Chapter 405:

He continued: "You know, Li Huai will never be forced again. Li Huai may be killed, but that will bring prompt punishment. Maharaja Jahan Bihar has begun to inquire about Li Huai via telegram, as As you know, it started soon. Li Huai or Li Huai’s slayer must be alive immediately, so Li Huai refused to accept anyone’s orders or money, but the most powerful – Li Huai gave him Li Hua’s protection Li Huai has only one power to be sentenced to death. If Mahatma thinks it is safer in the United States, Li Huai and my friends will see him get there. This is Li Huai’s sacrifice.
He continued: "In my heart, I have a hard bargaining with Mahatma. I intend to provide him with protection in exchange for knowledge. However, it is not fair to bargain with a person who is deeply troubled like him. Yes. Therefore, I unconditionally provide him with protection."
In this way, he threw the black saree aside, strode to the narrow carpet, to the place where Mahatma was sitting next to me, only nodded politely, and turned around. Before King Kong reached Li Huai, Mahatma squatted and summoned a bent index finger, like a man trying to coax a snake out of a hole. Jin stood there smiling, looking down into his eyes, suddenly losing the look of staring at infinity. He recognized Jin and actually smiled.
"Good point!" He said politely. "You are brave and honest. Your government is helpless, but you and your friends will live because of the proposal you just gave me."
Watching his eyes on his back, he doesn't need an expert to know that the hurricane is burning. But Jin was very clear about his temper and must be very clear about the danger, so he continued to talk calmly with Mahatma.
"You were also sentenced to death, my friend."
Mahatma shook his head.
"Your government can do nothing. Listen!"
At that moment, I thought he was going to let Li listen to the order, and issued an order to about twelve women who entered the hall through a door behind the throne. But when I tried to follow the intention of her command, I heard another voice, no matter how far away it was, as infallible as the ringing of a bell or any other voice that conveys its instant information to the mind. If you have ever heard the roar of a mob, don't mind the mob, the roaring place or the roaring language, you will never regard it as any other sound again.
Mahatma said: "They have told the people." "Now, unless I am released, the people will overthrow the palace. Therefore, I can freely assign work."
Li Huai is not the only one who recognizes this turmoil. Almost the first person to realize this. A second after she heard the sound in her ears, the women ran from Ismail's letter, saying that the mob thundered at the gate and demanded the Mahatma. After a second, the news spread throughout the hall. Although there was no panic, it was completely possible to decide what to do. The mob wanted Mahatma. Let it have him! They shouted to expel Mahatma!
Jin turned around and finally faced Yasmini again, their eyes meeting on the length of the long carpet. He laughed, and she laughed at him again.
Mahatma said: "Nevertheless, Mahatma put one hand on Jin's shoulder, and the other hand stretched to me. She said: "She is more trustworthy than the calm of the typhoon. follow me. "
With arms around everyone in Li Wei, he began to lead people through the maze of corridors and halls.
He is right. She cannot be trusted. She laughed at the king, but the laughter concealed her despair. Before Li Huai arrived at the auditorium, at least dozens of women rushed to the king and me, dragging Li Huai away from Mahatma, and making Li Huai a prisoner again. So far, Mahatma has shown a new stage in his extraordinary role.
At that time, I was very tired and hurt by a woman. Suddenly, Mahatma grabbed my arm and spoke out his loud, strange, metallic voice, which I had never heard before. It brings strict attention to the entire assembly of Peng. This is the note of command, alarm, announcement, and challenge. It reverberates with the solemnity of firing a cannon. You may have heard of the pin drop.
"I'll go. These two will come together. Can I wait a moment and let the mob come in and pick me up?"
But Yasmini now had time to regain her arrogance. She was not in the mood to be overwhelmed by any man who had been deceived by her to obtain secrets from him. Her laughter was a challenging challenge because she stood on the throne with one hand in a royal arrogance.
"Okay! Let the mob come! I can manage the mob too!"
Although her voice lacks a sense of humor, her voice is as attractive as his. There is no doubt that she is brave and has no faith, and she can deal with any tribe that might pass through the gate. However, she is not the only woman in the room, more than women. Of course, one of them is not her servant, but the guests who invited her to coax her out of their fortress, partly because of the temptation of curiosity and partly because Skillful proficiency in their first desires.
There is no doubt that her own women know her wit, and they may have lined up behind her to resist the mob. But no one else! They knew very well what reaction they would have if they should be defiled by passionate "untouchables" such as clamoring to see their beloved Mahatma at the gate. As those homeless people see, this is an anger, and the husband will never forgive it. Everyone is happy for the excuse to tighten the tyranny.
Fear and indignation screamed perfectly. It was like the noise of a thousand angry parrots, even though it was worse than the terrible anger of any bird. Humans are afraid of scandals and overshadow everything.
She would no longer be afraid of as many men as trained animals. She knew very well that she had to deal with certain things as cruelly as herself. She made up her mind, but she didn't have her understanding. Facing one's own position, this is a kind of education. To see her expression change, watching those women, firstly because of her own indomitable spirit to accept the challenge, and then realize that they cannot be brave like men, but If they don't trample under her hands, they must yield. She stood there reading a book, like a two-shot man might read the posture that summoned him to surrender. She deliberately chose to surrender, because all future opportunities will be replaced by surrender, not an absolute failure. But she raised her master even when she surrendered.
"Are you scared, all the women?" she exclaimed with a golden smile. "Well, who would blame you? I dare not ask you so soon. Li Huai will let Mahatma go and take his friends. You can go!" She said, nodding to Li Huai three times.
But this is not enough for some of them. Compared with a woman whose old prejudice is disturbed, she is a gentle animal with a bear cub in spring, and a typhoon is more reasonable. The six people screamed that two of Li Hao were white people. They had broken in and should have killed Li Hao.
"Come!" Urged Mahatma, dragging Jin and me. Li Huai hurriedly walked out of the hall, shouting "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!" Behind Li Huai was ear-piercing. Maybe she also admitted this, or maybe she couldn't stop it, because Li Huai heard rapid footsteps. In order to run faster, I gave up the fifteen thousand dollars.
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