Finally, after Chu Bamboo announced the end of the Mass, the followers departed one by one, fully satisfied.
"Lao Wu, Lao Qi, Lao Shier!" Chu Bamboo called out directly.
The three n on site who hadn’t moved much stiffened. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion and uncertain suspicion.
Unlike the ordinary followers, they could be considered official mbers of the All-Powerful Association. No matter how they thought about everything that had just happened, they felt sothing was off...
But the man who had interrupted—his every action and even his aura indicated that he was definitely a mber of the All-Powerful Association. And he certainly wasn’t a low-ranking one.
’In fact, if not for the lack of any mory of him, we’d almost suspect he’d worked with us for a while. Otherwise, fine, he led the Mass, but why did he sound so familiar even when calling our nas...?’
’But this... it’s incomprehensible... completely incomprehensible.’
"What’s with this attitude? You aren’t even going to answer ?" Chu Bamboo raised an eyebrow. His tone then changed abruptly, his gaze turning sharp as an extrely terrifying pressure emanated from him.
"Or perhaps, you wish to defy —the one who brings the orders of the Eleventh Apostle, Lord Li!"
!!!
???
’The... Eleventh Apostle?!’
"We wouldn’t dare!"
The mont the three n snapped out of it, their bodies went ramrod straight. Without another mont’s hesitation, they dropped to their knees in terror.
They didn’t even dare to look up at Chu Bamboo now... It was as if the very na "Li" carried so kind of terrifying pollution!
Zhang Hai’s expression remained unchanged, but the fist hidden beneath his white robe trembled for a mont. ’The All-Powerful Association... the Eleventh Apostle?’
"Get out and guard the door! If there’s no movent in three hours, you can scram..." Chu Bamboo snorted. "This purge is only targeting Xue the Third. I’ll take into account that even if you have no rits, you’ve at least put in the effort! Afterward, you will report to ... and be under the direct leadership of the Eleventh Apostle."
"Of course, if you have any objections..." Chu Bamboo said sarcastically, "I wouldn’t mind recomnding you to beco the Eleventh Apostle’s attendants!"
The three of them visibly shuddered and forced smiles that were uglier than a crying face.
"It—it would be our honor! No, no, not to beco his lordship’s attendants, we’re not worthy of that... I an, it is my honor to accept your leadership."
"Y-yes, my lord!"
"S-sa here... W-we’ll go now!"
The three n scrambled away, rushing toward the main door that the followers had opened and left ajar. However, when they tried to close it, they found that because of Chu Bamboo’s earlier kick, the bolt was broken. The door was now slightly tilted and wouldn’t shut.
Although there were other exits, they didn’t dare go back inside to find one. They could only struggle to lift the heavy door with their hands, align it bit by bit, and force it shut.
Teahouse No. 8 once again fell into dim, deathly silence.
"And scene!" Chu Bamboo clapped his hands, a smile appearing on his face.
"...Before that," Zhang Hai’s voice was hoarse, "can you please explain!"
"What’s there to explain?" Chu Bamboo said calmly. "It’s just like how I know you hide handso boy-dolls under your bed and, relying on your excellent physique, get off an average of three tis a day. It’s no big—"
"I’m just curious, that’s all! Really." Zhang Hai quickly cut him off, forcing a smile uglier than a grimace. ’Dude, where are you even getting this information?’
’Even... even Zhang Xu doesn’t know about this! You’re not hiding in my closet every day, spying on , are you?’
’That can’t be it.’
’Before I... reward myself, I usually check the surroundings with my Divine Thought.’
’After all, a man is at his most vulnerable when he’s... getting off! It’s comparable to being on the toilet—’
In that mont, Zhang Hai felt a sense of dominated terror, extrely similar to what the trio had just experienced...
"What’s his condition?" Chu Bamboo walked over to Zhang Hai, sized up the unconscious Xue the Third for a mont, and gave Zhang Hai a strange look. "You have this kind of skill? Don’t tell you practiced this to knock out handso boys and then..."
"You can insult my sexual orientation, but you will not insult my character!" Zhang Hai’s neck turned red.
Chu Bamboo deduced that the face under his White Eagle Mask had probably turned just as red.
"It’s just the Great Brightness Compassion Palm." After glaring at Chu Bamboo for a good while, Zhang Hai finally relented with a sigh. "It was originally a secret Technique of the Buddhist Sect. After I joined the God Worship Sect, I made so... local modifications. I changed it from a palm to a fist!"
"After all, under the Captain’s Office’s surveillance, only Kung Fu is a power that can be displayed openly and legitimately! So, all the major powers naturally try to disguise so of their abilities under the cloak of Kung Fu, so they can be used in front of ordinary people... and this palm—er, fist—is one such example!"
Chu Bamboo was silent for a long ti before abruptly asking, "Since the Captain’s Office has this much influence, can I assu its strength is enough to firmly suppress all the sects?"
’It’s a very simple principle!’
’Only when your fist is big enough will others listen to what you have to say.’
"...Perhaps?" Zhang Hai answered ambiguously.
"Got it. The Captain’s Office can’t suppress you." Chu Bamboo nodded, his face devoid of expression. He knew Zhang Hai all too well. ’But if the Captain’s Office isn’t strong enough to steamroll all its enemies, and I reason from there... then this must be a consensus among the major Orthodoxies?’
’Pollution?’
Thoughts surged in Chu Bamboo’s mind. ’Perhaps the upper echelons of the major Orthodoxies, and so high-ranking officials in the Daqian Dynasty’s Two Capitals... know part of the truth about the pollution?’
"Wake him up!" Chu Bamboo didn’t dwell on the matter and got back to the task at hand.
"..." Zhang Hai kept glancing at Chu Bamboo. He still really wanted to ask about the Eleventh Apostle, but in the end, he just grabbed Xue the Third by the collar in frustration. He was about to pull off the mask on his face but found it wouldn’t co off.
"Give up. That’s not a mask at all. It’s his second face," Chu Bamboo said noncommittally.
Zhang Hai was silent for a mont, then imdiately raised his hand and slapped Xue the Third’s masked face hard. Seeing that he was still unconscious, he slapped him again, and again, and again...
Chu Bamboo: "..."
’Is this a physical wake-up call?’ Chu Bamboo wondered, watching the excitent that appeared on Zhang Hai’s face with so suspicion.
"Where am I... Stop hitting ! Stop hitting !" Xue the Third woke up in a daze, only to be t with another hard slap. He wailed repeatedly, which only seed to make Zhang Hai more excited. As he kept slapping him, he asked, "Are you gonna talk? Huh? Are you gonna talk..."
"But—" After waking up and tanking five more hard slaps, Xue the Third was on the verge of tears. "What the hell do you want to say..."
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