The Year of the Demon - Chapter Fifty-Four: All Victory and Defeat Are Set in Stone

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Only two people remained in the room: the composed and composed Song Sicheng and the aggressive young man, who unwittingly turned the room into a battlefield.
Xu Yunmu drank and made merry, keeping the situation under control. With a bright look in his eyes, he looked at the old temple official in front of him and said jokingly, "To be honest, I, Xu, know the rules of the Dali Temple very well. All the gold and silver treasures brought by the prisoners, as well as the beautiful wives and daughters in their homes, are your exclusive property, and no one else is allowed to touch them. Do you agree?"
Song Sicheng burst into laughter, his chest trembling, and readily admitted, "Yes, absolutely right."
Xu Yunmu ate meat heartily and drank wine, not forgetting to talk about matters of men and women, saying: "Which of these people who are imprisoned in Dali Temple are not rich and noble men? Their wives and daughters must taste quite good, right?"
Sitting in his chair, Song Sicheng, completely disregarding his image, grabbed a chicken leg and began to devour it, saying, "Haha, you really are a spoiled young master, just like your older brother."
Xu Yunmu leaned forward, feigning a humble request for advice, and said with a wicked smile, "Then let me ask you, I wonder what tricks Minister Song has up his sleeve when dealing with them."
While devouring a chicken leg, Song Sicheng shared his experience: "Take these ladies of the lords for example. They are all from prestigious families, daughters of noble families. Some of them are young married women, and these are the best. They are also the easiest to seduce in bed."
Xu Yunmu's eyes lit up as he asked, "Then, how about the older ones?"
Song Sicheng said smugly, "We don't care about the older ones. It's the middle-aged ones, those in their thirties or forties, who are the most fun to play with and the most arrogant. Normally, they are served by others, but here, they have to do whatever we say."
Xu Yunmu laughed and said, "To tell you the truth, right here in the Dali Temple, I, as your younger brother, broke your rules and couldn't help but sleep with the latter one you mentioned. She is a well-educated and reasonable lady, old enough to be my mother. I did it with her right there in my own room."
Song Sicheng, his eyes sparkling, said, "It's truly impossible to guard against; I wonder what it'll taste like?"
Xu Yunmu closed his eyes and savored the memory, then laughed without any hesitation, "Her feeling was much more comfortable than that of a young girl. Holding her in my arms was like holding a beautiful jade, so smooth that it made my whole body feel weak. The most comfortable thing was her coy and welcoming manner."
Song Sicheng poured himself another cup of wine and laughed out loud, "I'm glad you're comfortable, but you'd better watch out in the future. I might come back someday, brother."
Xu Yunmu propped his face up with a smile and said, "I didn't have a good feeling about this day. Brother, you've been domineering and arrogant in the Dali Temple for many years. Isn't this a result of your own actions?"
Song Sicheng laughed heartily, "It's like a dream, you young man. You're just like a child playing around. But I'm smart enough to enjoy everything I've been given. Today, I really brought this on myself. Do you still remember that little wench?"
Xu Yunmu's expression changed, his eyes turning icy as he asked, "How is it?"
At this moment, Song Sicheng's old face was contorted with malice. His narrowed eyes revealed a sly smile as he pointed his thumb at the secret room in his room, laughing like an old fox. "You don't know, do you? That toad Wang Er treats her like a goddess, and she doesn't even want to look at him twice. But I'm in this secret room, tied up his goddess, and stripped her naked. Her breasts are top-notch; tying them up with thick ropes is the perfect way to do it!"
Xu Yunmu had completely lost his previous amiable demeanor and was now looking at him like he was a clown.
Song Sicheng's twisted psychology was now at its most arrogant, like a child eager to share his secrets. Immersed in his own world, he boasted, "You kid, you'll never see this. I just tied her little wench's breasts with a thick rope, and they swelled up and rolled around. It was as good as it looked. Then I stood behind her, rubbed her breasts with my hands, and shoved it into her ass. I came in just a few strokes, and she was crying and screaming. I even fucked her dozens of times in different positions. Kid, tell me, even though I'm almost in my grave, isn't my life more worthwhile than yours?"
Xu Yunmu's face was no longer calm; his expression and demeanor were equally gloomy as he said, "If you're just trying to disgust me before you leave, then let me tell you, after you're gone, Manager Chen will send all those pampered wives that should belong to you to my bed, and he'll make them all kneel down and suck my dick!"
These words truly stung Song Sicheng's nerves. He suddenly sprang up, veins bulging on both sides of his forehead, his narrowed eyes seemingly about to pop out. He slumped onto the table, his refined demeanor vanished, and roared wildly, "You damn dog! What are you? You think Prime Minister Sun will let you get away with this piece of trash by finding a few useless people to oust your master?"
Xu Yunmu slowly got up, took a deep breath, looked at his gray hair, and decisively grabbed his collar and hair, dragging him off the table like a dead dog. The dishes and wine on the table crashed to the ground with a loud bang. All that could be heard outside was the noise, the things being thrown around, and Song Sicheng's howling like a mad dog. Just as Wang Er was about to lead his men in, the door was kicked open with a bang.
Xu Yunmu, a handsome and tall man, was dressed in a red official robe that was stained with wine and food, but he didn't care at all. He was dragging the even more disheveled Song Sicheng by his left hand.
Song Sicheng was fat and heavy. Pots and pans were smashed everywhere, and the table was broken. He was covered in food and wine, his hair was torn, and his face was covered in bruises. He collapsed on the ground and was dragged out by Xu Yunmu.
This unprecedented spectacle took place inside the Dali Temple of Northern Yan. Everyone watching was terrified, their blood boiling, their chests pounding like drums, as they watched the top official, Song, being forcefully forced to abdicate by the second-in-command, the new Shaoqing, without any prior warning.
Song Sicheng, who was crawling on the ground like a mad dog, had his hair pulled out in clumps. Xu Yunmu was even more ruthless, dragging him down the hard stone steps like a dead dog and throwing him directly in front of everyone. Wang Yashi thought that he had already cursed him, and it would be unmanly not to take action now.
He recklessly struck Song Sicheng in the back.
With a muffled thud, Song Sicheng let out a terrible scream, his face covered in bruises and bloodstains, almost fainting, trembling and unable to get up.
Xu Yunmu didn't waste any more words and went straight to the point: "From now on, the rules of our Dali Temple must be changed. Women must earn their money through their own abilities. The money they bring in should be divided according to how it is divided. Before, each brother would get one share of the money, but now each brother can get three shares. If you want to follow me, the new Junior Minister, come up and kick this bastard a couple of times. Don't kick him too hard, or he'll die and there will be no fun left!"
Wang, the clerk, hopped over and kicked the arrogant Song, the magnanimous magistrate, hard in the backside, shouting, "What are you standing there for? Come and beat him up!"
The Dali Temple was crowded and filled with resentment. As soon as they arrived, they trampled Song, the Temple Magistrate, all over with shoe prints. At first, he shouted some harsh words, but later he couldn't even utter a curse.
Xu Yunmu sneered, "Strip him of his official robes."
A group of people rushed forward and quickly surrounded Song Sicheng, tearing at his ripped official robes. Xu Yunmu, who was watching coldly from the side, felt as if he had finally released a long-suppressed resentment. From now on, everything about him would be rewritten!

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