bookbashuk Chapter 79 Can you do it? If you can't, then die.
Chapter 79 Can you do it? If you can't, then die.
Chapter 79 Can you do it? If you can't, then die.
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"call"
Bibi Dong rubbed her temples, preparing to get out of bed.
Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to the bright sun outside the window.
The light—the angle—
wrong!
What time is it now?!
Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically, and she turned her head sharply to look at the clock on the bedside table.
"noon?!!"
Bibi Dong sprang up from the bed instantly, her mind blank.
She slept until noon?!
It's over! It's over!
There was still a mountain of official documents piling up at the Government Affairs Hall that hadn't been approved, the procedures for receiving various sects hadn't been finalized, and several legion mobilization orders were waiting for her signature—
Having just finished a war, with everything in ruins and needing to be rebuilt, she, as the new pope, was at a crucial moment of establishing rules and consolidating power, with countless tasks to be completed during the handover process.
She actually skipped work for half a day?!
"Nan Feng! You bastard! Why didn't you call me?!"
While cursing the irresponsible clone in her mind, Bibi Dong washed up and changed clothes at the fastest speed she had ever done in her life.
In just five minutes, the languid Sleeping Beauty disappeared, replaced by His Holiness the Pope, dressed in magnificent attire, exuding an aura of grandeur yet displaying a face full of anxiety.
She lifted her skirt, disregarding even her demeanor, and hurriedly rushed to the Hall of State Affairs.
"We must get there before those old guys make a scene—otherwise, Golden Crocodile will seize the opportunity to cause trouble again—"
Bibi Dong was burning with anxiety, her mind already conjuring up a chaotic scene: the government hall in complete disarray, the cardinals exchanging bewildered glances, and memorials piled high on the table.
however.
When she rushed breathlessly to the entrance of the government affairs hall and pushed open the heavy door.
The expected noise and chaos did not materialize.
Instead, the main hall was eerily quiet.
You could hear a pin drop.
Bibi Dong was stunned. She subconsciously slowed her pace and looked into the hall.
Inside the vast government hall, the dozen or so cardinals who should have been having lunch or taking a break at this time, along with the only two high-ranking platinum bishops of Wuhun City, were all sitting neatly at their respective desks.
They kept their heads down, wielding their pens so hard they seemed to be sparking, sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe, as if some ferocious beast was watching them from behind.
And right above the main hall, in the spot that originally belonged to her.
Nan Feng (his clone) was sitting with his legs crossed, not even sitting on the hard chair, but instead leaning against a soft cushion he had somehow gotten his hands on, casually flipping through a document in his hand.
The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely oppressive.
Bibi Dong stood at the door, looking at this scene, somewhat bewildered.
Just then, Nan Feng seemed to have finished reading the document in his hand.
He didn't speak, and didn't even lift his eyelids.
He simply tossed the document down the steps.
"Smack."
The document fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
This sound was like a thunderclap in the deathly silent hall.
The two platinum bishops below trembled violently. One of them, an old man who looked to be in his sixties, was so frightened that the flesh on his face twitched three times. He hurriedly scrambled over to pick up the document, not daring to look at the person above, and shakily went back to rewrite it.
There was not a single word exchanged throughout the entire process.
Only a silent fear spread through the air.
Nan Feng didn't even release any soul power pressure; he just sat there, occasionally scanning the entire scene with a look of disdain.
That look in his eyes seemed to say, "Can you do it? If you can't, then die."
Bibi Dong was a little confused.
This efficiency—this deterrent power—
It seems to be even taller than when she was there?
Inside the main hall, as the real Bibi Dong appeared, the deathly silence of that moment seemed to solidify into a tangible reality.
Although the dozen or so cardinals and two platinum bishops dared not look up, they still caught a glimpse of His Holiness the Pope at the door, panting and with slightly disheveled hair, and then looked at the "His Holiness the Pope" sitting on the high platform, cold as ice and with a terrifying aura.
Two Bibi Dongs?!
If it were in the past, these people would probably have already exploded, and might even have shouted "There's an assassin!" or "There's a monster!"
But at this moment, their eyes were filled with shock and realization, but not with doubt.
Because in the few days after Nan Feng finished the battle against Wu Tianzong and returned to the capital, rumors about "His Holiness the Pope's martial soul mutating due to cultivating twin martial souls, occasionally separating an uncontrollable clone" had already been spread by Nan Feng intentionally or unintentionally.
The Elders' Hall already knew, after all, Nan Feng had changed in front of them. Although these executive bishops had only heard about it, seeing it with their own eyes now, they felt that the rumors were indeed true!
Moreover—this "clone" is clearly more terrifying and more violent than the original!
