"Enough, stop talking!" The thought of a group of frail women being dragged by street thugs into a dark alley, their clothes torn to shreds, made Chris Brooks's scalp tingle. "Just keep them all here, that's enough. Usually, you send someone to give them something to eat, just don't let them starve to death. As for the future..."

"Wise decision, sir!" The bailiffs and jailers flattered loudly, but unconsciously exchanged knowing looks. Still claim not to be a beast? Wanting to monopolize other people's wives and daughters, yet able to come up with such a dignified excuse—saving lives, saving lives... Heh! Truly a Buddha's disciple, much more clever than a beast!

Seeing their reactions, Chris Brooks immediately guessed what they were really thinking, and was so angry he wanted to punch them. But then he thought again: keeping so many women around was indeed a messy business. Not only would it ruin his own reputation, but what if one of them was determined to avenge Mahama, and while the servants weren't paying attention, slipped some poison into his food? He'd have to transmigrate all over again.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and sighed, deciding to go with the local customs. "No need to wait for the future, each of you can take one home now. If you fancy someone, go to the back garden and pick. And you..." He turned his gaze to the eager Mr. Sullivan, and continued, shaking his head, "You too, you can take one home. But no one is allowed to force anyone. If they don't want to go with you, just let it be. Anyway, with our current situation, a few more mouths to feed won't make a difference!"

"Wise decision, sir!" The men were overjoyed, showering Chris Brooks with thanks. Although Mah Kongmu looked like a pig, the wives and daughters he had married were all as fresh and beautiful as flowers. Quite a few even had a faint blue in their eyes, adding a unique allure.

Women of this caliber—they usually didn't even have a chance to look at them, let alone share a bed. Now each could have one to warm their bed—how could they not be moved to tears? Truly a Buddha's disciple, so righteous, their flattery hadn't been in vain!

"Go pick now, but discuss among yourselves—no fighting!" Chris Brooks waved his hand, feeling bored. The whole point of the uprising was to seize houses, money, and women. Why did this scene feel so familiar? Wasn't this just like the scene from "The True Story of Ah Q" in the high school textbook? That guy named Lu was really something. With just a pen, he captured centuries of human nature.

"Mighty sir!" The bailiffs and jailers hadn't read "The True Story of Ah Q," but upon hearing Chris Brooks's words, they cheered in unison and dashed off toward the back garden, afraid that if they were too slow, they'd only get the leftovers.

Watching their jubilant backs, Chris Brooks let out a long sigh. He had clearly saved a few women's lives, yet he couldn't feel happy at all. He just felt like a human trafficker, forcing good girls into the hands of thugs.

"Leave the prettiest and youngest one for the lord, no one else is allowed to touch her!" Mr. Sullivan didn't join the others in picking women, but rushed to the window and shouted a reminder.

"No need!" Chris Brooks immediately waved his hand in refusal. "I'm not into that."

"You're not into that?!" Mr. Sullivan was stunned, his gaze shifting from the window back to Chris Brooks, sneaking a glance at his lower body. With that build and age, how could he not be into that? Was it because he'd been possessed by Maitreya Buddha and really couldn't be with women anymore? But between his legs, there was clearly a large bulge under his clothes—judging by the outline, it was quite impressive. How could such a big guy be useless?!

Chris Brooks immediately noticed the odd look in his eyes, awkwardly crossed his legs, and said loudly, "It's morning wood, do you understand morning wood? Forget it, you ancients wouldn't get it anyway!"

As for what morning wood was, Mr. Sullivan really didn't understand. But Chris Brooks's last sentence confused him even more. Ancients? He was right here, face to face, giving advice—how did he suddenly become an ancient?! Could "ancient" have some special meaning?

Thinking of how the other was only eighteen or nineteen, and had already declared several times since morning that he didn't like women, he suddenly felt a chill at his backside, hurriedly took a few steps back, and pressed his back firmly against the wall.

Chris Brooks was startled by his chaste and virtuous posture, and after much effort, finally figured out where the misunderstanding lay. He couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly in exasperation, spat on the ground, and cursed with a laugh, "You old pansy, can't you think of something proper! Why are you so far away? I'm not going to eat you! Hurry up and sit over here, I have something to ask you!"

"Yes, sir!" Mr. Sullivan replied repeatedly, but still refused to come within three feet of the wall.

Chris Brooks had no choice but to let him be. After thinking for a moment, he put on a serious expression and said, "What you meant just now was, when I go to see Sesame Li, Chief Steward Li, I shouldn't mention the reward anymore?!"