“So…back to the original question…” Feng Bujue sized up the man before him and asked again, “Who are you?”

“Zachariah.” The blond man didn't beat around the bush and answered Jue-ge’s question directly, “To define it in language and terms you can understand…I am an 'Angel of Power' (one of the nine orders of angels).”

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

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

“Your level isn’t low, and you’re a vanguard of Heaven, born for battle…” Feng Bujue replied as he walked toward the sofa. “But from the start, you never planned to fight her head-on.” He shrugged and sat down on the sofa. “That shows…either you’re afraid of her strength, or you’re afraid of the big boss behind her…”

“Watch your words, mortal.” Zachariah was a little put off and warned, “Since you know my identity, you should understand that I fear nothing…especially those disgusting, hideous monsters from the abyss of Hell.”

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

Jue-ge’s tone at this moment…was as if he was in a restaurant, asking the waiter to change his plate.

Zachariah was stunned for two seconds when he heard this…after those two seconds, since he couldn’t think of a reason to refuse, he actually did as he was asked.

“Thanks.” After the light came on, Feng Bujue casually said, and then continued from where he left off, “Um…you said…you ‘fear nothing,’ that’s a bit of a stretch, isn’t it?” He looked back at the man. “You at least have to fear God, right?”

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

“I have done some research.” Feng Bujue looked at the man and replied very calmly, “Your sense of honor, superiority, and mission are generally strong; and the higher your level, the stronger your faith and the purer your will.” He reached out a hand. “Take you as an example. Even though the facts are already in front of you, you are unwilling to admit in front of a mortal…that you dare not 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 innocents within a few kilometers would be caught in the battle and die without a complete corpse,” Zachariah replied coldly.

“In that case…I am very important.” Feng Bujue smiled. “And you…are very merciful.”

“Feng Bujue, I’m not here today to talk to you about the ‘Angel Encyclopedia’…and certainly not to receive psychological counseling…” Zachariah seemed to finally realize…that Feng Bujue had unknowingly become the leader of the conversation. So, he immediately changed his tone and said in a deep voice, “I’m here 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 man.

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

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

“In the game of the gods, secretly work for us,” Zachariah replied.

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

“Simply put…” Zachariah didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, and he still said in a serious tone, “On the surface, you continue to act as Woody’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 smiled, interrupting him. “You just want me to be a double agent, got it.”

“You…can say that.” Zachariah hesitated for half a second before replying.

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

A very strange expression flashed across Zachariah’s face. “Mortal, it is your honor to serve Heaven. Countless people spend their entire lives, and they don’t even have this opportunity…”

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Feng Bujue immediately cursed. He pushed off his knees and stood up. “So, what you’re saying is…‘I’m letting you be a traitor, that’s me looking up to you’?”

“Feng Bujue!” Zachariah glared at Jue-ge 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 Jue-ge and squeezed out a threatening sentence from between his teeth, “I advise you…don’t let yourself fall into eternal damnation for the sake of immediate gain.”

“Ha!” Feng Bujue looked at the Angel of Power with a mocking expression and smiled, “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 believe in the goodness of their own hearts ‘as a human being’.” He pointed to the top of his head. “People are doing it, but Heaven isn’t watching…the ones constantly watching people are the consciences of the world.”

Speaking to this point, Jue-ge sneered, “As for religion…in the era when humans were relatively ignorant, religion effectively exercised the functions that politics should have, which is worthy of recognition. Of course, after the nineteenth century, there would occasionally be examples like Hong Xiuquan and Joseph Smith emerging, hehe…I’m also speechless.” He paused for a moment. “In short, in most years, in addition to hindering the progress of science and social civilization, and provoking wars, the positive and active role played by religion is relatively limited.”

Seeing Zachariah’s increasingly ugly face, Feng Bujue still didn’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 their views to pillars and burn them to death like some ‘believers’.”

“You heretic who spouts blasphemies…” Zachariah glared at Jue-ge 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 defend.”

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

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

“I’m going to…” Zachariah said, raising his right hand flat, with his fingers spread open.

However…the next second, his expression suddenly changed.

“What? Your holy power isn’t reacting, is it?” Feng Bujue paced back and forth. “Want to guess why?” He laughed triumphantly. “Hehe…I said it before, ‘I’ve researched you’.”

“You…” Zachariah was immediately shocked and angry, and his gaze moved quickly, 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 when he heard this and quickly looked in the direction of the voice. He saw…in the middle of the living room, there was another person.

It was a man wearing a black suit, and he looked like a European. He had short brown hair, a stern and handsome face, and his whole body exuded a kind of intimidating aura…unlike Zachariah’s face that looked like a supporting role, this classic handsome man who combined aristocratic temperament and arrogant personality…looked like a super strong character.

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

“Referee.” Simon only replied with two words.

“What ref…” 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, “And you don’t have the qualifications to explain to me.”

Zachariah instantly realized what the other party was going to do next, and he almost roared, “You wouldn’t dare!”

Pa—

As soon as he said 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 all over the walls and floor.

“Uh…this brother…” Feng Bujue wiped his face with his hand, brushed off the blood that covered his eyelids, and looked at Simon. “Let me state in advance, I won’t clean up this mess by myself.”

“Don’t worry.” Simon glanced at Jue-ge. “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 knock on the door…