Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

"Shut your mouth and get out of my sight..."

Leslie habitually refused to communicate, but was stunned after hearing what the old man said.

"You...you are investigating me?"

Then he roared even more angrily, so much so that the handcuffs that were binding him were torn and made a rattling sound.

"Damn it, how did you find out? I'm telling you, they have nothing to do with me!"

Faced with this situation, Lao Li's face did not show any sign of failure in his speech, nor did he show any panic as if he encountered resistance from his target. Instead, there was a hint of planning in his eyes.

After all, before this, Leslie, who advocated non-violent non-cooperation, had hardly spoken a word.

The so-called persuasion is nothing more than using words to make the other party feel that your proposal is more profitable than what he insists on. So what does Leslie insist on?

As the saying goes, a hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune strikes the unfortunate.

If he really is a noble son of a lord, even if he is in cahoots with evil, he should seek out powerful evil gods at the level of the Shadow Church to form an alliance with them. Why would he consider the weak and almost inferior Han Tie?

So, even though Leslie has risen to a high position in such a church, no matter how capable he is now, looking back on the past, he was just a child from a poor family.

His origin is very simple. It is a classic story of a man who was under the double guillotine of natural disasters, reduced production and aristocratic exploitation, and then encountered the bandit guillotine.

This incident is nothing unusual and happens frequently in this land.

But looking at the tragic reality of widespread misery and even himself being nearly caught and cooked by wandering refugees, at least for him at that time, the so-called God of Cold Iron was indeed a savior.

Therefore, he became a devout believer and began his own promotion story in the church by learning magic.

Finally, with his excellent talent in ice magic and the leadership qualities he had acquired through hard work, he climbed to the position of cardinal.

So Old Li, who already had a plan in mind, did not discuss right or wrong with him, nor did he criticize the evil god. Instead, he told him about his childhood experiences.

"Actually, I also lived in a small mountain village when I was a child..."

From the primary school in the next village to the junior high school in the town, and then to the high school in the county with the guidance of his mentor, and came to the distant Binhai University with excellent test scores. Lao Li is obviously a small town test-taker with both talent and hard work.

After graduating with a master's degree, I started working, but out of indignation at my incompetent leadership, I decided to pursue a doctorate. With the appreciation of my supervisor, I changed my field, gained enlightenment, and was promoted step by step to my current position.

His narrative rhythm is actually very calm and steady. Compared with his poor background, it can even be considered a refreshing novel, but he always manages to hand over a knife at the most melodious moment.

For example, the drought in his childhood that caused his cousin to starve to death, and the earthquake in high school that almost took his life.

Another example is the shame of hiding the leftovers from the customers while working in college and eating them secretly because I felt sorry for them. There was also the anger of being framed by a hateful leader who had connections with me and almost dying in the stable.

Leslie's expression changed from gloomy to bright, but he never spoke.

It was not until he heard the other party say that he had just been promoted to deputy director and how he had fought floods and defeated natural disasters with the soldiers that he finally could no longer bear it.

"you are lying!"

Old Li simply rolled up his sleeves, revealing an extremely ugly scar under his shirt.

"I scratched it when I was rescuing a little girl. I just attended her child's graduation banquet a few days ago."

Leslie didn't understand the strange words coming out of the old man's mouth, so he just kept shaking his head.

"Impossible! What you said is simply not something a mortal can do! You are lying!"

Old Li still did not argue, but leaned back in his chair and said calmly.

"Maybe, but there are no gods in the world I live in."

The other party seemed not to have heard it at all. He lowered his head and kept repeating it as if he was hypnotizing himself.

"You lied... You lied... Without God, how could a mortal do this..."

"You can tell if it's a lie at a glance!"

Seeing that he was showing some signs of wavering, Lao Li naturally wanted to take the opportunity to put the main dish into the pot, so he mobilized the information he had prepared in advance and began to break through the defense point by point.

"Whether it's the world's malice, each other's malice, or our own malice, the difficulties and obstacles we have overcome are countless!"

"!!!"

Leslie was instantly dazzled by the great achievements of the alien countries from ancient times to the present, which were like a rolling river.

Even without gods and magic, they have been able to go to the sky, into the earth, and into the sea, and are even preparing to land on the moon again to make it a human territory.

