"Huh..."
Bibi Dong rubbed his eyebrows and was about to get out of bed.
Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by the bright sun outside the window.
This light... this angle...
Wrong!
What time is it now?!
Bibi Dong's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the clock beside the bed.
"Noon?!!"
Bibi Dong instantly jumped up from the bed, his mind went blank.
She actually slept until noon?!
It's over, it's over!
Administrative Hall There are still piles of official documents that have not been approved, the reception procedures for the major sects have not been finalized, and there are still transfer orders for several legions waiting for her to sign...
The war has just been fought and everything is waiting to be done. Her new Pope has just succeeded to the throne. It is a critical moment to establish rules and grasp power. All kinds of handover work are complicated.
As a result, she actually missed work for half a day?!
"Nan Feng! You bastard! Why didn't you call me?!"
Bibi Dong While cursing the irresponsible clone in his heart, he washed and changed clothes as fast as he could in his life.
In just five minutes, the lazy sleeping beauty disappeared and was replaced by His Holiness the Pope, who was dressed in fine clothes, majestic but with an anxious face.
She lifted up her skirt, not even caring about her manners, and hurried to the Administrative Hall.
"We must arrive before those old guys attack... otherwise Golden Crocodile will use the excuse again..."
Bibi Dong's heart was on fire, and the miserable scene of the Administrative Hall turning into a pot of porridge, Red Cardinal people looking at each other in disbelief, and the table covered with memorials had already appeared in his mind.
However.
When she rushed to the door of the Administrative Hall out of breath and pushed open the heavy door.
"Squeak--"
The expected noise and chaos did not appear.
Instead, the hall was eerily quiet.
You can hear the needle drop.
Bibi Dong was stunned, subconsciously slowed down his steps and looked into the hall.
In the huge government affairs hall, more than a dozen Red Cardinal who were supposed to have lunch or take a rest while fishing, as well as the only two high-ranking Platinum Cardinal from Spirit City, were all sitting neatly at their desks at this moment.
They lowered their heads and swung the pens in their hands so much that sparks appeared. They were all sweating profusely and did not even dare to take a breath, as if there were some wild beasts watching them behind them.
And right above the main hall, in the position that originally belonged to her.
Nan Feng (the clone) was crossing his legs. He wasn't even sitting on the hard chair. Instead, he got a soft cushion from somewhere to lean on and casually flipped through a file in his hand.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing.
"..."
Bibi Dong stood at the door, looking at this scene, a little confused.
At this moment, Nan Feng seemed to have finished reading the file in his hand.
He didn't speak, didn't even raise his eyelids.
I just threw the file down the stairs.
"Crack."
The file fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
This sound was like thunder in the dead silent hall.
The bodies of the two Platinum Cardinals below trembled violently. One of them, an old man in his sixties, was so frightened that the flesh on his face trembled. He hurriedly ran over to pick up the file, without even daring to look at the person above him, and returned tremblingly to rewrite.
Not a word was exchanged throughout the whole process.
Only silent fear spreads in the air.
Nan Feng didn't even release any Soul Power pressure. He just sat there and occasionally glanced at the audience with a look that looked at garbage.
That look seemed to say:
"Can I do it? If I can't do it, I'll die."
Bibi Dong looked a little confused.
This efficiency... this deterrence...
It seems to be higher than when she was here?
In the main hall, as the real Bibi Dong appeared, the moment of deathly silence seemed to solidify into reality.
Although more than a dozen Red Cardinal and two Platinum Cardinal did not dare to raise their heads, they still caught a glimpse of the panting His Holiness the Pope at the door with slightly messy hair, and then looked at the frosty "His Holiness the Pope" sitting on the high platform with a terrifying aura.
Two Bibi Dong?!
If it were in the past, this group of people would probably have exploded, and would even shout "there is an assassin" or "evil" on the spot.
But at this moment, there was only horror and surprise in their eyes, but no doubt.
Because in the few days after Nan Feng finished the battle of the Clear Sky Sect and the master returned to the court, the rumor that "His Holiness the Pope would occasionally separate an uncontrollable clone due to his training in Twin Martial Souls, resulting in Martial Soul Mutation" had been spread by Nan Feng intentionally or unintentionally.
Elder Hall had known about it for a long time. After all, Nan Feng had changed in front of them. Although these executive-level bishops had only heard about it, seeing it with their own eyes now, they felt that the rumors were indeed true!
And... this "clone" is obviously more terrifying and more violent than the original!
"What are you doing standing still? Did your pen break?"
Nan Feng on the high platform glanced coldly at the people stagnant below.
