He turned to the man in red, smiling as he said, "Do you have faith in the Lord? But how are you sure I don't have this authority, did it tell you personally?"
The man in red stood there quietly, seemingly lost in thought, and then his expression went blank as if he had crashed like a computer.
Goodness, when you can't argue, just play dumb.
Su Changxing paused, thinking they might have a debate on religious philosophy, the existence or nonexistence, but unexpectedly, the other party flipped the board and started playing foul.
He raised his gun, aimed at the man in red, with a smirk on his lips, "The Lord says, I will judge you."
At this moment, a slightly aged voice echoed in the space.
"To casually defile another's faith is an act of barbarism."
A gray-white shadow appeared behind the man in red, constantly changing, finally taking the shape of a hunched old man holding two balls in his hands.
At a glance, there was a familiar feeling.