"is this real……"

As the inheritor and successor of all this, Old Li, who was proud of it, took a deep breath and was about to admit it categorically, but he saw Leslie's face change.

"Liar!"

He struggled hard as if he had just woken up from a dream, his face was even more distorted than before, and his fingers cut open one of the light curtains like a knife.

"This! It's absolutely fake! Damn it, you pioneers are a bunch of liars!"

Old Li wondered whether he had seen the Minced Meat Plan or the Star Wars Plan, why was he so excited?

He leaned forward slightly to take a closer look, but his face fell.

“This is true.”

"impossible!"

Leslie protested loudly.

"Do you know how many people are 20% of the world's population? A full 200 million! The entire Glorious Kingdom may not have that many people!"

"You actually told me that you have successfully fed so many people. Let me tell you, even if the God of the Jungle used his divine power to induce labor, he couldn't produce so much food!"

Seeing his greatest achievement being denied so rudely, Old Li wanted to get angry, but after hearing Leslie's red-faced argument, he couldn't help laughing.

"1.4 billion."

"what?"

"Our world has a relatively developed productivity due to the influence of technology, so the global population is 8 billion."

"...Pfft."

Now the two people who were about to quarrel started laughing, and they laughed for a long time as if they had heard a joke, which made the security personnel outside the door couldn't help but ask about the situation.

"We were just having a good chat, don't worry."

Old Li didn't just laugh, he asked his men to send some evidence over.

"Look for yourself. They are all our people and our technology. There is no need for me to lie to you."

Needless to say, the things in the picture are what Leslie longed for most in the past and now.

"This output, this area, this... this is..."

Old Li nodded.

"Yes, in the deep mountains of Savage Plain in the south of the kingdom, we have already started a staple food breeding program in your world."

"My God..."

Now Leslie was completely speechless, and Lao Li's silky little combo also reached the final step.

"Leslie, the reason why I say so much to you and prove so many things to you is actually very simple. I know you are not a good person, but at least in your group, you are still considered a 'human'."

"You have actually been secretly helping the people in your village, and occasionally you would pay out of your own pocket to buy food for disaster relief, but can these really soothe your guilt for killing innocent people for the evil god? Can these really stop the things you hate from happening again?"

Leslie shuddered, but could only admit it.

“No…I can’t…”

"But we can!"

Old Li took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket and pushed it over.

"Come on, my friend. Tell me where the other altars are located. Let the disappearance of the Frost Iron Church be the beginning of your new life."

Ten minutes later, Lao Li walked out of the interrogation room and handed a piece of paper to Lao Zhao.

"If we follow this path, even if we can't completely remove it, the foundation of the cold iron should have been almost completely destroyed."

"Um……"

Old Zhao scanned the list, looked at Leslie who was slumped in the chair with his brain overloaded, and suddenly thought of someone.

Well, if the other person’s surname was not Li or Ji, he would have thought that he was an illegitimate child or something like that. Otherwise, why would he be so skilled?

Based on the addresses on the list, the field department quickly developed an operational plan and began to recruit all combat personnel that could be contacted.

They planned to send out several teams to launch attacks on the locations on the list at the same time. Even if they could not wipe out the Frost Iron Church in one fell swoop, they would at least completely uproot its foundation.

What a coincidence that the operation will start tonight. The field staff are very powerful, and they have cleared out all the strongholds of the Cold Iron Church, including the big ones and the small ones.

And it can only be said that God wants Han Tie to die. This sixth secret base, which could have been the last hope and even unknown to the cardinal, was attacked by Canglang and Chloe at the same time.

Therefore, the God of Frost Iron squatted in the temple, watching the church territory that he had worked so hard to operate and maintain go out like candles on a birthday cake.

I will soon be lying down and covered with cloth because of the backlash of my faith. The whole village, young and old, will be waiting for the food to be served. How can it not be red and warm?

It happened that the young believer was swearing and begging the gods, wanting to use everything he had in exchange for a way out.

Just in time, the evil sacrifice from his own believers gave Han Tie an opportunity to take action.

——If you kill me, I will kill Ning too!

So He forcibly launched the divine descent, using the mortal body as a container, and completed the ultra-long-distance transmission.

What? Didn’t people sacrifice themselves to save their lives? Why is it still happening?

