Urban Madness

An old man with white beard and hair, but full of energy, sat in the highest part of the church in a fancy dress.

In front of him stood four cardinals.

The old man looked around between them, and for a long while, he spoke slowly.

"What do you mean is that an Eastern monk destroyed many churches in the West with one person?"

The voice was not angry and pretentious, causing the four red archbishops present to shudder.

"My Vatican is really inferior to one generation. With so many priests, even an Eastern monk can't stop it."

The pope knocked the scepter in his hand on the ground, and the invisible power spread out like a water ripple with the scepter as the center. The power spread like a water ripple was sweeping to the four reds. When Archbishop Yi, their faces instantly turned pale.

"The Pope calms down. Abbott feels that the top priority is not the Eastern monk, but to deal with the slippery fish that escaped the control of the Holy See. If the news spreads, I am afraid it will have an adverse effect on us."

Abbott attached his right palm to his chest, knelt on one knee, and said to the pope in front of him.

"Well, yes, any factors that have an adverse effect on the Holy See should be erased. Our sacred Holy See must not tolerate any defilement."

The old pope spoke slowly.

"My Lord Pope, we have found the address of the Eastern monk. The three-day deadline agreed upon is approaching. We..."

Shanen gritted his teeth and said under the pressure.

"Isn't he going for the antidote? Then you will send it to him, and I will go with you, just to meet this oriental rookie."

The pope got up and walked down from the high seat, followed by four cardinals.

"Tick to tick..."

Watching the seconds hand on the dial go round and round, Ye Fan silently set a countdown for the three-day period in his heart.

Seeing that the countdown was coming to an end, Ye Fan stood up.

"It seems I have to go to the Western Holy See again."

Just when Ye Fan was about to go out, a commercial vehicle stopped in front of Ye Fan's house, and five people got off the commercial vehicle.

The official pope and four cardinals.

As soon as Ye Fan opened the door, he saw the five people standing in front of his house.

He looked at Arnold among them with a smile.

"Bishop Arnold is here to deliver the antidote? Your battle is really not small."

"Are you the Eastern monk who destroyed many churches in my Holy See?"

Before Arnold could speak, the pope took a fancy to the young man in front of him.

"You are very strong, but it is too naive to want to be an enemy of my entire Holy See on your own."

The Pope looked at the young man in front of him, and he was actually cherishing his talents.

After all, at this age can have such a cultivation level, looking at the whole world may not be able to find a second person.

This young man has such a talent that his future is boundless, and he will surely surpass all the powers recorded in history.

"Father, what do you mean?"

Ye Fan leaned on the door frame and looked at the Pope coldly.

"As long as you hand over the poisoned person, the previous entanglement between you and the Holy See will be forgotten."

"The old man thinks I will be afraid of you Western Holy See?"

Ye Fan squinted.

"Master Pope, this kid made it clear that he didn't want to cooperate, so why bother to talk to him."

Morol couldn't help but stand up.

"Please let me teach him some lessons so that he knows the consequences of offending our Holy See."

The pope laughed without saying a word, a barrier spreading from him.

Framed Ye Fan and Morol in the barrier.