I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 445

Seeing his men leave with Hilo, Ralph looked away and once again took control of the situation.

Should the interview continue?

The reporters, who had been wondering what had happened, were reminded of this and immediately put the previous anomaly behind them, starting to ask about many internal details.

Those on the periphery who couldn't squeeze into the front row also began, as he had expected, to seek out and interview members of the cult.

Ralph's earlier statements were repeatedly proven true, and the situation began to develop as he had predicted.

The beauty of public opinion lies in the fact that doubts arise, and charges are established.

Faced with societal misunderstanding, there are only two choices.

Either abandon your pride as a strongman and let these ants, whom you can crush at will, slander and humiliate you at will, or use your military might to intimidate everyone and silence them in fear.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, this would be no different from what the religious order does.

His already fragile connection with human society was almost completely severed.

When despair descends, can he, who has been so harshly criticized, still fight for these humans without reservation?
Ralph thought it was unlikely.

The final outcome is likely that the other party just watches it all happen.

Since we cannot kill the enemy, we will destroy his spirit.

The ultimate goal of all this is to make

Unlike Chen Wujiu, he tended to act cautiously.

As long as the final result is good, the intermediate process is completely unimportant.

The means are only divided into effective and ineffective; there is no distinction between despicable and noble.

That's why he sent the nun to the scene when the leader was at a disadvantage, hoping to interfere with the young man's actions and turn the tide of the battle.

Unexpectedly, the leader did not appreciate this and even showed anger.

Ralph couldn't understand.

The young fighters are quite capable, and can even defeat the leader's clones head-on despite being subject to many unfavorable conditions.

If we don't nip it in the bud now, it will surely become a major threat to them in the future.

Why did the leader let him go?

Do you not know the principle that even a lion will exert all its strength when hunting a rabbit?

At this point, we should summon all the nearby clones to come here and work together to kill the enemy who is already at his last gasp.

However, Chen Wujiu was the founder and the highest decision-maker of the cult, and he had no right to question any of the former's decisions or actions.

He only needs to do his job well, acting as a sharp blade that no one pays attention to, yet deeply penetrates the enemy's body from between their bones.

A shadow gradually approaching interrupted Ralph's thoughts.

Almost instantly, he concealed the sinister look on his face and continued to play the role of a disaster survivor.

Are there any new interview questions?

He looked up and saw that the person standing in front of him was not a reporter, but a young man with black hair and black eyes.

Ralph's blood seemed to freeze, and cracks appeared in his perfect mask.

He had never seen Su Fan's appearance up close.

Even so, Ralph could still confirm the other party's true identity from the imposing aura emanating from him.

why?
Why is he here?

Why can't I see his face clearly?

What stood before him at this moment seemed to be an aggregate of mysteries.

So much so that he was stunned for a full second before regaining his Oscar-worthy acting skills.

"You dare to show up here so brazenly, you butcher."

He suddenly raised his voice.

This shout successfully attracted the attention of others.

Many reporters were surprised to see an unfamiliar Asian face suddenly appear in the area, but based on what Ralph had said, they quickly guessed who he was.

"He's the cult leader! That madman who killed thousands of innocent people!" "What! He actually dares to show his face here!"

"That damned murderer!"

"You will pay the price for your atrocities!"

Howls erupted from below, and the crowd was instantly enraged, seemingly wishing to tear the young man on the stage apart by five horses and subject him to a slow, agonizing death.

The reporter who had previously spoken to Su Fan turned to look at the cameraman beside him.

His colleagues, who had come with him to the scene, were also roaring angrily, their faces red and veins bulging on their necks.

He suddenly felt like the world had gone mad.

Without any evidence, a person can be convicted based solely on the testimonies of a group of people.

Didn't they consider the possibility that these people might collude to give false testimony in private?
Or were they all bewitched?
A sense of powerlessness rose in the hearts of the few who remained silent in the crowd.

Attacking the youth on the stage is an inevitable trend.

Even if they shouted themselves hoarse, they could only be drowned out by the waves of noise.

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"There's nothing you can do about this situation."

Constantine leaned against the wall, a nearly burnt-out cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His face and body were covered in blood, and his trench coat was torn.

"There's nothing we can do now, but we will prove his innocence as soon as possible afterward."

The bishop coughed twice as he spoke.

His current situation isn't much better than Constantine's.

The physical exertion was so severe that I no longer cared about my appearance.

He sighed.

"Humans are always sinful and foolish."

"The Son of God, the Messiah, came into this world to save the sinful people, to exercise authority, and to manifest God's glory."

"But he was born in a manger, of humble status. He did not fit the image of the Messiah in the Jewish mind. What they wanted was a king like David or Solomon, who could rule the country and be invincible."

So they threw stones at Jesus, accused him of performing miracles through the power of Beelzebub, and finally even crucified him alive.

Even so, on his deathbed, Jesus pleaded with Jehovah to forgive humanity's ignorance and sin.

"Are you trying to get him to do the same saintly things as Jesus?"

Constantine's lips twitched slightly.

"That's fucking bullshit."

"No, I mean, whatever he does next is understandable."

Bishop Fergus bowed his head and used the last remaining dry corner of his garment to wipe his glasses.

"Only a saint can maintain a pure heart and perform acts of salvation after enduring such malice."

"He is not a saint, nor does he bear the responsibility for all of this. He did good deeds but did not receive the respect he deserved; instead, he was misunderstood."

"If he had chosen to stand by and do nothing, no one in this city would have survived."

"You could say that everyone owes him a life."

"He has already done enough. There is no reason for him to do anything more."

"Actually, I'm also very curious about what he will do."

Upon hearing Fergus's words, Constantine turned his head.

"Then why don't you take a look for yourself?"

"Let's forget it."

Fergus sighed softly.

"I'm afraid to see rivers of blood."

(End of this chapter)