Dropping the Pretense? Demon Bear Douluo: So What?

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi, who was leisurely watching the show, nearly popped his eyes out of their sockets.

What is that?

Openly attempting to assassinate the Pope of the Spirit Hall?

Just based on him Yu Xiaogang?

Ning Fengzhi's gaze unconsciously drifted to Yu Xiaogang, who was convulsing on the ground, kicked like a dead dog.

With his current character, let alone assassinating the Pope, he probably couldn't even twist a chicken's neck now!

You Bibi Dong kicked him to death with two kicks, and now you're accusing him of assassinating you?

So many eyes are watching, do you think we're blind?!

Besides!

Even more outrageous is that they want to demand compensation from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for such a ridiculously absurd reason?

How can you, Bibi Dong, be even more shameless than me!?

He quickly picked up his teacup, took a big gulp, and tried to calm his agitated heart with the warm tea.

As he sipped his tea, he glanced at Ghost Leopard Douluo at another table.

In his view, Ghost Leopard Douluo, as an elder of the Spirit Hall and a titled Douluo- level powerhouse, should have some brains and judgment.

Bibi Dong's order was utterly absurd and clearly a joke.

Ghost Leopard Douluo definitely won't carry it out.

He would at most give a verbal response, and once His Holiness the Pope, the matter would be dropped.

However.

The moment Ning Fengzhi's gaze fell upon Ghost Leopard Douluo, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Just moments ago, Ghost Leopard Douluo seemed somewhat uninterested in revealing Yu Xiaogang's true colors in public.

Upon hearing the word "compensation".

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Compensation?

Compensation is great!

That's wonderful!

Ghost Leopard Douluo's mind was racing with calculations, practically sparking with anticipation.

Only family members know their own affairs.

What is the current financial situation of the Spirit Hall?

To put it nicely, it has a profound cultural heritage.

To put it bluntly, they're so poor they're barely able to afford food!

In order to unlock a monthly subscription service with his predecessor, His Holiness the Pope emptied out the Spirit Hall's treasure trove accumulated over thousands of years!

Although a few days ago, Young Master Qian Renxue "absconded with funds" from the Heaven Dou Empire, bringing back an astonishing fortune of half the empire's treasury.

The problem is, the Young Master didn't hand over that money to the public treasury!

That money is now the Young Master's own private treasury, and has absolutely nothing to do with these elders who are starving for it.

This has led to an extremely awkward situation.

The Spirit Hall's treasury is still empty!

What is the most direct impact of the treasure trove being emptied?

These Title Douluo who worked so hard for the Spirit Hall are now not receiving their salaries!

In the past, they were only focused on cultivating their skills and didn't care about material possessions like Gold Soul Coin.

But things are different now!

Previously, they were so focused on cultivating that they didn't really care about Gold Soul Coin and other valuable items.

But ever since that deadly restaurant, Maple Dye Pavilion, opened, the situation has completely changed!

Every dish here is free! And every single one is ridiculously expensive!

Although these titled Douluo were all incredibly wealthy, they were all rolling in money.

But we can't just keep spending without earning anything, and then run out of money, can we?

After all, people need food to survive; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal!

We need to make a living!

Now, His Holiness the Pope has personally given an open and aboveboard opportunity to "generate revenue" from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

This isn't about demanding compensation.

This is clearly a case of "mooching"! It's an attempt to solve the Spirit Hall's financial crisis!

"Yes, Your His Holiness the Pope! I obey your command! I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

Without a second thought, Ghost Leopard Douluo suddenly stood up from his seat, his voice booming with energy.

His excited expression made it seem as if Bibi Dong had bestowed upon him a great reward.

"Puff--!"

Ning Fengzhi just swallowed half a mouthful of tea when he couldn't hold it in any longer and spat it out, choking him and causing him to cough violently.

What?

What the hell did you say?

You're actually going to carry out such an outrageous order?

This is no longer about money; this is about tearing the face off the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and trampling on it mercilessly!

"Wait! Cough... cough cough!"

Ning Fengzhi hadn't even caught his breath when he hurriedly stood up and urgently stopped Ghost Leopard Douluo, who had already turned around and was ready to leave immediately.

He didn't bother wiping the tea stains from the corner of his mouth, but turned to Bibi Dong, his tone full of worry.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, isn't this decision... a bit too hasty?"

He carefully chose his words, trying to make his advice sound less harsh.

"If you do this directly, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will completely enrage that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen. At that time, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Spirit Hall might really break off all relations!"

Ning Fengzhi spoke with sincerity, analyzing the pros and cons from the perspective of an ally.

However.

Bibi Dong hasn't reacted yet.

At the next table, the Demon Bear Douluo, who was picking at his teeth with his fingers, raised his head in a muffled voice, his face full of innocent confusion.

Looking at Ning Fengzhi's anxious face, he asked a soul-searching question that would be recorded in history.

"So what happened?"

These three simple words, like a giant iron hammer, slammed repeatedly and fiercely onto Ning Fengzhi's head.

He was completely stunned.

In an instant, he almost lost control of his emotions and pointed at the Demon Bear Douluo's nose, cursing loudly.

What happened?

You're asking me what happened?

The situation on the mainland is already turbulent; what if this trivial matter really becomes the trigger for a full-scale war between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Spirit Hall?

No matter what, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the Upper Three Sects, with a profound foundation!

Within the sect, there is also Yu Yuanzhen, a long-established and renowned titled Douluo, who is in charge!

That old dragon's strength is unfathomable. What if it's forced into a corner and chooses a fight to the death, causing enormous losses to the Spirit Hall?

Can't you brutes with brains full of muscles understand these implications at all?!

Ning Fengzhi a tightness in his chest, unable to breathe properly, and almost suffered a heart attack on the spot.

Countless reasons, countless analyses, and countless worries were already on his lips.

But.

When he subconsciously turned his head, wanting to use facts and logic to "awaken" these reckless Spirit Hall brutes.

His gaze swept across the hall.

Then, all his words suddenly went unspoken.

What did he see?

He saw that Thousand Might Douluo was talking quietly with Subduing Demon Douluo, seemingly discussing whether they should order a pig's trotter to eat every day.

He saw Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo sitting together, admiring the "Enlightenment Tea Tree" in front of them.

He saw Magic Bear, Tuoba Xi, Snake Lance, Pufferfish... one table, two tables, three tables...

Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened even further.

He saw two or three tables full of Title Douluo!

Snap!

The next second, Ning Fengzhi raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the forehead...