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"Stop right there, what are you doing here?"

At the magnificent gate, a bald bodyguard dressed in a black suit and sunglasses stood in place, holding up one hand to block Ye Shu's way.

"Me?"

Ye Shu, carrying a double-barreled shotgun, said with a serious expression:

"I've come to see your Pope."

"Yes, yes, find the old Pope."

Feng Xi, who was following behind him, nodded, peeked half her head out from behind Ye Shu, and gave the bald bodyguard a sweet smile.

"Don't try that on me, I'm not buying it."

The bald bodyguard stood guard with his eyes fixed on him, his tone cold and hard.

A Sigma man will never fall into a woman's trap.

"A body search is required before entering; that's the rule."

The bodyguard pulled a dark stick from his crotch, weighed it in his hand, and the words "Body Search Stick" were faintly written on it.

"Spread your feet apart."

"Damn it, so much trouble."

Ye Shu reluctantly spread his arms and adopted a cooperative posture.

The bald bodyguard, holding the "body search stick," began his work with a serious expression—from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, meticulously and conscientiously.

The stick grazed Ye Shu's chest, abdomen, and waist...

Beep... beep...

The search stick made a loud beeping sound between Ye Shu's legs.

"hateful!"

The bodyguard bent down and looked down at Ye Shu's crotch.

Before Ye Shu and Feng Xi could react, he actually reached his hand into Ye Shu's crotch!

Fengxi: "????"

After groping around, the bodyguard looked up, holding a bent wire in his hand, and said with a serious expression, "A paperclip? Trying to assassinate our old Pope by stuffing this in your crotch?"

"It's just a paperclip."

Ye Shu shook the spear behind him and said speechlessly.

"I'll confiscate it first."

"Spread your legs apart again."

The bodyguard stuffed the paperclip back into his crotch, then used the search stick to search Ye Shu again.

Beep... Beep beep beep beep beep!

"hateful!"

The bodyguard frowned and reached into Ye Shu's crotch again.

This time, he took out a roll of parchment, on which were written the words "Covenant of the Gods" in crooked handwriting.

The bodyguard grabbed the edge of the paper and looked at it again and again before realizing what was happening.

I feel like I can't read.

"What is this?"

"The Covenant of the Gods," Ye Shu replied in a serious tone.

"Are you trying to assassinate our old Pope by putting this thing in your crotch?" the bodyguard said with a serious expression.

"Do you have some kind of peculiar fetish for crotches?"

"Spread your legs apart again."

The bodyguard, expressionless, stuffed the parchment into his crotch and raised the search stick again.

Beep—beep be ...

..................

Ten hours later.

The bodyguard tossed a Fiji cup to the ground, stroked his chin, and looked at Ye Shu, who was only wearing his underwear, saying, "That's enough, that's about right."

"So I can go in now, right?"

Just as Ye Shu was about to take a step, the bodyguard suddenly pointed to the double-barreled shotgun behind him and asked, "What's that on your back?"

"this?"

Ye Shu held the double-barreled shotgun in his hands and said in a serious tone, "A double-barreled shotgun, huh?"

"OK! Approved!"

When the bodyguard gave an OK sign, he pointed to the door.

"Go in."

"Wind, let's go!"

Ye Shu pulled up Feng Xi, who was squatting to the side playing with cat poop with foxtail grass, and strode towards the main hall.

boom!

The bronze door, carved with angels, was kicked open.

"Who is the old Pope?"

Ye Shu walked straight into the main hall with his gun in hand. The main hall was extremely empty, with only a long red carpet. At the end of the red carpet was a tall holy throne, on which sat an old man with a white beard wearing a golden triple crown and a white robe.

"Huh? Huh?!!!"

The old pope was astonished the moment he saw Ye Shu.

Are you kidding me?!

How could the Human Emperor be here?

Then, he noticed the wind behind Ye Shu, "So...so that's how it is, the Holy Maiden actually betrayed us."

"Damn it."

"What are those Vatican bodyguards doing? They get paid so much every year, and they don't even bother to remind us?"

The old pope gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

Ye Shu had already walked onto the red carpet, pressing the muzzle of a double-barreled shotgun against his forehead, his gaze icy.

"So you're the one who wants to kill me?"

The scent of death spread along the muzzle of the gun.

The old pope's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks. He could feel the cold metallic touch, smell the lingering gunpowder from the muzzle, and feel the chilling aura emanating from the man before him—an aura that even made him, the spokesperson for God, shudder.

Damn it...

Where is the Holy Angel?

Could it be that he's going to die here, having appeared in less than five chapters?

Just as Ye Shu was about to pull the trigger...

The old pope had a brilliant idea in a moment of crisis!

He suddenly raised his hands and roared like a madman, "I...I...I...I'm not the old Pope!"

"Um?"

Ye Shu frowned slightly, pointing the gun at the old Pope's head. "Then who are you?"

"I'm just a Santa Claus who likes little boys."

Upon hearing this, Ye Shu looked at him suspiciously.

After staring at him for a mere 0.01 seconds, the old Pope could feel the gun barrel rise by 0.01 centimeters.

"Damn it, they actually ran away beforehand?"

Ye Shu frowned deeply.

"Wind, let's go."

He flicked his non-existent hem of clothing, turned, and left.

"Okay, honey." Feng Xi nodded and quickly jogged to catch up with him.

Behind them, the old pope lay half-paralyzed on his throne, panting heavily, his white robes soaked with cold sweat.

Anyway, I survived.

Although the Human Emperor may eventually realize what's happening and come back to fight.

But that will be next time.

Next time, he could be Churchill, Napoleon, Caesar, or a polar bear—whoever survives will be the one.

However, just as the old pope finally breathed a sigh of relief...

As Fengxi reached the door, she suddenly turned around, raised her hand, waved gently, and gave him a sweet smile: "Goodbye, Grandpa Pope. Fengxi will come back to see you."

The old pope's face froze instantly.

Ye Shu also stopped walking.

He slowly turned his head and gave the pale-faced old pope a terrifying smile: "So you're the dog pope."

"You like little boy Santa Claus, right?"

............

That winter, in a house in the Eagle Country.

A little boy pointed at the Christmas tree and asked curiously, "Dad, why is there an old man without clothes on our Christmas tree?"

"Oh, that's Santa Claus."