In the west of the city, beneath a stretch of old houses, a huge underground fortress quietly occupies a depth of 30 meters underground.
In the fortress, many people wearing standard black clothes with leaves embroidered on their sleeves silently settled into their positions, completing their work precisely like robots and maintaining the operation of the entire fortress.
Mr. Kazuye walked slowly through the corridor and walked towards the secret room in the center of the fortress. Along the way, everyone who saw him stopped their work and nodded to him, and he responded with an elegant smile without missing a beat.
People's hearts are still unstable. Although it seems to be the same on the surface, Mr. Kazuyo is still keenly aware of the subtle changes in people's hearts.
It seems that the impact of Tan Fuji's death is much worse than I imagined. Alas, what was a good move has unexpectedly turned out to be a failure.
Everyone in this fortress is a devout believer in a religious organization called "Kida Mountain Retreat", and Tan Fuji is the "Holy Son" that Mr. Yiye personally held out. Mr. Yiye even hesitated to
He succumbs to Tan Fuji and treats him with respect, and his superficial skills are always in place.
Many people outside the country feel that even saying a word to a common person is condescending. If they hear that a master like Mr. Kazuye voluntarily submits to a common person, they will definitely denounce it as nonsense.
It's a fantasy that will never happen.
But Mr. Kazuyo did just that, and he didn't care about it. Because he had no interest in the kind of self-esteem and reserve that he thought was superior to others, and even thought it was completely rancid and ridiculous. The only truth he believed in was power, and only strength can
It is the root of everything.
And calling Tan Fuji the "holy son" is an important means of his spiritual practice. It is a skill that he is quite proud of after careful consideration. The secret religion of "Kida Mountain Retreat" is actually Mr. Kazuyo's manipulation of people's hearts.
A tool to collect faith and improve one's own cultivation.
To the lay people, Tan Fuji's appeal is much stronger than Mr. Yiye. Tan Fuji is a billionaire and the eldest son of Tan. His social network is a supreme weapon for preaching. And compared with
The mysterious Mr. Yiye, Tan Fuji is more real and credible, an attainable goal, and can produce unimaginable motivational effects for believers.
In addition, Mr. Kazuye hid behind the scenes and effectively hid his true purpose, hiding it from the eyes of the Twenty-Two Bureau and other external forces. As the old saying goes, the sound is loud and clear.
Getting rich is the best thing.
However, with the tragic death of Tan Fuji without any body left, all these benefits no longer exist, and various hidden dangers have arisen. Mr. Yiye sighed helplessly in his heart. But manipulating people's hearts is his old skill, and he has
Absolute self-confidence, as long as you give him a period of time, people's hearts will regroup and their faith will be re-firmed.
But the question is, is the president willing to give me this time? There are also those incompetent bastards who will only add insult to injury. Damn it, Mr. Kazuye cursed secretly, then gathered his mood, put on an elegant smile on his face, and took a step forward
Entered the secret room.
Twelve people were already sitting at the oak round table in the center of the secret room. Among them were white-haired old men, burly men, and childish teenagers. The one who attacked Yan Huan failed and lost one instead.
The big man with the big hand is also among them. But whether he is an old man, a strong man or a young man, they all have the same temperament, as if they are the same person.
This is of course, because these twelve people followed strict procedures layer by layer, continued to practice, or were brainwashed, and finally became the so-called "Holy Favorites" with respected status.
There was no sound except breathing in the huge secret room, and the twelve people were as motionless as stone statues. After Mr. Kazuyo came in, they were instantly separated from the stone statue-like state, and nodded to Mr. Kazuyo.
In their hearts, Mr. Kazuye is also a "holy favored person" like them.
Mr. Kazuye returned the greeting with a smile, then found his seat and sat down. He glanced at the empty main seat and felt a pang of regret in his heart. What he regretted was not Tan Fuji, but his own exquisite plan.
The other people in the secret room closed their eyes again after Mr. Kazuye sat down and returned to the state of stone statues. After waiting for a while, Mr. Kazuye secretly chanted a mantra, and then clasped the table with his fingers.
A total of seven people slowly opened their eyes, but this time, the seven people who opened their eyes had different looks, and their temperaments suddenly became completely different.
Mr. Kazuye glanced at it, feeling a little disappointed and uneasy. The president was not here again. Since the incident with Tan Fuji, the president only appeared once in the regular meeting, and after saying some innocuous words of comfort, he returned.
Never appeared either.
Mr. Yiye secretly murmured in his heart, what is the attitude of this old ghost? Originally, I vowed to use "Wangchuan Picture" to claim credit from him, but now it has turned out like this. It is impossible to say that he doesn't care at all, but
If you want to punish me, it shouldn't be like this. It's really unpredictable.
"Yiye, where is your "Wangchuan Picture"?" the young man asked with a sinister smile.
Mr. Kazuye just pretended not to hear, smiled and said nothing. In fact, he had already cursed in his heart. These four incompetent bastards who only add insult to injury came in unison, which was more punctual than visiting his mother's grave. Damn it, I wanted to watch my joke again.
, he is really a psychopath and his brain is sick.
The four people looked at Mr. Kazuyo with great interest, and four laughters that were neither embarrassing nor embarrassing sounded in the secret room.
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man with a broken hand tried to smooth things over, "The president has something to do, so I will preside over this regular meeting. Three people asked for leave, but two didn't arrive, that's all.
Let's get started. Kazuye, as usual, start with you and introduce the situation on your side to everyone."
"Okay, everyone on my side knows about Wang Yuyu, so I won't say more. I will focus on my next few plans..."
The president didn't come, and Mr. Kazuye didn't bother to listen to other people's nonsense. After he finished his speech, he leaned on his chair and pretended to listen carefully. In fact, he was secretly thinking about how to deal with Tan Xuanling's situation next.
Play cards.
The plan he just introduced to everyone did not mention Tan Xuanling, because this is a good card he has secretly hidden. Although it is only a baby, Mr. Yiye is convinced that as long as it is used properly, it can definitely achieve miraculous results.
"Oh, when it comes to manipulating people's hearts, when it comes to gathering faith, how can these guys with high ambitions and low abilities who only talk big words compare to me? If that old ghost, the president, is not an old fool, he should know my value.
President, I will give you more faith, more pious faith, just give me more power, I want more, more..."