People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

They surrounded Fang Zuo viciously.

"Sign for this gentleman." Tim looked at the two receipts with burning eyes. "Sixty million US dollars is not a limit, this is a big client..."

"Hurry...let's go..." Chiba Iori tried to support himself and stand up, but his body softened and he fell back on the table.

Her expression was clear, but her body was out of control.

"Don't struggle. The effect of this medicine will wear off soon." Fang Zuo said.

"Oh, this gentleman is really not afraid of this thing at all." Tim stretched out his legs and kicked his stool back.

With a 'bang', the stool flew far away.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo sat still.

"Sir, please rest assured. We will definitely help you get your identity." Tim said with a smile, "But...you have to keep all the money..."

"Just consider it as future maintenance expenses. If you have any problems in North America, just come to us... How about it... Harmony brings wealth..."

Harmony brings wealth....

"Who taught you this?" Fang Zuo said expressionlessly when he heard this Chinese proverb.

"What? What?" Tim was stunned, then smirked, "Sir, please don't change the subject. We really don't want to use force. I don't know why you don't react to this at all... but... you'd better be obedient."

Fang Zuo sighed.

The divine consciousness is displayed.

"Why don't you come down? You still don't recognize me? Do you want me to tear this place down?"

A huge sound echoed in the building.

In a blink of an eye.

A huge force knocked the guys surrounding Fang Zuo away, causing them to spit blood.

Then another black air appeared and wrapped Tim like a dumpling, and fell in front of Fang Zuo.

A middle-aged Asian man in casual clothes suddenly appeared.

Looking at Fang Zuo's excited mouth trembling.

My whole body was shaking.

Then he took a deep breath.

Plop.

Kneel down in front of Fang Zuo.

He kowtowed violently and continuously.

"Master Fang, I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime..."

This sudden change shocked everyone in the venue.

Chiba Iori looked at the two groups in confusion.

Tim was surrounded by black air and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

The leader, whom he regarded as the true God, actually knelt so humbly in front of this young man.

Who is he?

God? Or the Savior?

Fang Zuo sighed and looked at this middle-aged man who was somewhat unfamiliar to him.

There is an indescribable emotion.

Old friends are dying.

Zhou Yuanyan, who was extremely talented, took another path.

Although I disdain it, I also admire his determination.

But I don’t know if it will succeed.

Although the golden statue of Arhat of the Mikami family has embarked on the evil path, he has still survived to this day.

He still had Buddhist principles in his heart and was unwilling to give up, so he wanted to find the Buddha to find out the truth.

Zhang Benhe only taught some introductory methods of Qi training, but he entered the Tao through martial arts. Although his future was blocked, he was able to live a wonderful second half of his life.

But this...

"You are an evil cultivator. I released you in the first place because I hoped that you could find a way out of the spiritual energy shortage today and prevent the side door from being cut off."

"Look at what you've become now? Instead of refining your natal flag, you've taken on this uninspiring activity..." Fang Zuo kicked him, knocking him over. "Can you still be considered an evil cultivator?"

The middle-aged man in front of him was ashamed and said nothing. He got up again and kowtowed continuously.

"Get up." Fang Zuo sighed: "Talk to me in detail..."

The middle-aged man still didn't dare to stand up, and kept his head down without saying a word.

"What? You want me to treat you?" Fang Zuo said impatiently.

"Yes..." The middle-aged man quickly stood up.

"Tell me, how did you end up doing this all these years..." Fang Zuo looked him up and down: "Your realm is based on your natal flag, but this natal flag in your body has hardly made any progress..."

"That means you've barely made any progress these years..."

"Yes, Immortal." The middle-aged man lowered his head with his hands and shook his head in shame. "When Immortal released me, I followed his instructions, left the country, and traveled across the ocean to seek new opportunities. I came to North America as soon as possible."

"When I first arrived here, I checked out the situation and was ecstatic..."

"Although there are too few people here, fortunately the local government is lax and doesn't really take charge, and there are also many powerful souls."

"I also encountered a few so-called evil cultivators from North America. Although they were wearing human skin, the souls inside them were extremely strange. They didn't have three souls, but their seven spirits were extremely powerful."

"I even humbly asked about their methods..."

"But I heard that in order to take someone's soul, you have to sign a contract first. After signing, you have to do things for the contractor before you can take the soul away..."

"I was thinking, this guy can be considered an evil cultivator. Not only is he inefficient, but he's also helping others fulfill their wishes. Isn't he a complete philanthropist..."

"At that time, I felt that there was a bright future ahead of me, and that opportunities were everywhere..."

"But I didn't expect..." The middle-aged man paused and wanted to continue.

Fang Zuo suddenly stood up.

"Real person?" The middle-aged man knew something was wrong when he saw Fang Zuo like this.

Chapter 361 The Beginning of the Two Beauties' Downfall

"The spiritual energy outside is fluctuating greatly, which is a bit abnormal." Fang Zuo frowned: "Ignore it, just continue with your..."

"Yes, Master." The middle-aged man continued, "After I came here, I found that most of the human souls here have serious problems."

