"It seems you're living quite comfortably!"
A calm and indifferent voice suddenly rang out, waking the Pope from his complacent dreams.
He suddenly turned his head, his pupils contracting sharply.
He saw a figure silently standing beside him at some unknown time.
Black hair, black eyes, and a tall stature.
Wu Heng!
The Pope felt his heart skip a beat, as if all the blood in his body had suddenly frozen.
Ever since he took the position of Pope, the name 'Wu Heng' has been like a nightmare, occupying his mind day and night, dreading the day this ominous star would come knocking.
And now, the figure has indeed come. Under the pursuit of the Father God, like a ghost, he appeared on the balcony within arm's reach!
"Protect His Holiness!" the guards belatedly shouted.
Yet, it was just that one cry.