Xu Mu's words had already made the Empress furious.
Now Xu Mu's look made him even angrier.
Just as the Empress was about to speak again,
the Pope's voice sounded in his ear:
"Third brother, shut up!"
The Pope was truly miserable right now!
Arrogant as he had been, he suddenly saw the situation clearly.
He was beginning to realize that he and his two brothers might really be no match for Xu Mu.
All they could do was calm Xu Mu down bit by bit, then run back to their organization.
That was the safest option.
But before the Pope could even put his plan into action, that idiot third brother started provoking trouble.
The Pope had never felt so speechless in his life.
But however much trouble the Empress caused, he was still the Pope's own younger brother.
Even if the Pope wanted to kill him, he couldn't actually do it.
He could only repeat silently to himself:
Don't get angry! Don't get angry!
He's my own younger brother!
With that thought, the Pope began beating the Empress senseless in his imagination.
Once he was done, the Pope let out a long sigh.
Then he said to Xu Mu:
"Young friend, could we call a temporary truce?"
He couldn't be blamed for backing down. The fight just now had shown him how badly outmatched the three brothers were.
If they kept fighting, Xu Mu might really kill them all before long.
The Pope wanted even more badly to return to his organization.
Then he could bring every chairman there and have a proper fight with Xu Mu.
While he was still thinking about how to escape, Xu Mu's voice reached his ears.
"You think you can fight when you want and stop when you want?"
"Don't you think