Urban Hidden Dragon

"Actually...I did that!"

As soon as the news about Wang Han came out.

Many people are confused.

But after they reacted, the world was in an uproar again. Those who had bought things before were stunned. Is this something a human can do? They have seen people eating human blood buns, but this is the first time that someone eats his own people's blood buns.

Wang Han then posted a reply, "But to be honest, I was thinking about you all. I provided you with enough emotional value. You scolded me and insulted me. Some people even dug up my grave. There is no problem for me to charge you some mental damages, right?"

None of the people in the entire underworld who had spent money before dared to openly disobey Wang Han's wishes.

The group of Zhu Hesong's gang also started to explode.

"I'm really fucking convinced!"

"Who said it wasn't true? I've lived for over eighty years, and this is the first time I've seen such a person! He can even make money out of his own death!"

"Don't even mention that you haven't seen it in your eighties. I haven't seen it in my nineties!"

"This kid is too shameless! Much more shameless than his father!"

"I used to think that the saying 'Don't be too aggressive' was a bit too much, but now I see that it's not too much at all!"

"We were all happy for nothing, but they made real money! In the end, we spent money and still have to apologize to them! Hahahaha!"

Zhu Hesong gnashed his teeth and said, "I really want to tear out this guy's tendons, peel off his skin, grind his bones and scatter his ashes!"

Someone immediately complimented him, "Old Zhu, good job, cheer up and go beat him up. These old brothers are all supporting you behind the scenes. Everyone is counting on you to help us get back on our feet. Beat him up! Don't lose face!"

Zhu Hesong's face was dark. "I'm just talking. I'm not going. That bastard is really evil. The people in the martial arts world have united to fight against that bastard several times, but he's still alive and well here. He's jumped around in China and abroad, and now he's become the Pope of the Holy Light Church. Which of the brothers here has a higher status than him?"

Everyone in the group fell silent.

"Do not!!!"

Xiang Feng lay on the bed with his hands on his head, his butt sticking out, twisting and turning in agony, his head wishing it could drill through the bed.

Hearing the noise, Meng Bizhi rushed in from outside, "What's wrong with you, Brother Feng?"

"I can't learn it. I really can't learn it!"

After all, they had known each other for a long time, and Meng Bizhi knew what Xiang Feng was thinking. He stepped forward and gently patted Xiang Feng on the back, "Brother Feng, didn't Lu Xun once say that any success requires 99% effort and 1% talent, but it is often that 1% talent that plays a decisive role. Pretending is not your track, maybe you can try to change tracks. Didn't you say before that you did something that would make Brother Han jump up when he heard it?"

Xiang Feng sat up and said, "Xiao Pang, tell me the truth. If, I mean if, if I were to find a partner with your sister or younger sister, would you agree?"

"I'll fuck you to death and then cover you in a layer of lime and drive it into the foundation."

Meng Bizhi said without hesitation.

It seemed like he had realized something. "Brother Feng, you are not dating one of Brother Han's sisters, are you? Sister Rao Rushuang? Not really, that sister doesn't like you. Fourth sister Ye Qingqiu? Not really, that sister's eyesight is fine. What the hell? You are dating Mu Yao? Are you a beast? Brother Han will definitely kill you! I'll kick you twice!"

Xiang Feng sat on the bedside in a bad mood, showing a rare serious look and said sadly, "How old is that little girl Mu Yao? I don't like to use my brain, but it's not that I don't have a brain. But then again, if you want to kill me with all your might, then that bastard will beat my intestines out, right?"

Rubbing his face with both hands, Xiang Feng looked at the Jianghu forum. The entire Jianghu was speechless, and he felt disappointed again.

He picked up his phone, paused, and changed his nickname to "Xiang Feng (already honest, mentor Wang Han)."

After attending the banquet, Wang Han greeted all kinds of evil people. Wang Han had a good network of contacts to begin with, and now after becoming the Pope, his network has reached a new level. In the past, his identity in the underground world accounted for the majority of his connections, but now that he is well-connected in both the black and white worlds and a real figurehead, those people will definitely come up to Wang Han and make friends with him.

Once your network of contacts has been fully expanded, everything you do will become easier.

Wang Han doesn't care about what's happening in the country for the time being.

The top priority now is to take care of everything on the Holy Light Church side.

If there is a chance, go look for that evil guqin again.

Of course, the most important goal is to bring Su Qi home.

But before that, Wang Han still had one thing to verify.

Sitting in his spacious office, Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth and sensed everyone outside.

Chuliu has now transformed into a cat-eared girl wearing a small uniform, pleated skirt, and gray stockings, sitting aside reading a book.

Tolia had been standing behind Wang Han, leaning on a big sword, and occasionally glancing at Chu Liu Niang. Chu Liu Niang stretched lazily, adjusted her rimless glasses on her nose, and looked out the window with her chin in her hand. Her two slender and fleshy legs were wrapped in gray stockings and glowed alluringly. There was a pattern of kitten pads under her delicate feet, which added a bit of wildness to her sexiness. A pair of high heels lay casually on the side.

"Does the Pope like this kind of dress?" Tolia asked.

Wang Han turned around and said, "It's okay. Do you like it? If you like it, I'll ask Chuliu to send you two sets of clothes!"

"I don't want to!" Tolia said proudly.

Wang Han stood up slowly and said, "I have something to do. You two should stop following me."

After going out, Wang Han walked in one direction and finally went up to the attic according to the place the old Pope had taken Wang Han to before.

The attic still has the layout of a theater.

There were audience seats all around, two chairs on the stage, and a box in the middle with a candle on top.

A long time ago, the old Pope brought Wang Han here. Here, one can ask the prophet about some unknowable things, which is a bit like fortune-telling. This prophet is not the prophet of Tianzhou, but more like some kind of magical existence in the Holy Light Church.

The successor to the Pope has only one opportunity to ask questions a year, while the Pope has one opportunity to ask questions every month.

Wang Han tore open the red cloth covering the box.

There are traces of wax in the middle of the box, and the letters Y and N on the left and right sides of the box.

Here you can only ask the prophet what you want to know in an inquiring manner.

It was already late at night when Wang Han arrived.

Sit on a chair on the stage.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the blinds, casting cold rays of light onto the auditorium, giving people the feeling that the seats were full of people.

Wang Han took out a candle from the side and lit it.

Wax dripped into the middle of the box, then fixed the candle to the box.

Wang Han reached his hand into the box.

Held the warm hand in the box.

The moment they touched, the hand grabbed Wang Han's hand.

Wang Han asked, looking at the air.

"Is the old pope still alive?"

The candle flame swayed gently.