"What are you standing there for? Did your pen break?"
Nan Feng, standing on the high platform, glanced coldly at the crowd that had stopped below.
The sound of the pen tip scratching against the paper rang out again instantly, even faster than before.
Everyone wanted to bury their heads in their crotches, not daring to look at it for long, let alone ask a question.
Immortals fight, mortals suffer.
Regardless of which is real and which is fake, we can crush them anytime!
Bibi Dong stood at the door, watching this bizarre scene. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then winked at Nan Feng on the platform before turning and walking towards the side hall.
Nan Feng didn't waste any time. He casually tossed the document aside, got up, and followed.
I IIE
Inside the side hall.
As soon as the door closed, Bibi Dong couldn't hold back any longer.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Those two platinum bishops, and the row of cardinals sitting below, were all trusted confidants promoted by Qian Xunji!"
After Qian Xunji died, they were almost all taken over by that old guy Jin E!
"These guys are all Golden Crocodile's informants; I'm always too busy guarding against them!"
"And you actually dump all the government affairs on them? You even have them approve official documents for you?"
"What if something goes wrong? What if they tamper with the documents?"
Bibi Dong paced back and forth in the room, appearing anxious: "This is a crucial period for seizing power. I must be hands-on and have all the power in my own hands! How can you be a hands-off manager at a time like this?!"
"Sit down, sit down."
Nan Feng grabbed Bibi Dong, who was making him dizzy, and forcefully pressed her into a chair. Then he sat on the armrest next to her, put one hand on her shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone, "Little Dongdong, your mind is still stuck in the past."
"That was before."
Looking into her eyes, Nan Feng analyzed earnestly, "Before, you had no prestige, no foundation, and no notable achievements. In addition, Qian Xunji had just died, and rumors were flying everywhere. It's normal that people were not convinced by you and even wanted to see you make a fool of yourself."
"At that time, you need to be very careful and do everything yourself, because you can't trust anyone and you can't control them."
"But what about now?"
Nan Feng pointed towards the main hall: "You personally led the battle against Wu Tianzong! The Spirit Hall won a great victory, not only crippling Wu Tianzong, but even Tang Xiao led his entire sect to surrender!"
"What a great achievement! What immense prestige!!"
"Right now, in the eyes of those ordinary followers and low-level Soul Masters, you are a god reborn! You are the restorer of the Spirit Hall!"
"With this overwhelming power in your hands, why should you be afraid of those few bishops who have to beg for food under your command?"
"But behind them is the Golden Crocodile—" Bibi Dong frowned.
"Don't always think that they have a powerful backer, and don't always worry that the powerful backer will get involved."
Nan Feng interrupted her, "Your thinking is a bit too sensitive right now, you could even call it paranoia."
"Leaving aside the Golden Crocodile and the Elders' Hall, who are these bishops' direct superiors?"
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong: "It's you, Your Holiness the Pope."
"Who holds the most direct power of life and death over them? It's still you!"
"Yes, the Golden Crocodile holds a high position and his word is law in the Elder Hall. In terms of seniority, his status is even above yours."
"and then?"
"Can Golden Crocodile bypass the Pope and pay their salaries directly? Can Golden Crocodile promote them arbitrarily, bypassing the Pope? Furthermore, if they make mistakes, would Golden Crocodile openly turn against a Pope who has just achieved unparalleled merit, just to protect them?"
"in turn."
"How much effort would it take to take them down?"
"Just find any excuse for poor performance or delays in military operations, or even no excuse at all, just say that I don't like you and I want to replace you."
"Would they dare to resist? Would they dare to shirk their duties?"
"They're not those titled Douluo elders who even the Pope has to show them deference; they're just a group of bureaucrats who depend on the Spirit Hall system for their survival!"
Nan Feng leaned closer to Bibi Dong and said, "Remember, your public persona right now is that of a powerful, domineering, and even somewhat insane iron-blooded pope."
"Everyone in the Spirit Hall is a shrewd operator. What are shrewd operators best at? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and changing their tune with the wind!"
"The more assertive and unreasonable you are, the more cowardly they become, and the less willing they are to gamble their lives with you."
"Conversely, if you are timid and hesitant, thinking about trying to win them over, thinking about reasoning with them or talking about feelings with them."
"They'll only think you're weak and easily bullied, that you can't live without them, and then they'll take advantage of you and try to profit from both sides!"
Nan Feng stood up and straightened his collar.
"Get this straight, Dong'er."
"The situation has changed."
"Now they should be scrambling to curry favor with you, the new pope, for fear of being purged by you."
"Instead of you lowering yourself to win them over."
"The best way to manage these seasoned veterans can be summed up in just two words: one."
"fear."
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