“So…we’re back to the initial question…” Feng Bujue sized up the man and asked again, “Who are you?”

“Zachariah.” The blond man didn’t beat around the bush and answered Brother Jue’s question directly, “In terms you can understand…I am a ‘Virtue.’” (A type of angel)

“I see…” Feng Bujue didn’t show any surprise at Zachariah’s statement. He just calmly replied, “Heh…my cat seems pretty powerful.”

“What do you mean by that?” Zachariah asked, puzzled.

“Your rank isn’t low, and you’re a vanguard of Heaven, born for battle…” Feng Bujue answered as he walked toward the sofa, “But from the start, you had no intention of fighting her head-on.” He shrugged and sat down on the sofa. “That shows…either you’re wary of her strength, or you’re afraid of the big shot behind her…”

“Watch your words, mortal.” Zachariah was getting annoyed. He warned, “Now that you know my identity, you should understand that I fear nothing…especially those disgusting, ugly monsters from the depths of Hell.”

“Don’t get excited.” Feng Bujue relaxed on the sofa and leisurely replied, “You can belittle and despise them on a biological level, but you can’t deny the power they objectively possess…” As he said this, he suddenly raised a hand, waved his fingers, and said without turning his head, “Excuse me, could you turn on the light for me? The switch is right next to you.”

Brother Jue’s tone at this moment…was as if he were eating in a restaurant and asking a waiter to change his plate.

Zachariah was stunned for two seconds after hearing this…two seconds later, since he couldn’t think of a reason to refuse, he actually did it.

“Thanks.” Feng Bujue casually said after the light came on, and then continued where he left off, “Hmm…you say…you ‘fear nothing,’ that’s a bit of bullshit, isn’t it?” He turned his head to look at the other man. “You at least have to fear God, don’t you?”

“It seems you think you know us very well…” Zachariah asked as he slowly walked around the sofa to stand in front of Feng Bujue. However, he didn’t find a place to sit. He just stood there, looking down at Brother Jue on the sofa.

“I’ve done some research.” Feng Bujue looked back at him and replied very calmly, “Your sense of honor, superiority, and mission are generally quite strong; and the higher your rank, the more steadfast your faith and the purer your will.” He extended a hand forward. “Take you, for example. Even though the facts are right in front of you, you’re unwilling to admit in front of a mortal…that you don’t dare to fight a certain demon head-on.”

“The only reason I didn’t fight her head-on is…because I was worried that you and other innocent people within a few kilometers would be caught in the battle and die without a whole corpse,” Zachariah coldly replied.

“In that case…I’m very important.” Feng Bujue laughed. “And you…are very benevolent.”

“Feng Bujue, I didn’t come here today to talk about ‘Angel Encyclopedia’…much less to receive psychological counseling…” Zachariah seemed to finally realize…that Feng Bujue had unconsciously become the leader of the conversation. So, he immediately changed his tone and solemnly said, “I came to convey some important information to you.”

“Okay, I’m all ears.” Feng Bujue crossed his legs, tilted his head, and made a “please” gesture to the other man.

“Feng Bujue.” Zachariah straightened his expression and seriously continued, “I, Zachariah, on behalf of Heaven, bestow upon you an important mission.”

“Oh?” Feng Bujue raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Secretly work for us in the Gods’ gamble,” Zachariah replied.

“Heh…sorry, that’s too vague…” Feng Bujue’s expression at this moment was as if he were watching a monkey show. “Can you be more clear and specific?”

“Simply put…” Zachariah didn’t seem to notice anything strange. He still spoke seriously, “On the surface, you continue to act as Woodie’s pawn, everything remains the same, but in reality…you are loyal to our Heaven. When necessary, we will contact you and tell you what to do. At that time, you will…”

“Alright, alright…” Feng Bujue shook his head and laughed, interrupting the other man. “So you want me to be a double agent, got it.”

“Well…you could say that.” Zachariah hesitated for half a second before replying.

“Then…” At this moment, Feng Bujue put down his legs and leaned forward, “What are the benefits?”

A very strange expression flashed across Zachariah’s face. “Mortal, to be able to serve Heaven is your glory. Countless people spend their entire lives without such an opportunity…”

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Feng Bujue immediately cursed. He pushed down on his knees with both hands and stood up. “So what you’re saying is…'I’m letting you be a traitor because I think highly of you’?”