"Shuashuashua--"
The sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper suddenly sounded again, even faster than before.
Everyone wanted to bury their heads in their crotches, not daring to take another look, let alone ask any more questions.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
No matter which one is true and which one is false, you can crush them to death at any time!
Bibi Dong stood at the door, watching this strange scene, took a deep breath, calmed down, then winked at Nan Feng on the stage, turned and walked towards the Side Hall next to him.
Nan Feng didn't do any ink, so he threw the file away, got up and followed.
Within the Side Hall.
As soon as the door closed, Bibi Dong couldn't help it anymore.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Those two Platinum Cardinal, as well as the row of Red Cardinal sitting below, were all trusted confidants promoted by Qian Xunji! After Qian Xunji died, they were almost all taken over by that old guy Golden Crocodile!"
"These people are all Golden Crocodile's spies. I usually have no time to guard against them!"
"Good for you! You actually leave all government affairs to them? You even ask them to approve official documents on your behalf?"
"What if something happens? What if they tamper with the files?"
Bibi Dong was pacing back and forth in the room, looking restless:
"Now is the critical period to seize power. I must do everything personally and hold all the power in my own hands! You are actually acting as a hands-off boss at this time?!"
"Sit down, sit down."
Nan Feng grabbed Bibi Dong, who was shaking him dizzy, and forced her down on the chair. Then he sat on the armrest next to him, putting one hand on her shoulder and speaking in a relaxed tone:
"Little Dongdong, your thinking is still stuck in the past."
"That was before."
Nan Feng looked into her eyes and analyzed seriously:
"Before, you had no prestige, no foundation, and no creditable achievements. In addition, Qian Xunji had just died and rumors were flying everywhere. People were dissatisfied with you and even wanted to see your jokes. This is normal."
"At that time, you need to be careful and do everything in detail, because you can't trust anyone, and you can't suppress them."
"But what now?"
Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the main hall:
"Clear Sky Sect, you personally led the team in this battle! Spirit Hall won a great victory, not only disabled Clear Sky Sect, but even Tang Xiao brought the entire sect to surrender!"
"How much credit is this? How much prestige is this?!"
"Now, in the eyes of ordinary believers and Soul Master at the bottom, you are a reincarnated god! You are the master of the Spirit Hall's revival!"
"With this great power at hand, why are you still afraid of those few bishops who are begging for food under your hands?"
"But behind them is Golden Crocodile..." Bibi Dong frowned.
"Don't always think that Golden Crocodile is behind them, and don't always worry that Golden Crocodile will intervene."
Nan Feng interrupted her, "Your thinking is a little over-sensitive now, and it can even be said to be persecutory delusion."
"Putting aside Golden Crocodile, putting aside Elder Hall, who are the immediate superiors of these bishops?"
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong:
"It's you, His Holiness the Pope."
"Who holds the most direct power of life and death over them? Or you!"
"Yes, Golden Crocodile has a high status, and Elder Hall always sticks to his word. In terms of seniority, his status is even higher than yours."
"Then what?"
"Can Golden Crocodile bypass Pope and pay them wages directly? Can Golden Crocodile bypass Pope and promote them at will? Even if they make a mistake, can Golden Crocodile openly fall out with a Pope who has just made an unparalleled achievement in order to protect them?"
"The other way around."
"If you want to jerk them off, how much effort will it take?"
"You can just find any excuse for not doing things well and delaying the military flight. You don't even need an excuse. Just say that I don't like you and I want to replace you."
"Do they dare to resist? Do they dare to work but not to contribute?"
"They are not those Titled Douluo elders who even have to show courtesy to Pope. They are just a group of bureaucrats who rely on the Spirit Hall system to survive!"
Nan Feng approached Bibi Dong, "Remember, your current external persona is that of a strong, domineering, and even crazy iron-blooded Pope."
"Who among the people in the Spirit Hall is not a human spirit? What is a human spirit best at? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and making the most of the situation!"
"The stronger and unreasonable you are, the more cowardly they will be and the less they dare to gamble their lives with you."
"On the other hand, if you are timid and think about winning over them, trying to reason with them and talk about feelings."
"They will only think that you are weak and can be bullied, they will only think that you can't live without them, and then they will bite you on both sides!"
Nan Feng stood up and straightened his collar.
"Get it figured out, Dong'er."
"The situation has changed now."
"Now they should be trying their best to please you, the new Pope, for fear of being purged by you."
"It's not that you have to condescend to win over them."
"For these old fritters, the best way to manage them is just two words -"
"Fear."