Meng Yi threw the other person out from behind the desk. He was just an ordinary person.

With a thud, the other person's body hit the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

Meng Yi stepped on his back and asked, "Can you do it?"

"Are you crazy?!"

Although the fat man was completely dazed after the fall, he remained stubborn. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, wiped the blood from his nose, and said viciously:

"You think you're so great just because you've worked so hard and produced a little bit of power? The Police Department loves to deal with self-righteous losers like you!"

The other people in the office were not surprised. Except for the one next to the fat man who dodged slightly, the others just looked up and looked at Meng Yi and the others with a little interest.

In this boring life, fat men can always bring them some variety.

There was even one person whose face was filled with excitement, as if he had been waiting for this scene.

Clang~

A short sword was thrown at Meng Yi's feet.

"Kill him!"

A thin, dark woman stood up behind the desk at the back, her body trembling with excitement as she tried hard to control herself.

"If he's lying, no matter what proof he has, he's just deliberately making things difficult for you. Kill him and vent your anger!"

The fat man snorted disdainfully:

"Idiot! I'm a dedicated believer. Your low-level instigation is completely useless. It's rubbish, rubbish. I think your god will abandon you sooner or later! I don't know what you're so excited about."

Meng Yi looked up at the dark-faced woman. She ignored the fat man and gave him an encouraging look:

"This kind of trash deserves to die! Penance, right? Jail is even harder!"

Meng Yi's eyes suddenly became bright.

"Hu~Gudong...Ha~"

Another person, holding a cup of water, looked satisfied and said, "I think it would be fine to just give him some wounds, like cutting off some parts."

The fat man seemed a little afraid of the backhanded man and did not dare to refute him. He just snorted coldly: "Kid, if you don't want to go to jail, let me go. I tell you..."

"Brother, I was wrong!"

"Brother, pay me right away. No, no, no, I'll give you my salary for this month as well."

The fat man looked at the flesh and blood hanging in front of his eyes, with long hair curled up in short hair, and cold sweat poured down his face.

The short hair was on his neck, and a playful voice sounded: "What god do you believe in?"

"Drive the Thousand-Haired Storm."

What's that name? Meng Yi stepped harder, "Huh?"

"Brother, it's a misunderstanding."

The fat man wanted to cry but had no tears. Shen Enchen was different from ordinary people. He dared to make things difficult for ordinary people, but he really didn't dare to do that to Shen Enchen.

It was unlikely that Shen En would kill him in public, and the Judgment Department would not allow it. But if the other party really cut some parts from his body, he would at most be fined.

Seeing this scene, the other people in the office lowered their heads, looked at their noses and hearts, and began to busy themselves with their own things.

They didn't have the guts to meddle in the affairs of God's grace.

Moreover, who knows which god this divine grace is believed in, and how to practice asceticism?

Does it look alike?

Meng Yi appeared, with long flesh tentacles extending from his hands, which did not look like the kind of person who practiced asceticism.

"Tell me about your god. What does this name mean?"

The fat man glanced at Meng Yi and spoke cautiously:

"Mockery is a mockery, and Lan is a storm."

He appeared very sincere: "Brother, I am willing to compensate!"

This god's name is really lame...

Meng Yi sneered: "So, this matter is actually all your god's fault?"

In the office, other people's eyes suddenly turned here obscurely.

The fat man's face suddenly became serious: "Worship the gods!"

He screamed and tried very hard to turn over, "Don't insult God!"