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The prophet stood still.

He felt like he had become a stone sculpture, fixed in the noisy and chaotic university cafeteria.

Around him, students carrying trays came and went, their laughter and playful chatter like distant tides lapping against his isolated rock.

He can see, hear, and smell the greasy smell of food in the air.

But he couldn't move.

He couldn't move a single finger.

The mental energy field was like a pond that had been drained, leaving not a trace.

He watched as the guy who called himself "senior" leisurely walked past him with a plate that was now just soup, put the plate in the recycling bin, and then slowly walked back.

Throughout the entire process, Li Haotian didn't even glance at him once.

It was as if he really was just a roadside utility pole that was in the way.

This utter disregard chilled him to the bone more than any humiliation.

Li Haotian pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

This time, he didn't sit so formally. Instead, he leaned back lazily in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

He took something out of his pocket.

It's that broken phone with the screen cracked like a spider web.

"Junior, standing must be tiring."

Li Haotian turned on the screen and spoke without looking up.

"How about I find you a wheelchair and push you out?"

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on the prophet's forehead.

He desperately tried to mobilize his power, but his body was empty. The power from the shadow that was wrapped around his legs was like a black hole, swallowing up all his resistance.

Li Haotian swiped his finger across the screen a few times and tapped an extremely rudimentary icon that looked like a live-streaming software made by a three-process designer with his feet.

He held his phone up and shoved the screen right in front of the prophet.

"Don't be nervous, I've got something good for you."

"After-dinner entertainment, free of charge."

The prophet was forced to look at that screen.

The image shook a few times before settling down.

The screen displays a magnificent, luxurious manor hall in a classic European style.

A dozen or so men and women with imposing presence sat around the long conference table.

The leader was a woman with a voluptuous figure, wearing a black tight leather outfit.

She was slowly and methodically peeling an apple with a small silver dagger.

The prophet's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Poisonous scorpion!

The number two figure in the organization, and the bishop's biggest rival!

The other people at the table were all core members of the "Purgatory" organization, belonging to the Poison Scorpion faction!

This is Scorpion's secret estate in South America, one of the organization's top secrets!

How did he see this scene?

"Wow, nice figure."

Li Haotian's voice carried a hint of flippancy in his comments.

"Does your organization consider looks and physique when hiring? That's quite a high bar for entry."

In the video, the scorpion stops peeling the apple.

She raised her head and spoke to the camera—no, to the empty air in front of her.

"That old bishop has suffered such a huge setback in Donghai City this time. Even 'The Butcher's' vault was raided out of thin air. The elders are already very dissatisfied with him."

Her voice came through the phone's cheap speaker, but it was crystal clear.

"This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"As long as we can obtain the 'Godhood Stripper,' or directly contact that mysterious 'Mr. Li' in Donghai City, the position of bishop should be given to someone else."

The prophet's heart clenched suddenly.

This is not a video!

This is a live broadcast!

A conspiracy to rebel against the bishop is underway!

He suddenly looked at Li Haotian, his eyes filled with incomprehensible shock and fear.

How did this person manage to do that?

"Oh dear, the backyard is on fire!"

Li Haotian pulled his phone back a little, smiled, and waved at his own face on the screen.

"Your Excellency, I know you are watching and listening."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Li Haotian, and I am an ordinary graduating student from Tunghai University."

He paused, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

Inside the command center, the bishop crushed the wine glass in his hand with a "crack".

The bright red wine, mixed with shards of glass, dripped onto the ground through his fingers.

He stared intently at the enlarged version of the young man's face, with his smug grin, in the shared view.

A chill ran through his entire body.

"Your intelligence system seems a bit outdated."

Li Haotian shoved the phone back in front of the prophet.

"Such an important meeting, and they didn't even have a single spy? Their professional competence is terrible."

"How about you consider outsourcing to me? I'll give you a 20% discount since this is our first time working together."

"What...what exactly are you?"

The prophet managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

His pride in his mental strength was a joke in front of his opponent.

Their global intelligence network, comprised of countless elite agents and high-tech equipment, at this moment resembled more of a campfire in a primitive tribe.

The other party, with just a broken phone, saw a reality they could never reach.

"I?"

Li Haotian put his phone away, turned off the screen, and put it back in his pocket.

"I'm just a kind-hearted citizen, Mr. Li."

He stood up, walked behind the prophet, and placed his hands on his shoulders.

A warm current flowed down the prophet's shoulders and spread throughout his body.

The eerie power emanating from the shadow that had pinned him to the spot vanished without a trace in an instant.

The prophet's body went limp, and he slumped into the chair, panting heavily. The back of his tracksuit was completely soaked with cold sweat.

"I forgot to tell you."

Li Haotian's voice, like the whisper of a demon, rang in his ears.

"I have many eyes."

"They're in the ventilation ducts, in the sewers, on every fly that flies by, and... in the shadows beneath each of your feet."

The prophet's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

He looked down at his own shadow.

The shadow lay quietly on the ground, showing no sign of anything amiss.

But he felt as if countless eyes were coldly watching him from that darkness.

"Alright, junior."

Li Haotian patted him on the shoulder, his tone becoming that of a kind and approachable senior again.

That concludes today's lesson.

"Now that the live stream is over, shouldn't we share our thoughts?"

He pulled out a chair, sat down again opposite the prophet, and placed his hands on the table with his arms crossed.

"Now, let's get down to business."

"What price are you, Purgatory, prepared to offer for that spatial extraordinary crystal core?"

"or……"

He paused, then smiled knowingly.

"How much do you think your ambitious 'Scorpion' older sister would be willing to spend to buy the bishop's head?"