As soon as they started taking action, more members of the ancient martial arts club immediately rushed forward and besieged Professor Ge's students.
The number of members of the Guwu Club was much larger, not to mention the other students from No. 1 Middle School who also stepped forward to help. As a result, Professor Ge's students were surrounded. After a while, the ground was full of teeth, crying for father and mother.
From a distance, these people fighting together formed a pile of human flesh. Naturally, Professor Ge's students were pressed at the bottom. There were many people surrounding the outside, looking for opportunities to rush in.
The police arrived quickly, separated the two parties first, and then took away the main personnel for processing. Ling Cang naturally did not need to care, because other people would handle these matters. The members of the ancient martial arts club who were taken away all had some backgrounds, and no one would No matter what happened, it was Professor Ge's students who, as the victims, had no way of reasoning. At most they could just get some compensation.
After returning to the apartment, Ling Cang went online and found that there were discussions about him everywhere. Most of the comments supported him, and a few supported Professor Ge, but they were obviously gun articles.
In this big discussion, netizens once again demonstrated their wisdom, with various classic discourses emerging one after another. Some even made up jokes for Ling Cang and Professor Ge, showing how wise Ling Cang is and how stupid Professor Ge is.
Ling Cang was watching intently when an unfamiliar number called his cell phone: "Hello, Elder Adrian, I'm Krauchen,"
"Hello, Mr. Bishop," Ling Cang smiled slightly. The fact that Krauchen could make this call showed that the Holy See valued him very much.
"Dai Yunjie has sent me a message saying that you asked about the undercover..." After a pause, Krauchen asked tentatively: "Is it convenient to talk now?"
"It's okay, let's talk," Ling Cang stood up and closed the door of the room, then sat back.
"Ordinarily, this is a strictly confidential matter. People at the elder level are not qualified to know. However, the Holy See trusts you very much, so I might as well tell you..." Taking a deep breath, Krauchen slowly spit it out: "I want to know first why you are asking about this,"
"I think Dai Yunjie has already reported that Illuminati people were dug out in Minghai before,"
"I know that the master's name is Chen Mo, who pretends to be entrusting the Holy See to preach in Minghai..."
"Chen Mo talked to me privately afterwards. He neither showed hostility nor said anything excessive, so I suspect that he may be an undercover agent of the Holy See."
"The Holy See does have undercover agents in the Illuminati," Krauchen told Ling Cang frankly: "Many years ago, the Holy See selected a group of people and inserted them into the Illuminati. Most of them were later dug out by the Illuminati. But there are still people who have been lurking until now,"
"Chen Mo, right?"
"I don't know..." Hearing this question, Krauchen was a little helpless: "I only know their original names. After joining the Illuminati, they all changed their names, and after so many years, their appearance should also have changed. , I really can’t get the number right,”
"Don't you have any idea about the situation of these undercover agents?"
"It's true that we don't have a grasp of it," Krauchen let out a long sigh, his voice becoming distant, as if he was recalling what happened at the time: "Before this time, there was a large-scale undercover operation, and all of them were dug up. When they came out, the Illuminati would execute these people together. First they would cut them into pieces alive, and then cut off their heads. The situation was very tragic. What was even more hateful was that the Illuminati also sent their heads to the gate of the Holy See... So for this time As undercover agents, we were extra cautious at the time. We didn’t necessarily contact each other if we didn’t contact each other. As a result, I didn’t know the current situation of these undercover agents at all. I only had a confidential email address that I could use to contact each other when necessary. But so It hasn’t been used in years,”
"So that's it. No wonder Dai Yunjie said that these undercover agents are of no use at all. They never provide any information." After hearing this, Ling Cang questioned: "But in this case, what is the use of undercover agents?"
"The main function of these undercover agents is to sneak into the top brass of the Illuminati and get rid of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Until they have a chance to complete this task, they will contact us through email and let us make corresponding preparations and cooperate. If we and If they contact them, they can only notify them to cancel the undercover agent, or make major changes to the original plan."
"I understand," Ling Cang slowly analyzed based on the information provided by Krauchen: "Since the Holy See has never canceled the undercover agents, nor has it made any major changes to the original plan, it has not contacted the undercover agents. As for these undercover agents, they are in Guangming The society is climbing hard inside, but has not yet found a chance to get close to the Knights of the Apocalypse, so the two sides have been cut off from each other."
"Yes, many times, I almost forget that there is such a thing." After a pause, Krauchen said with emotion: "The Holy See spent a lot of money on this plan formulated by the Holy See, and all the participants were Carefully selected, with good foundation, not low level, and smart and wise. Speaking of which, many people may have died in their duties over the years. There have been successive battles between the Holy See and the Illuminati. It is difficult to say whether there are still more. At the hands of our own people..."
