"Yes, it's one hundred million!"
"Alright then! I can give it a try."
Facing The Holy See's irresistible monetary offer, Chu Feng ultimately had no choice but to concede defeat.
As the saying goes, money can make even ghosts turn the millstone. Chu Feng was also a layman and had yet to reach the lofty realm where money is seen as mere dirt.
Let others be noble if they want to, I want money anyway!
After muttering to himself, Chu Feng smiled and nodded at Bishop Connell.
"Now that everything is clear, I won't linger here any longer. I'll come to see you after I've dealt with that Demon! Goodbye, Bishop Connell."
After waving to the elderly man on the bed, Chu Feng turned and walked towards the door of the hospital room.
"Bishop Chu Feng, be careful. I'll be waiting here for your good news!"
Bishop Connell's somewhat weak voice came from behind.
"Of course, definitely!"
Outside the hospital's main entrance, a black minivan seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.