There's nothing I can do about it. I just let out a little bit of cold air. It's his fault that he can't stand the cold.

In short, in order to seek a glimmer of hope and hold on to this last few believers, Han Tie, who has already staked himself on the gambling table, cannot help but go crazy.

He was originally a frozen corpse that had turned into a spirit. He controlled this body and, under the influence of the cold wind, he was able to move as fast as flying and quickly rushed in the direction where the two people were escaping.

"hiss……"

Although he lived in the northwest most of the time, Canglang had come to Guangzhou in winter for official business, so he had experienced that extremely humid winter.

At this moment, feeling the cold air blowing from behind and drilling into his bones, he felt that the thing pressing on him was no longer a frozen corpse, but the giant flying cockroach that was lying on the wall when he went to the toilet in the middle of the night!

And no matter how fast he ran, how could he be faster than others flying? Canglang looked back when turning the corner and found that the distance between the two sides was rapidly shortening. At least before he caught up with those bastards, he must be caught by Him first.

So after a little thought, he raised his voice.

"Werewolf, do you have the ability to run faster?"

Yes, lying down.

Chloe didn't have the nerve to say it, but she made a blunder.

"Sure, what's the matter?"

Canglang gestured behind him.

"If this continues, we will both be caught by Him. You are a local and it will be difficult to revive if you die, so you should run as fast as you can and I will cover your rear."

!! ?

Chloe couldn't believe her ears.

"Really...really?"

Canglang nodded seriously.

"Really, run if you can."

"I……"

Chloe was so moved that she almost cried. After the war destroyed her hometown and she was forced to flee, this was the first time she received such strong and pure kindness.

QWQ

Although you are as ugly as other hairless monkeys, your kindness shines brightly!

She calmed herself down and felt that she couldn't waste his kindness, so she clasped her fists like the other players.

"Thank you sir. I'll leave first. I hope you can get out safely!"

"Well... go ahead..."

Canglang had a calm expression and nodded vigorously.

Then he looked at her speeding away back, wishing he could dig out the entire family of this werewolf, including his ancestors for eighteen generations, from their graves!

Without him.

No buddy, you can actually turn into a giant wolf?

No buddy, you are a racing horse girl, how can you run so fast?

No, buddy, you haven't even finished your polite words yet and you just disappear?

Canglang suddenly felt like he was being cheated, but it was he who brought it up, so he could only think that since this guy was Crooked Tree's man, he would settle the score with him later...

Wait a moment.

Yeah, where is the crooked tree man?

Now Canglang's defense was completely broken. They had agreed to cooperate inside and outside to wipe out this group of damn evil god believers and insect nobles. Why was he the only one busy while others didn't even show up?

But he didn't have time to ask whether Ji Ming's parents were in good health, because the cold wind had already climbed up his limbs, and the biting cold was like needles, as if even his blood vessels were frozen.

Even though Canglang mobilized all his energy and blood again, and guided the strong and powerful positive energy to support a layer of energy shield, this feeling of being weighed down by a thousand pounds still did not disappear.

——Because this is a curse from God.

"Hey……"

Since there was no way to escape, and it was not in Canglang's character to wait for death, he simply stopped. Even if he died today, he would tear a piece of meat from this hairy wild god before he died.

But the hero’s sacrifice—even if it’s just one day after the public beta, there must be a deafening last word!

So Canglang raised his right fist, facing the frozen corpse, letting the golden light bathe his whole body, while taking a deep breath and roaring loudly.

"Ji Ming, I'm going to fuck you!"

"Cuckoo..."

Along with the strange sound of teeth colliding, the cold iron suspended in the air also set off a howling cold storm, ready to blow this guy who thought he was brave into an ice sculpture alive.

However, at this moment, Canglang, whose momentum had reached its peak, suddenly lost his strength, looked behind the frozen corpse, and uttered a sound.

"Fuck you dog."

"you!"

He had given his all and was about to make a fatal attack, but he stopped at the last moment, causing the Frost Iron God to be filled with anger, and the attack that could have inflicted full damage was completely in vain.

It was bad enough that he almost vomited blood, but he was also insulted by a mortal. He was so angry that he was about to scold him, but he felt behind him...

Why is it so heartwarming?