Free Web NovelChapter 1189: Chapter 1120: The 10.6 Parliament Hill Riot (Double-Length Chapter) (2)
"What do you want? Let’s negotiate. The councilors are discussing it. Go back first." The old priest, dressed in pajamas, looked at them helplessly.
"No, we want to meet in person and lay out the stakes!"
"Laying out the stakes may not lead to any results."
"If there are no results, we’ll continue laying out the stakes until there are results!"
"Why go to such lengths?"
"If they have the guts, let them kill us. We just want a result."
A guild leader in a silk robe couldn’t hold back and rushed out, swinging a horsewhip: "You mud-legged people dare storm the Parliament Hill? Do you want to die?"
Seeing this guild leader, many of the helpers and laborers instinctively stopped in their tracks.
After all, they had suffered under his whip before, forming a subconscious reaction.
It was extremely dangerous at that moment. If their momentum was truly stopped, their spirit would dissipate completely.
Farabauer would not tolerate such a situation.
He pushed through the crowd with his shoulder, and as the guild leader was raging arrogantly, he snatched the horsewhip.
"Hey, do you want to reach the sky?"
"Live? You’ve pushed us to this point, is there still any life left?"
With a raised horsewhip, Farabauer gritted his teeth, lowered his arm heavily, and the whip lashed across the guild leader’s face.
"Snap—"
"Ouch, how dare you hit me, fine, I remember you now!"
The guild leader’s lip split from the lash, trembling with anger.
He pointed at Farabauer’s nose, just about to call for people, but was hurriedly pinned down by the helpers rushing forward.
"I’ve remembered you, and you, as well, I’ve remembered all of you!"
Amidst the chaos, someone, eyes turned red, picked up a roadside stone and "bang" hit the guild leader’s head.
The glaring blood instantly spilled all over the ground, and the guild leader touched his head blankly, not reacting at once.
Blood was actually drawn!
The blood seemed to awaken the ferocity within the helpers, who immediately realized that if the guild leader remained alive, it would mean endless trouble in the future.
The next second, the initial shoving and restraining turned into beating and kicking.
The formerly numb and timid laborers seemed to pour out all their anger at that moment.
Starting work before dawn and not allowed to leave even at midnight.
Working from morning till night without a moment of rest; even if they fell sick, they would be fined.
The Holy Alliance came, and finally, they had lunch breaks and sick leaves, and now they’re trying to drive them away.
Damn you!
Fists and feet rained down on the guild leader. At first, he could still shout, but soon his shouts turned into pleas for mercy.
Soon after, his pleas for mercy grew weaker, and when Farabauer pulled everyone away, only a battered corpse was left on the ground.
"Who else wants to stop us?!" Farabauer raised the blood-stained whip, his voice hoarse.
The old priest and other local gentry and scholars who had initially come forward to dissuade them all shut their mouths tightly.
The crowd grew madder.
A son of an oligarch rode over on a horse, just about to scold, only to be dragged down by the helpers and beaten to death bare-handed by the roadside.
Several citizens who tried to intervene were either shoved to the ground or knocked unconscious with a hammer to the forehead.
In less than a quarter of an hour, seven or eight bodies lay outside the Parliament Hill.
There were stewards, guild presidents, even relatives and friends of oligarchs.
The blood flowed down the cobblestone road, staining the roadside wild grass red, terrifying the citizens hiding in the distance into shivering all over.
Gone mad, this group of lowly migrant workers and helpers had gone mad.
Inside the assembly hall on Parliament Hill, the smell of blood wafted in through the door gaps, turning the councilors pale.
Valeris, who had been pacing incessantly, was now frantically shouting, "It’s out of control! Quickly deploy the army to suppress it!"
"The army?" Traylor sneered, leaning back in his chair, "The Defensive Army is either made up of farmers or helpers.
They’re all outside the city striking with the farmers now. You want to ask them?"
"Then, then request the nobles to send troops!" Gatz stomped anxiously, "Dawn Island still has many old aristocrats, they would surely be willing to help us!"
Bradak raised his eyes, his gaze cold: "Nobles? You dare let them bring troops into the city?
If they seize power under the banner of suppressing rioters and side with Leia, can you bear that responsibility?
At that point, the regular army of the Holy Alliance will really have to move, do you want Dawn Island to face another civil war?"
Valeris, shaking with rage, pointed at Bradak’s nose and cursed: "You’re being unreasonable, you’re dragging us all to die here!"
"This is what you chose yourselves, Speaker!"
Gatz climbed over the desk and came before Bradak, speaking in a low voice: "Brother, we were a bit stern earlier.
But that was all a private matter behind closed doors among ourselves.
Now the situation is so urgent, if the rioters break in and anything goes against their will, we are all doomed.
We are all on the same side, the councilors should unite against the external threat.
How about this, the future Speaker of the Dawn Island Federation, you take that position, how about it?"
Bradak glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and merely glanced out the window.
The shouting outside grew louder, accompanied by the sound of doors being smashed.
He knew that the helpers had already started attacking the oligarchs’ industries and mansions.
Seeing Bradak remain silent, Gatz couldn’t hold back: "Say something."
"Who among you is internal, who among you is on the same side?" Bradak glared at him, "If you vote to join Falan, fine, I’ll wait and die with you.
At that time, Lady Joan will bring the army to clean up the mess."
