Chapter 178: Enforcement Has Warmth, Batons Have Force
As the first ray of morning sun sprinkled upon the earth, the magnificent outline of Spirit City faintly appeared in the rosy glow of dawn.
Just then, a figure with the characteristic buzz cut look, though travel-worn, still held his neck high, appearing at the end of the official road leading into Spirit City.
As he got closer to the city gate, this "Continents Number One Theory Master," who had been away for many years, felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness well up inside him.
After all, this was the place where he had once stumbled, and it was also the place where that woman resided.
"It's fine, Yu Xiaogang."
He took a deep breath, frantically building up his psychological defense in his heart.
"You are now the renowned Master, the Pope's one and only White Moonlight. All the misunderstandings back then were the fault of that beast Qian Xunji! Donger loves you so much; as long as you are willing to humble yourself, she will definitely understand your difficulties and even compensate you doubly!"
Under such top-tier self-hypnosis, the apprehension in Yu Xiaogang's eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by an incomprehensible confidence and arrogance.
He straightened his back, hands clasped behind him, and swaggered toward the direction of the The Pope's Palace with an air that acknowledged no one.
However, Master Yu instinctively overlooked one thing.
Currently, he did not possess a popes edict like in the original story; even meeting Bibi Dong would be a huge question mark.
After all, any guard with a functioning brain would not simply do whatever a Great Soul Master told them to.
Furthermore, because he had recklessly consumed the rare secret medicine found through his astonishing wisdom previously, his life force was overdrawn. Coupled with the fatigue from traveling from Heaven Dou City to Spirit City, his complexion was now sallow, his eye sockets sunken, and even his walk was somewhat unsteady.
Add to that his frail Soul Power fluctuation, which could never achieve a Breakthrough beyond rank twenty...
In the eyes of outsiders, this was hardly a Master; he clearly looked like a destitute middle-aged beggar who had just escaped famine!
What he knew even less was that a large net had already been cast for him.
Porcupinefish Douluo, dispatched by Qian Renxue, had already arrived in advance and coordinated with the Hall of Worship.
In the "secret room" specially prepared for Yu Xiaogang, several burly men with brutish faces and emitting a strong "philosophical aura" were rubbing their hands together, waiting for this "honored guest" to walk into the trap.
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After entering Spirit City, seeing the familiar yet strange layout around him, Yu Xiaogang felt a wave of emotion and even had the leisure to point at the buildings along the road.
But he did not linger. Relying on the route in his memory, he went straight to the gate of the towering, magnificent The Pope's Palace at the back mountain.
As soon as he stopped, he adopted his classic hands-behind-the-back posture and shouted at the guards at the door in a commanding tone,
"You, immediately take This Master to see Pope Bibi Dong."
His tone of entitlement completely stunned the two fully armed Palace Knights at the door.
The two exchanged glances, both seeing great confusion in the other's eyes.
Who is this lunatic?
Dare to call the Pope by name right outside the center of power of Spirit Hall, and with the air of a grandpa ordering his grandson around? Could he be some hidden Elder?
But...
The two sized up the buzz cut before them, realizing that no matter how they looked at him, this fellow was just a good-for-nothing Great Soul Master below rank twenty! And he looked like someone suffering from excessive kidney depletion.
"Old Li, am I seeing things correctly? Doesn't this look like trash whose Soul Power hasn't even reached level thirty?"
The knight on the left asked in a low voice, looking strange, "Or maybe this person is actually a peerless expert playing a game of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger?"
The knight on the right was also puzzled and was just about to step forward to drive him away.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he quickly grabbed his companion.
"Wait! Old Chen, do you remember the task specifically assigned by the Lords of the Hall of Worship a couple of days ago?"
"If a good-for-nothing with Soul Power around level twenty, a buzz cut, and an extremely arrogant attitude comes to the The Pope's Palace demanding to see the Pope..."
"The Lords said, don't be polite. Beat him up first, then take him directly to 'that place'!"
Hearing this, the knight called Old Chen slapped his thigh hard, and the look in his eyes as he regarded Yu Xiaogang instantly changed.
From initial contempt to a kind of thoughtful amusement.
It should be known that although Spirit City was nominally under the Pope's jurisdiction, the grassroots of the Palace Knight Corps were mostly loyalists of the Angel Family. They naturally executed the orders from the Hall of Worship without reservation.
Meanwhile, seeing that these two "watchdogs" had been silent for a long time and had not knelt to salute, Yu Xiaogang's face visibly flushed.
Being looked down upon by those common folk outside was one thing, but now that he was in Spirit City, on his "old flame's" turf, he had to endure the wrath of these two gatekeepers?
This instantly dealt a critical blow to his fragile and sensitive self-esteem!
"Insolent!"
Yu Xiaogang proudly raised his chin, his finger nearly poking the knight's nose, and roared in fury,
"Is this how Spirit Hall trains its subordinates? They clearly have no discernment!"
"This Master is a close friend of His Holiness the Pope! And the only Theoretical Master in today's Soul Master World!"
"You two lowly creatures, why don't you immediately kneel, kowtow, and beg This Master for forgiveness? Otherwise, when I see Donger, I will certainly charge you with the crime of great disrespect!"
???
Good, good, good, this buzz cut is actually this rampant!
"You good-for-nothing Great Soul Master actually dare to speak to this Soul King with such courage?"
The guard named Chen raised his palm, which was enveloped in Soul Power, and slapped him away with a'smack' before Master Yu could prepare himself.
Yu Xiaogang, slowly getting up from the ground, felt dizzy, followed by a sense of disbelief.
He pointed at himself in confusion, then pointed toward the two guards, "You actually dare to humiliate This Master like this?"
Yu Xiaogang looked utterly incredulous.
"Humiliate you? My brother and I still need to properly deal with you!"
"Old Li, go! First, dislocate this good-for-nothing's jaw so he won't wail outside and disturb the noble leisure of the Lords in the The Pope's Palace!"
Two gleaming golden batons were somehow produced by the two of them from somewhere.
No time to hesitate: one strike to the mouth to prevent begging for mercy!
A second strike to keep him back to prevent escape!
Enforcement has warmth, batons have force!
"Wuwuwu..."
Instantly, Master Yu was beaten while clutching his head, crying out for mercy.
His face was beaten until it was bruised and swollen beyond recognition.
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