He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 97 Shiva's $4000 Million Account (Fifth Update)

Anan opened his arms wide, accepting the cheers of the believers.

Although Shiva's incarnation had not been very kind to him.

But if one confesses truthfully, that must be the epitome of piety.

Since the incarnation of Shiva did not attack him, it was an affirmation of him.

He came to this temple and donated five million dollars. What does that mean?
This shows that Shiva has chosen me; the scene just now was Shiva testing me!
And of course, I passed the test perfectly and demonstrated piety.

Shiva intends to use this $500 million to promote his great faith and revitalize our great India!
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

In just two days, he went from being the high priest's disciple to becoming the high priest himself, and then to becoming Shiva's representative.

Everything is so dreamlike; I must go to the Netherlands soon to spread my divine power.

"This icy feeling in my hand must be divine power manifesting on my wrist!"

Suddenly, the divine power twisted his hands behind his back and pressed his head down as well.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a group of heavily armed police officers handcuffing him.

Why are you arresting me?!

"You are suspected of endangering national financial security!"

Police officers struggled to get Anan and the other monks into a police car amidst the frenzied beatings from the devotees.

During this process, believers and police engaged in a fierce free-fight.

The believers demonstrated their divine power by overturning three police cars.

In the end, they had to take 124 enthusiastic believers back to the police station for a chat.

Anan was locked in a small dark room.

Sitting opposite me was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, tall and imposing, with an air of authority.

He is Deepak, a senior detective with the Central Bureau of Investigation.

Deepak pointed at Anan and said seriously, "I remind you, I am highly educated, I am not an idiot, and I have twenty years of experience in investigating financial crimes."

"Let me confirm with you again, you mean this $4000 million account that just appeared out of nowhere—"

"Is it Shiva's?"

Anan smiled and nodded: "That's right."

Deepak clutched his head in anguish: "I should have listened to my son and immigrated to America."

He slammed his hand on the table: "You're playing me!"

Anan crossed his arms and gazed at Deepak with gentle, warm eyes, like those of a saint.

"Sir, are you a Hindu?"

"of course."

Anan asked calmly, "Then why don't you believe that Shiva has an account in an Indian bank?"

Deepak retorted sharply: "Why would I believe that Shiva has an account in an Indian bank!"

"You are not devout."

Anan's words were like a sharp dagger.

Deepak quickly explained, "First of all, I am very devout. Secondly, how could a god be on earth?"

Anan explained calmly, “Yogi is God, and our President Modi is a demigod. God has always been on earth, protecting our great India.”

Deepak realized that the charlatan on the other side was trying to lure him into a trap of impiety.

"What I mean is, why would God need a $4000 million account, and why would He donate money to you?"

Anan explained in a serious tone: "Even gods need money when they come to earth. God's incarnations need to eat curry and drink cow urine. Don't all of these cost money?"

"God donates money to our temple so that we can fulfill His mission and spread His truth."

"Think about it, why is it that even though India's computer technology is so advanced, we can't find the source of the hackers?"

"Since it was God who did it, of course you won't be able to find out. Do you think you can find out God's whereabouts?"

Deepak leaned helplessly against the wall: "You don't need to deduce these parts. Just tell me, what did those four men who donated look like?"

"How can we judge the appearance of God?"

Deepak returned the smile to Anan, who was all smiles.

He silently walked to the interrogation table and politely said into the microphone, "Turn off the damn surveillance cameras!"

"What are you doing! I am a clergyman, you cannot lynch me!"

"I'm just letting you relive God's blessings!"

Deepak pulled out his baton and rubbed it repeatedly against Anan's still-healing wounds.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed from the interrogation room.

"Ravi! They've gone to find Ravi!"

Who is Ravi?

"Ravi is the most famous mobile phone entrepreneur in all of India!"

Ravi, with a large beard, sat in a private room of an upscale restaurant, chatting animatedly with a waitress.

"In a few months, the whole world will be using my Monkey King phone. I'll give you ten of them then, and you can go back and be my concubine."

He then pointed to another waiter: "You too."

The waitress pushed his hand away and said awkwardly, "Sir, you've been sitting here for half an hour. When are you going to order?"

Ravi tapped the table in annoyance.

"I'm here to discuss business. We'll have dinner after we're done. What's the rush? Get out!"

Watching the waiters leave the private room, their curvaceous figures stirred his imagination.

"If it weren't for the big business deal today, I should have pinned you all down here and taught you a lesson."

A moment later, the door to the private room opened.

Four people walked in.

The two Indian men in front of me were acting rather awkwardly, looking like women.

The two people behind them, one large and one small, were wearing cloaks, making their identities impossible to discern.

"Hello Mr. Ravi, meow."

Meow?
Rich people's verbal tics are getting weirder and weirder.

He immediately stood up, bowing and scraping respectfully.

"Hello, you must be Mr. D. You are indeed a handsome man, and your physique is just like a model's."

"May I ask who the remaining people are...?"

"My assistant, meow. It's too sunny, so I'm wearing a cloak, meow."

"I see."

Ravi gestured for the guests to sit down.

Dailulu said in a serious tone, "There are two important reasons why I want to invest in your Monkey King phone, meow."

"First, it's because of your heroic deeds, meow. The mastermind behind the Los Santos riots is a figure who has attracted worldwide attention, meow. It's so proud that it happened in India, meow."

Ravi laughed heartily.

“You flatter me. This is as commonplace to me as drinking cow piss.”

"If we can cooperate and join forces, let alone a riot in Los Santos, I could start a world war tomorrow!"

"I especially love the vampire boy and the Asian cell phone cat," said Delulu excitedly.

Ravi chuckled and patted his chest: "They're all my men, little brother! If you like, once the deal is done, I'll have them come over and say hello to you."

"That's great, meow. But we don't have to wait that long, how about today, meow?"

Ravi smiled and tried to appear calm: "Today was too rushed. They're still in America monitoring the President of the United States."

"It's okay, I've brought them all, meow. Look, meow."

Ravi looked at the other person in confusion.

Then they saw the two cloaked figures reveal their true forms.

Ravi's pupils dilated instantly.

(End of this chapter)