1252: C1252 Active and Passive

C1252 Active and Passive

The man who tried to take credit, but failed, thought that his lie was so convincing that he couldn't find any flaws in it.

However, in Sanzhu Zarro's eyes, he was just a clown. From the moment he opened his mouth, Sanzhu Zarro had already seen through his little thoughts.

"What do you think of this matter?"

Sanzhu looked at the upper echelons of the Church of the Red Shirt below and calmly asked.

The people below looked troubled as they explained. As the upper echelons of the Church of the Red Shirt, they were naturally extraordinary people. They also knew very well that Sang Guzalo was not a reckless person.

Moreover, Sanzhu Zarro did not particularly like those illusory things. Therefore, if one did not have a hundred percent certainty in speaking in front of him, one must not speak carelessly.

Those seemingly very reasonable actions were actually a bunch of nonsense. It was impossible for Sanzhu Zarro to do so. If his head was not properly handled, he would have to move.

However, this was also a very good opportunity to show off. Sandalou treated those useless people who only knew how to muddle along very cruelly.

However, to those people who could get along with him at critical moments, he would not be stingy with the rewards.

His way of handling things was neither black nor white. There had never been a vague gray area where rewards and punishments were clearly defined.

Even though his position as the sect master was not proper and proper, these few years when he was the sect master, he did not only know how to kill and go crazy.

Under his governance of neither black nor white, the strength of the Red Shirt Sect also increased, reaching a height that even the old sect master could not reach when he was in power.

"Reporting to the sect master!"

At this time, a person walked out and bowed towards Sang Zhu Zarro. He then said, "This subordinate believes that it is not complicated at this moment. The rules are very clear. Without the permission of the Sect Leader, no outer sect is allowed to have private contact with anyone outside. "

"So this time, no matter what kind of business the Ghost Zaar Tribe has with that unknown outsider, he has already violated the rules of the sect. We should send people to arrest him and behead him to the public!"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, feeling extremely nervous.

Every time he spoke in the great hall, it was a huge gamble. If he won, he would soar, and if he lost, the consequences would be inestimable. If he lost, he would be demoted, and if he lost, his head would move.

At this moment, he had already expressed his intentions. He was waiting for Sanzhu Zarro's final decision.

"Idiot!"

Who would have thought that after Sanzhu Zarro heard this, he immediately berated, scaring that person until he fell to his knees with a plop. He hurriedly said, "Reporting to the sect master, I am only speaking in accordance with the Red Shirt Sect's rules."

"That is why I said that you are unbelievably foolish!"

Sanzhu Zarro sternly said, "The rules of the Church of the Red Shirt do indeed prohibit any external influence from privately contacting outsiders."

"But it means that they take the initiative to come into contact with them, and not that they'll be executed according to the rules as long as they come into contact with them."

"If that's the case, then if there are outsiders who want to get rid of them and directly send people to charge into their camp, wouldn't that be considered as coming into contact with them?"

When that person heard this, his face turned deathly pale, and he hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Sect Master, please calm your anger. This subordinate is slow-witted, it is this subordinate that did not consider things properly."

Sanzhu Zarro snorted coldly and said, "There is a human head inside, but there is a pig brain inside. You still have the face to stand in this hall. Pass on my order. From today onwards, you will be demoted to a soldier, and you will be exempt from the title of nobility!"

"Thank you, Patriarch. This subordinate accepts the order!"

This punishment seemed severe, but in that person's ears, it was even better than immortal music.

It did not matter if he was demoted to a pawn or removed from his title. What was important was that he could at least keep his life.

After Sang Zhu Zarro berated that person outside the hall, he said angrily to the group of people with lowered heads and nervous expressions, "All of you enjoy riches and glory. When I need all of you, all of you will become pigs!"

" If I can't think of a good way, I will demote all of you to pawns and remove all your titles! "2

His words made everyone shiver.

They all knew Sanzhu Zarro's personality very well. His words were definitely not just to scare them. He would definitely do what he said.

"Reporting to the sect leader!"

At this time, another person stood up with a stiff scalp and said, "This subordinate thinks that this matter is not difficult to deal with."

"That outsider's identity is unknown, his objective unknown. Before finding out the truth, we can't easily come to a conclusion."

"However, we have to make two preparations. This subordinate recommends that we immediately send a group of elite troops to infiltrate the vicinity of the Ghost Zaar Tribe as fast as possible and await orders."

"Secondly, we need to observe the changes. No matter what identity that outsider has, or what objective he has, the Ghost Zaar Tribe should report the situation to the Sect Leader as soon as possible."

"If the situation is reasonable, then there is no need to punish the Ghost Zaar Tribe. However, if no one from the Ghost Zaar Tribe comes to report before dawn, it means that there must be something shady going on between them and that outsider."

"In this way, the elite troops hiding near the Gui Zha Tribe can launch a surprise attack and capture the old Gui Zha in one fell swoop. The Sect Leader will personally interrogate him and we will know!"

After he finished speaking, that person lowered his head. He was so nervous that his two legs could not help but tremble.

The first person to speak had been demoted to a soldier because he had said something wrong, and all of his titles had been removed.

However, this was already considered the luckiest of the unfortunate.

But no one could guarantee that Sanzhu Zarro would still be so 'benevolent' in the future.

The few seconds after he finished speaking were as long as centuries to that person.

"Did you hear that!?"

Sanzhu Zarro looked at the trembling higher-ups and pointed at the speaker. "This is what you people who enjoy wealth and glory should say and think of!"

"If every one of you can think of such a good idea when you need it, then why would my Red Shirt Sect worry about not being able to make a meteoric rise?"

When the person heard this, he was so excited that he saw stars. He could not help but kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly.

"Send my orders. Grant one thousand gold ingots, five thousand silver ingots, five hundred fine horses, and a promotion of three ranks!"

Sanzhu Zarro ordered.

That man was so excited that he almost cried.

Everyone who was qualified to stand in this hall had a very high position in the Church of the Red Shirt.

Even if they were one level higher, they would still be like a carp leaping over a dragon's gate.

Not to mention three consecutive levels, this was simply a meteoric rise!

"Many thanks, Sect Leader. This subordinate swears to follow Sect Leader to the death, willing to sacrifice my life for Sect Leader!"

That person excitedly kowtowed and expressed his gratitude. These words were not words of praise, but from the bottom of his heart, he was extremely grateful to Sang Zhuzalo.

This was also one of the reasons why Sandalou was so powerful. He had mastered the theory of radish sticks, so his position as Sect Leader had always been as stable as Mount Tai.

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