"Not only does wealth divide ordinary people into different classes, but even their souls are subdivided. Upper-class white people have three strong souls, and although their seven spirits are agitated, they are considered normal, almost the same as ordinary people in China."

"The middle class and ordinary people here have weakened their souls and spirits. The homeless are even worse off. Not only are their spirits weakened, but their spirits are severely damaged."

"As for those powerful psychics, either their three souls are imprisoned by religion, or their physiques are strange, with only seven spirits instead of three souls."

"Anyway, this place is really weird..."

"What makes me most uncomfortable is that although ordinary people here have an abundant diet of meat, many of them lack blood and energy, which can't nourish their souls at all."

"As a result, their souls can no longer withstand great use...even after being taken in, they dissipate before they can be sacrificed..."

"That's because they have to sell blood almost every week..." Chiba Iori propped himself up, and the condition of his body being unable to move was slightly relieved as Fang Zuo said.

She sneered and said, "Don't you know? This country is the world's largest supplier of plasma..."

“Although their population accounts for only about 70 percent of the world’s population, they provide approximately 94 percent of the world’s plasma supply and occupy percent of the global paid plasma market.”

“Almost all blood products containing various hemoglobins come from the United States.”

"Because, in families with an annual income of less than $6, family members have to donate blood almost every week."

"The poorer ones even do it twice a week. This is the official number allowed...but in private...haha." Chiba Iori sneered:

"This is the so-called most powerful country on the planet..."

Chiba Iori said this while looking warily at the man kneeling on the ground.

She could keenly sense the man's power and weirdness.

She knows who this person is!

The leader of the largest cult in North America.

Ron Hubbard of Scientology.

The Washington government has surrounded and cracked down on him many times over the years, but he has always escaped by faking his death in various ways.

Each time the government announced the discovery of his body, it even publicly announced that he had been arrested and imprisoned.

But not long after, he reappeared in a state in North America.

Because of this magical power, he gained more and more followers and gradually became the leader of the largest cult organization in North America.

But at this moment.

This guy who caused headaches for the Washington government was so respectful to Fang Zuo.

Kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, with an extremely pious expression.

It seems as if Fang Zuo is the real leader of the cult.

This thought that came to mind scared Chiba Iori himself.

"Ron Hubbard?" Chiba Iori called out tentatively.

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Chiba Iori, then looked at Fang Zuo again.

There was a question in his eyes.

"One of us." Fang Zuo nodded.

The words "we're one of them" made Chiba Iori very happy. He slapped Fang Zuo on the buttocks and pinched it.

The kneeling middle-aged man was so frightened by the scene that his eyelids twitched, but he pretended not to see it.

"I'm Ron Hubbard..." The middle-aged man nodded and explained to Fang Zuo, "Master, this is my identity in North America."

"Why are you Chinese? Aren't you supposed to be pure white? Your family migrated from Europe. Could it be that even the National Security Agency's intelligence is wrong?" Chiba Iori frowned and recited his information like a treasure:

"According to the information, Hubbard, you failed academically in your early years and were expelled from the US Navy for disobeying military orders. Later, you turned to writing and gained quite a following. You are particularly well-known for your science fiction."

"Later, you developed the religious organization 'Scientology,' claiming that humans are 'Thetan'—the reincarnation of ancient alien souls, and that joining the religion is the only way to 'erase' negative memories and return to our true selves."

"You still have this skill..." Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Excuse me, Ron Hubbard is just the first body I borrowed since I came here..." The middle-aged man showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"He's more than just that. The religion he founded has been designated as the world's leading cult." Chiba Iori kept sizing up the cult leader who had been a headache for the Washington government for decades.

"Not only did he attract celebrities and wealthy individuals to join his cult, but he also engaged in activities such as wiretapping, fabricating evidence, and infiltrating the government."

"A few years ago, the Church of Scientology conducted the so-called 'Operation Snow White' to infiltrate the IRS and steal tens of thousands of documents."

"He also retaliated against his critics and fabricated evidence of a terrorist attack against writer Paulette Cooper, nearly sending her to prison for 15 years."

"As for the number of North American people killed and families bankrupted, countless are left."

"Nowadays, many Hollywood stars, such as Tom Cruise and John Travolta, are devout believers. This sect has even spread to Europe."

"To be precise, there are seven branches around the world..." the middle-aged man added.

There was a slight smugness on his face.

"What's your purpose in going to so much trouble on this?" Fang Zuo frowned and asked, "Going the incense-filled route? Don't blame me for not warning you...it's a dead end..."

"Master, I understand. I'm not following the path of incense and worship. It's just that I have nowhere else to go." The middle-aged man showed a complicated expression on his face and sighed.

"After discovering that the souls of ordinary people in North America were useless, I once considered hunting down the souls of Protestants and other powerful psychics."

"But I'm alone and my strength is limited. It's also difficult to get information from all sides. Every time I take action, I'm facing a large group of psychics."

"After we succeed, most of those souls are useless. The efficiency is too low."