Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han played with his phone.

After giving Wang Bawan instructions, he leaned back in his chair.

The cell phone was spinning at Wang Han's fingertips.

Not caring whether there was an uproar in the domestic underworld, Wang Han was thinking about what to do next.

Before I knew it, it was daybreak.

Wang Han stood at the door of the ancient church of the Holy Light Church and looked down.

The clergy of the Holy Light Church below have already begun making final preparations for Wang Han's coronation ceremony.

Wang Han calmly looked at this relatively quiet and peaceful world.

I never thought that one day I would become the leader of the largest church. Life is always full of surprises.

Taber came over from the side and said, "Your Holiness, this morning at seven o'clock is your breakfast time. At nine o'clock you need to wake up the Knights of the Holy Light Church. At eleven o'clock you need to lead the knights and clergy to mourn the old Pope. Lunch will start at twelve o'clock. Rehearsal will start at two-thirty in the afternoon, but it won't take up too much of your time. At three o'clock, several important people will meet you. You should know them all. They are the leaders of many families and consortiums. At six-thirty in the evening, the dinner will start. Celebrities from all walks of life will be invited. They are also the leaders from all walks of life who will attend your coronation ceremony tomorrow."

Wang Han responded, "Wow! My whole day is fully booked."

Taber just smiled and said nothing. Normally, this hands-off boss was rarely in charge of the Holy Light Church, so it was normal for many things to pile up together.

Wang Han paused, "Oh, there's one more thing. When I broadcast the news to the world tomorrow, I need to put a few ads on the screen. Is that okay?"

Taber twitched the corner of his mouth. The last time the old Pope conferred the title of Cardinal on this person, this person took advantage of the opportunity to advertise himself.

"You are the Pope, you have the final say."

After breakfast, Wang Han awakened the sleeping knights and led the clergy and a group of knights to mourn the old Pope.

Wang Han placed one hand on the old Pope's coffin.

It could be clearly sensed that the old Pope inside was indeed dead.

Wang Han held the jewel-studded cross in one hand and placed the other hand on the old Pope's coffin, muttering to himself and chanting scriptures like an old charlatan.

The people behind also chanted along.

The sunlight shone through the colored glass windows onto Wang Han, as if he were covered with a colorful cloak.

At this moment, the young man from the East was radiant with a divine glow.

Make the knights and clergy below more pious.

After a whole day of hard work, it was already past midnight when I finished.

Wang Han returned to his room and lit a cigarette.

Preparing for tomorrow's coronation ceremony.

He leisurely took out his cell phone and looked at the message.

Ever since the news that Wang Han was not dead broke out last night, there was an uproar in the domestic underworld.

Many people are unwilling to believe that Wang Han is not dead. It is not so much that they are unwilling, but rather that they are afraid that Wang Han is not dead. After all, if this troublemaker is still alive, he will definitely settle accounts with those who were partying before.

Many lackeys in the underworld, led by Wang Han’s number one lickspittle Yuan Miaomiao, came out to denounce him.

"It's been so long since Xiao Taibao left. Can we give the departed the peace they deserve?"

"Are you sick people who are eating human blood buns?"

"The little thief dug up your family's ancestral graves, and you're still making up stories about him?"

Not only Wang Han's lackeys, many people from the Mountain and River Alliance came out to denounce the incident. Lu Ruotong, the Nine Daos of the World, and the Dragon Head Gangzi of the Daomen also denounced the behavior, clamoring that if anyone tried to take advantage of his brother's blood again, he would bring people to dig up that person's grave.

In particular, the eldest uncle Duanmu Mingren denounced some people in the underworld for having sons without anus. His nephew had been gone for such a long time, but he was still being repeatedly verbally whipped by these people. To treat a deceased person like this was really a complete lack of moral principles in the underworld.

After Wang Han's lackeys cursed like this, those people in the underworld who had been celebrating upon hearing the news of Wang Han's death felt a little relieved.

Everyone knew that if that troublemaker was still alive, he would definitely cause some big trouble in the underworld after holding it in for so long, so they all burned incense and prayed to Buddha hoping that Wang Han would not live.

After the news of Wang Han's death came out, the Lantern Master Kang Hexing and the Wheel Unloader Lai Helin, who were very active in the Xianhe League, also jumped out to denounce this behavior as immoral!

Xiang Feng seemed to understand something and sent a message to Wang Han.

"I understand! You are suppressing first and then praising, right? The people who mobilized you made everyone think that you were indeed dead, and when you were crowned as the Pope of the Holy Light Church, you would directly put on a huge show for the whole martial arts world, right? You are worthy of being the King of Bullshit!

It turns out that pretending to be cool is so simple. I have figured out this way of pretending, so I don’t need you to teach me!

From now on, there are ten buckets of bullshit in the world. Luo Changge will take one bucket, Little Heavenly Master will take two buckets, and you will take three buckets. I can take twelve buckets by myself, and the world still owes me eight buckets!"

Wang Han smiled, turning the phone flexibly between his fingers, and ignored the man who continued to act stupidly.

