The theory is plagiarized, dead people have nothing to do with me? The scumbag's bottom line!

At that thought, a smile of uttermost coldness slowly spread across Bibi Dong's young, stunningly beautiful face.

She stepped forward to the very front of the ceremonial platform and looked down at the trash still stubbornly talking tough on the cross.

After his initial panic passed, Yu Xiaogang realized he was completely unharmed, and his courage instantly swelled again.

"What? Out of tricks? You think this kind of mystical nonsense can scare me?"

Thinking he had seen through Lin Feng's bluff, he laughed even more wildly.

"I'm telling you, it's useless! I, Yu Xiaogang, have done nothing wrong and stand upright and honest. I fear nothing!"

Seeing his shameless, unrepentant face, Bibi Dong did not get angry. She merely parted her red lips.

"Yu Xiaogang."

Her voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached every ear in the plaza.

"I only want to ask you one thing."

"When you approached me back then, was it for Spirit Hall's records?"

The moment those words left her mouth, the entire crowd erupted!

No one had expected His Holiness the Pope to publicly ask such an explosive question!

This gossip instantly escalated from "academic fraud exposure" to "scumbag exposure"!

Yu Xiaogang froze for a moment, then prepared to burst into laughter, forcing an expression of wronged indignation onto his face.

"Bullshit!"

But before those two words could leave his mouth, it felt as though an invisible hand had seized his throat in a death grip!

The muscles on his face began twitching uncontrollably, his features twisting together, veins bulging across his forehead. He looked like he had been constipated for three days and three nights without being able to shit!

"I... I..."

He wanted to say, "No."

Yet his mouth instead uttered a syllable that terrified him out of his wits.

"Yes..."

"Yes!"