“Feng Bujue!” Zachariah glared at Brother Jue and shouted, “Don’t you even have the most basic faith and sense of justice! Even if you’re not a Christian, you should know the consequences of cooperating with demons…” He stared at Brother Jue, squeezing out a threatening sentence from between his teeth, “I advise you…not to put yourself in a situation of eternal damnation for the sake of immediate gains.”

“Ha!” Feng Bujue looked at the Virtue with a mocking expression and laughed, “Talking to me about faith? No matter how you see it, Mr. Angel, my personal opinion is…for humans, the most correct faith is to firmly believe in the goodness of ‘being a person’ in one’s heart.” He raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head. “People are doing things, but Heaven isn’t watching…what’s constantly watching people is the conscience of the world.”

At this point, Brother Jue sneered. “As for religion…in the more ignorant ages of mankind, religion very effectively exercised the functions that politics should have, which is worth affirming. Of course, after the nineteenth century, there would occasionally be examples like Hong Xiuquan and Joseph Smith popping up, hehe…I’m speechless.” He paused. “In short, in most years, religion, in addition to hindering the development of science and social civilization and causing wars, has had relatively limited positive and active effects.”

Looking at Zachariah’s increasingly ugly face, Feng Bujue still wouldn’t let him off. “So, we’d better separate faith and religion…respect those who believe in ‘science’ and have made practical contributions to this world. It is because of their existence that schools can teach evolution; and it is because of their tolerance that the various religions in this world can be preserved…after all, they didn’t tie people who disagreed with them to a stake and burn them to death like some ‘believers.’”

“You heretic who is full of fallacies…” Zachariah glared at Brother Jue and said.

“See, that’s where your problem lies.” Feng Bujue raised a hand and lightly waved his index finger. “You refuse to listen to rational and logical opinions and facts, and you don’t have the ability to refute them. You don’t admit the mistakes you’ve made in the past, and you’re even less willing to repent for them. Whenever you’re speechless and can’t argue, you ‘label’ others. The most pathetic thing is…some of you are so stupid that you even believe in the things you’re defending.”

“Enough!” Zachariah was obviously enraged. “Feng Bujue, don’t think that just because you’re a ‘chosen one’ I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you…”

“I’ve never thought that.” Feng Bujue put his hands in his pajama pockets and arrogantly asked, “I’m just curious, what exactly can you do?”

“I’m going to…” As Zachariah spoke, he raised his right hand, his fingers spread open.

But…in the next second, his expression suddenly changed.

“What? The holy power in your body isn’t responding, is it?” Feng Bujue took two steps. “Want to guess why?” He smiled triumphantly. “Hehe…I said it before, ‘I’ve studied you.’”

“You…” Zachariah was immediately shocked and angry. His eyes quickly moved around, looking up, down, left, and right, as if searching for something.

“Don’t bother looking.” Suddenly, another voice rang out. “In the wall behind you.”

Feng Bujue was startled by the sound and quickly looked in the direction of the voice. He saw…another person in the middle of the living room.

It was a man wearing a black suit, who also looked like a European. He had short brown hair, a cold and handsome face, and exuded a kind of compelling aura all over his body…Unlike Zachariah’s face, which looked like a bit player, this classical handsome man with both aristocratic temperament and arrogant personality…looked like a super strong character.

“Who are you?” Feng Bujue stared at the other man and asked.

“Referee.” Simon only replied with two words.

“What refe…” Feng Bujue was about to continue asking, but Simon ignored him and said to Zachariah, “Zachariah, how does it feel to be trapped by a human design?”

At this moment, Zachariah’s face was already filled with fear. “Listen…I came here because…”

“You don’t need to explain to me.” Simon interrupted. “You’re not qualified to explain to me either.”

Zachariah instantly realized what the other man was going to do next. He almost roared, “You wouldn’t dare!”

*Snap*

As soon as he uttered the word “dare,” Simon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

After the snap, Zachariah’s body exploded from the inside…

In an instant, blood, shattered internal organs, bones, and minced meat…smeared the walls and floor.

“Uh…this brother…” Feng Bujue wiped his face with his hand, brushed off the blood plasma covering his eyelids, and looked at Simon. “I’m declaring in advance, I’m not doing this cleanup alone.”

“Don’t worry.” Simon glanced at Brother Jue. “The cleaners are already here.”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared.

“Hey! Hey—” Feng Bujue widened his eyes and shouted, “Who are the cleaners? What’s going on? You have the ability to play corpse explosion…you have the ability to wipe the blood clean for me!”

*Knock knock knock*

Just as he was complaining loudly, there was a sudden knock on the door…