Just as Wei Cangyue's hand touched his hat, Wei Cangyue suddenly leaped into the air.
"Teacher! Hey! Please put me down! I'm afraid of heights! I'm sorry, please put me down!"
The Crazy Old Man ignored Wei Cangyue's shouts and turned to look at Ye Qizhen.
"You also want to see what my apprentice looks like?"
Ye Qizhen took a step back from the bottom of her heart. "I never had that thought, never."
Didn't you see that even a dignified Fifth Rank Martial Artist was hanging in mid-air? He didn't want to follow in Wei Cangyue's footsteps.
"Hmph!" The Crazy Old Man snorted and walked up to C-32, looking down at him.
Jiang Fan also walked over. "He's a member of the Church of Justice."
" The Church of Justice?" Wei Cangyue, who was suspended in mid-air, suddenly stopped flailing his arms and legs and looked down at the ground.
Ye Qizhen also looked surprised. He had heard Yan Shuai mention it occasionally before, but he hadn't gone into details.
C-32 lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Release me now, or the protector will surely avenge me!"
The Crazy Old Man stepped on C-32's back, instantly breaking all of his ribs.
"Protectors are nothing! Even if your elders came—no, even if your Pope himself came—I'd still trample him under my feet!"
C-32's mouth was full of blood, and he stared at the Crazy Old Man with bloodshot eyes.
"How dare you insult our holy and great Pope! You will surely go to hell after you die! May you never be reincarnated!"
"I will never be reincarnated? You've got that backwards. It's probably your so-called Pope who will never be reincarnated!"
"What—what did you say?"
"Isn't that right? Look at the despicable things your Church of Justice has done over the years! How many children have you kidnapped? You even used the guise of running an orphanage to take these children away, brainwash them, and make them your followers, to serve you. People like you are simply intolerable!"
"We've done nothing but good. Those children were born with sin, and we took them away to purify their karma and give them a new life! So what we've done is nothing but good! It's an incredibly good deed!"
Hearing this, Jiang Fan finally understood why the Church of Justice had kidnapped children around the same age as Tang Guo recently—it was to facilitate brainwashing.
"Pah!" The Crazy Old Man couldn't help but spit.
"What a load of bull! You're separating them from their parents, causing countless families to break apart, wives and children to be separated, and some mothers even suffering mental breakdowns because they couldn't accept the fact that their children were lost. And you still dare to spout nonsense here, calling it a good thing?"
C-32 chuckled, "Those parents are short-sighted! When they realize what great things their children are doing, they'll be incredibly proud."
Looking at C-32's devout expression, everyone felt that he was beyond saving.
The Crazy Old Man sighed and shook his head. "If that deceased Holy Lord knew that the Church of Justice he founded had become this hell, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would jump out of his coffin and fight you all! What a pity. Such a figure, how dazzling he was back then. Just by standing there, countless people followed him, willing to follow in his footsteps."
Jiang Fan sensed something unusual in her words, and he tentatively asked, "Do you know the Holy Leader of the Church of Justice?"
"Ah!" the Crazy Old Man sighed, as if reminiscing.
"When I was this tall, I was probably eight or nine years old. I was traveling around with my old man—cough, with my master—and we happened to meet the Holy Master of the Church of Justice. The two of them hit it off immediately, feeling like they had known each other for a long time, and they drank and talked happily every night." As he said this, the Crazy Old Man's expression suddenly became lewd, and he looked at Jiang Fan with a somewhat smirking smile.
"Let me tell you, that Holy Lord is as fair-skinned as a woman, and the kind with red lips, white teeth, and exquisite features. He's incredibly beautiful, and he's attracted a lot of attention along the way. My master is like his protector, always handling any woman or man who tries to flirt with him."
Jiang Fan's lips twitched. "Could you please not look me in the face when you say that? Don't think I don't know you're subtly criticizing me."
The Crazy Old Man: "Hey! He's way more sly than you. He also likes to keep his hair long, and it's incredibly fine. When the wind blows, it flutters in the sunlight—it's an absolutely mesmerizing sight."
"So you were squinting?" Jiang Fan asked with a smile in his eyes.
"Cough cough cough!" The Crazy Old Man cleared his throat and glared at Jiang Fan with annoyance.
"What nonsense are you talking about?! I'm straight, how could I possibly be captivated by a man, especially an older one?"
"Really?" (Stare)
"Don't you want your eyes anymore?" The Crazy Old Man reached out to poke Jiang Fan's eyes, and Jiang Fan quickly took a step back, retreating to Ye Qizhen's side.
Ye Qizhen glanced at Jiang Fan and gave him a thumbs up.
There are very few in the entire Fortress No. 1 who dare to confront Master Li like this.
The Crazy Old Man continued, "I have to say, that guy does a lot of good deeds, but sometimes when he does good deeds, it makes you think he's crazy."
The Holy Lord's status is above that of the Pope. As a believer, if C-32 heard someone say that his Holy Lord was mentally ill, he would normally kill the person with a single blow. However, this old man in front of him knew the Holy Lord and had even spent some time with him. Clearly, he was no ordinary person.
"How so?" Jiang Fan also became interested.
The Crazy Old Man said, "Take me for example. I had cavities back then and couldn't eat sweets, so he took all my sweets away. Not only did he take them away, but he also deliberately ate them all right in front of me. Isn't that awful?"
Jiang Fan "..."
"He really does seem to be mentally ill," Jiang Fan nodded in agreement.
"And another thing, he kindly let the person who tried to kill him go."
"That person is actually quite nice."
"The problem is, he let him go, but before the man could even run ten seconds, he killed him."
"..."
"Furthermore, when he's short of money, he steals from the safes of unscrupulous wealthy businessmen, euphemistically calling it 'robbing the rich to help the poor.'"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan paused slightly, realizing that this Holy Lord's style of doing things was quite similar to his own.
Wait a minute! Could it be that this Holy Lord also has Good People and Good Deeds System"?
The system is always responsive.
[Master, you're overthinking it. This system is the only one of its kind in the entire universe.]
Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's why I said it before, this Holy Lord is just a dumpling, all white and clean-cut, but actually rotten to the core. Just like you, ruthless and cunning." The Crazy Old Man steered the conversation toward Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. "I think you just can't stand handsome people."
"Hey, what's there to be ashamed of? I was incredibly handsome when I was young, you can ask Wei if you don't believe me."