While the debate is still going on in the country.

A piece of news suddenly popped up.

The coronation ceremony of the new Pope of the Holy Light Church is about to be held.

The one who trusted the Pope was the little guard Wang Han.

After this news came out, it caused another wave of uproar.

Many people obviously don't believe it.

"Why would a dead man be the pope?"

"Could it be that those lackeys are climaxing themselves again?"

"That's not right. Didn't the dog's lackeys insist that their master was dead?"

"The news is fake! The Holy Light Church wants a dead person to be the Pope? Then they will put a tablet in front of it and offer some fruits and incense, hahaha?"

"Whether it's true or not! Won't we know it when the global broadcast is broadcast?"

The cell phone spinning on Wang Han's fingertips vibrated. Wang Han knew without even looking that it was a message from Xiang Feng, the two-armed man.

"Okay, okay, I get it now. It's all about twists and turns, right? Release the news now, let everyone not believe it, suppress their emotions again, and then tomorrow the Holy Light Church's coronation ceremony will be broadcasted worldwide, and you can show off in front of the camera, right?

Got it! I have fully mastered the art of pretending to be awesome! I am the best at the core rubber doll production line!

To be honest, I am incredibly strong now!

Damn it, I can already predict that you, a bastard, will smile as wide as your cotton pants when facing the camera tomorrow! If it were me, I would also smile like a flower tomorrow!"

Wang Han put his cell phone on the table.

Another day.

Although it was Wang Han's coronation ceremony, many people in the martial arts world were paying close attention to it.

Many people have been discussing this topic since the news was sent out.

Xiang Feng's face was distorted as he watched the video of the Holy Light Church's coronation ceremony being broadcast around the world, his cock turning purple with envy.

Imagine that when Wang Han appears on the stage, everyone in the martial arts world will go crazy. That kind of refreshing feeling can be felt through every pore.

Looking at those people in the world still discussing.

Xiang Feng twisted and turned on the bed like a maggot, "Damn it, why doesn't this bastard come out yet!"

People in the underworld were also staring closely at the video broadcast.

After seeing Wang Han appear in front of the camera wearing the Pope's robes.

The whole world was in an uproar.

Xiang Feng punched the bed and felt like ants were crawling on his body, "Damn! He finally got it right!"

He didn't even need to think to know that those people in the Jianghu Forum must be very shocked.

Although he already knew it, Xiang Feng still couldn't help but open the forum to take a look.

As expected, I saw a lot of shocking posts.

"Fuck! It's really Xiao Taibao! Is Xiao Taibao really not dead?"

"I don't know. The camera is still a little far away. It only looks like a little Taibao through the outline!"

"I don't think it's Xiao Taibao!"

"I feel like he's really not a little bully. Look at him, he has no expression on his face! He doesn't look as mean as a little bully!"

"That's true! So what's going on?"

"They found a substitute. After all, the little treasurer has some influence at home and abroad, and to put it bluntly, the Pope is just a puppet secretly pushed forward by various forces!"

"That makes sense. Think about it. The Holy Light Church doesn't have many followers in the East. Under normal circumstances, how could they elect an Oriental as the Pope? The Holy Light Church must be looking for a puppet to develop followers in the East!"

"With this explanation, everything makes sense. Think about it again. If Wang Han is really alive, he must know what happened in the country. With his personality, wouldn't he shock people in the underworld when he faced the camera today? But look at him, he was numb like a piece of wood from beginning to end!"

"That's right. The Hellfire Lotus is such a terrifying thing. Wang Han must have grown several heads to survive the power of the Hellfire Lotus!"

"Damn it, we scared ourselves!"

"I'm going to nail my collection of little Taibao figurines to the ground later. I'm dead now, so don't come out and make trouble again!"

"Hahaha, nail them a few more times for me, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep, and it turned out to be a false alarm!"

Xiang Feng sat up suddenly while holding his phone and looking at the discussion among the people in the martial arts world.

Why does the script seem different from what he imagined?

Will there ever be a day when the Emperor Wang Han can pretend again?

Xiang Feng was confused.

After being stunned for a while, Xiang Feng thought about it and prepared to send a message to Wang Han to comfort him, "Han, I understand this feeling of not pretending. I am often like this, so I can completely understand your current mood. But it's okay, relax, there are still many days to come!"

Xiang Feng, who was editing a message, suddenly saw in the video broadcast globally that Wang Han raised his phone to take a selfie.

A few seconds later.

The Jianghu Forum software on your mobile phone prompts you that there are latest developments on Shanhehui Xiao Taibao, whom you are following.

Xiang Feng quickly clicked in.

I saw that Wang Han’s account, which had been silent for a long time, posted a selfie with beauty filters.

Wearing a unique white and gold noble robe, with a jewel-encrusted cross hanging around her neck and a jewel-encrusted scepter in her hand, she gave the camera a thumbs-up with a bright smile.

“Take time to go abroad and be a pope!

Thank you for your concern. I will return to China next week. I love you guys (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～"