"What should we do if we find an undercover agent,"
"Still as planned..." Crouchen said this and sighed: "You know, I have always been worried that the environment can change people."
"You're saying you're worried about these people being assimilated into the real Illuminati,"
"We took this into consideration at the beginning, so we selected all those with mental abilities, but now that we think about it, we still don't seem to be sure,"
"If your worries come true, I'm afraid it will be troublesome. After all, the undercover has some understanding of the Holy See. If he helps the Illuminati in turn, not to mention whether it will cause any losses to the Holy See, betraying other undercovers will also be a headache. , On the other hand, if the undercover agent is still loyal to the Holy See, we can also use it to do more things." After a pause, Ling Cang continued: "So I think it is better to find out the undercover agent,"
"What you said makes sense," Krauchen thought for a moment, and then told Ling Cang, "Why don't I leave this matter to you?"
"good,"
"This number is private to me. If you want to contact me in the future, just call it directly. If I don't answer, I may be in a meeting or engaged in clerical activities,"
"knew,"
"Also, don't tell anyone about being an undercover agent, including Dai Yunjie and the others."
"Don't worry," Ling Cang hung up the call from Krauchen and immediately called Dai Yunjie: "Assemble all the people and call me Chen Mo right away,"
"After I find it,"
"Then follow closely and see what he does,"
"Don't worry," Dai Yunjie smiled proudly: "As long as Chen Mo doesn't leave Minghai, I can find him."
"That's good,"
"Can I ask..." Dai Yunjie is a smart man. He had discussed the issue of undercover agents with Ling Cang before. When Ling Cang called again, he naturally had an idea: "Could it be that Chen Mo is an undercover agent?"
"Don't ask, don't tell, I'm not sure of anything,"
"Yes, I understand,"
After handling these matters, Ling Cang went to bed, got up the next morning, and appeared in court normally.
In order for Ling Cang to go to court, the school specially gave him a few days off. Unexpectedly, his classmates also took a vacation. To be precise, they were absent from class. Yesterday, only half of the students were absent from class. The other half heard that the court defense was very exciting. Today, too, They all skipped class and went to the hearing.
The teacher looked at the empty classroom, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and simply went to the court.
Today's court hearing not only had more students from No. 1 Middle School, but also more media. The scene was so crowded that all police officers from several nearby police stations were dispatched, and order was finally maintained.
What Ling Cang didn't expect was that his own fan group appeared, called "Xanthium".
I guess these people really couldn't find a better word, so they came up with this name. Depending on their fans, corn, moon cakes, lunch boxes, etc. are either sweet or cloying, but at least they are edible. Ling Cang is good. Not only can he not eat it, but he is also covered in thorns, which is in line with Ling Cang's style of doing things.
However, other people's fans are mostly young boys and girls who are not very sensible. Lingcang's fans cover a very wide range, from 80-year-olds to children learning to talk, from beautiful and lovely innocent girls to old and beady aunts. Auntie, there are workers, businessmen, vagrants, and even quasi-vagrants, that is, college students.
These people organized themselves online and waited outside the court early in the morning. As soon as they saw Ling Cang, they immediately held up banners and shouted at the same time: "Ling Cang, we will always support you."
An urban management officer happened to be passing by and was about to confiscate the banner. Hearing that he was supporting Ling Cang, he spared the banner and stood beside him to cheer.
The two girls with magnificent breasts rushed forward and took out exquisite little books for Ling Cang to sign.
Two pairs of four pieces of fat were dangling around, which made Ling Cang feel uneasy. He took a pen and signed it hastily, but the name he signed was his father's.
"Ling Yang," the big-breasted beauty looked at Ling Cang in confusion: "Isn't your name Ling Cang?"
"Ah... this is my pen name," Ling Cang quickly took the notebook back and signed his name in a formal manner: "Let me sign it for you again,"
"Thank you," another girl with bigger breasts was very generous and kissed Ling Cang on the face without hesitation. At the same time, there was a loud sound of shutters all around, and a middle school student posted a message on Weibo on his mobile phone. : "On the second day of the trial, Ling Cang became a big star that attracted much attention and met a sexy beauty to confess her love on the spot,"
Shen Fanlei walked over and asked quietly: "Looking at today's scene, how do you feel?"
Ling Cang replied proudly: "Brother also has fans,"
"You may not really think so,"
"You are right, nothing can be hidden from you..." Ling Cang put away that smile and said meaningfully: "Actually, what I really feel is that justice is in the heart of the people."