?

A cult is a cult; stop whitewashing peace.

Have the innocent people killed by these cults over the years been few? Case after case, although there are a few that were framed and wronged, the remaining eighty percent were done by cult bandits.

These cult bandits kill officials fiercely, and they kill innocent people just as fiercely; their methods are so vicious that calling them bandits is an insult to bandits!

He is a Warden; he has seen many bloody case files at the Ministry of Justice.

Officials in the prison have a bad habit of writing case files, which is to be brief; they won't describe the scene in detail, only writing how many people died, whether the corpses were complete, whether they were humiliated before death, or abused...

A few understated sentences summarize everything the victims suffered.

Even with such brief case files, he could see the bloody cruelty in them; one could imagine how appalling the scene was!

This wasn't an isolated case of a cult branch in a certain place, but an organized and planned action on a national scale.

"As long as you think what you are doing is right, there is no need to seek my approval."

Chen Guanlou retorted to the other party.

"In the past, I was indeed young and ignorant, and I would occasionally sympathize with you people. I would give convenience whenever I could. Now, whether you live or die has nothing to do with me!"

Zhang Daohe frowned upon hearing this. "Brother Chen has a deep prejudice against my cult."

"I serve in the Heavenly Prison and often go to the Ministry of Justice. I always see some information that outsiders cannot access. Sect Master Zhang, the ten great tortures your cult uses to clean up people are very creative! Women, children, old, and young—you do it to everyone; you are indeed impartial. It's a pity that I am the one who can't bear to see others bullying children and women. You tell me... such a garbage organization, what face do you have to pull me into the gang?"

Zhang Daohe's expression became serious, his gaze sharp. "I'm not very clear about these things you mentioned; it's all people below doing things. You also know that these past few years I've been busy searching for opportunities, and the trivial matters in the cult are basically not asked by me; they are all handed over to several elders and the hall masters below to be responsible for.

I'm not shirking responsibility. Since you reminded me today, I guarantee that after I go back, I will definitely investigate this matter and punish them severely. What ten great tortures—we are not the government; we absolutely do not kill innocent people."

Chen Guanlou was too lazy to roll his eyes; he was afraid of rolling his eyes until they rotted.

"Sect Master Zhang has high morals; I'll wait for your good news. Go well, I won't see you off!"

Zhang Daohe sighed, knowing very well that the recruitment plan had failed again. Forget it, forget it, talk about it next time.

"Brother Chen, take care! I will definitely notify you in time once I have news, and if you find useful information, please notify me in time. The contact address has been left for you! Farewell!"

Chen Guanlou waved his hand and watched Zhang Daohe leave.

He despised himself; he wasn't a good person either!

The cult leader breaking into the prison tonight—heh, it's enough for Xiao Jincheng to drink a pot! ===== CHAPTER 1193 =====