Shen Le, Let's Put Some Pressure on the Holy See?

Footsteps rang out in rapid succession.

The young man from the Special Affairs Bureau hurried past the group and stepped in front of Shen Le.

The old Daoist strolled along leisurely, seeming not even to lift his feet, yet in a flash he had appeared before Shen Le.

As for the deputy director, he quickly moved closer to the two cultural relic experts. Casually turning sideways, he shielded them in the corner behind him.

"What? Should we take that as a threat from your side?!"

Shen Le's brows had already shot up, but at the deputy director's words, they settled calmly again. He lightly pushed the young man behind him and looked straight at Father Campbell.

"Do you mean that if the balance of power between the two sides is upset, you will attack the other side—and, in the course of that attack, incidentally harm us?"

Father Campbell's face darkened. Seriously? Seriously? Weren't Chinese people always polite, reserved, and refined?

How could they not tolerate even a single sentence before immediately tearing into him?

"I'm not—" he tried to salvage the situation. Shen Le gave him no room to explain and continued smoothly.

"Or do you mean that, once these vampires and werewolves repair their holy artifacts, they will attack you—and casually take us out in the process as well?"

"We won't!"

"Of course we won't!"

Several leaders of the dark world spoke in unison. Shen Le gave a soft snort, turned, and walked away. Behind him, the old Daoist leisurely flicked his whisk, his voice steady.

"Even if something unforeseen happens, we have the ability to protect ourselves, protect the cultural relics, and protect our compatriots."

The universe is boundless; the laws of heaven and earth, lend me your power! A streak of multicolored light suddenly lit up from