Chen Zhennan's words struck Greenberg like a hammer blow, directly exposing his hypocrisy.

His body trembled slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. Of course, he dared not die; his faith and courage seemed so fragile under Chen Zhennan's gun.

"You...you're threatening innocent people!"

Greenberg was pale; his hypocritical mask was completely torn apart in the face of Chen Zhennan's toughness.

Chen Zhennan sneered, his eyes filled with contempt: "Innocent? You use these innocent people as your shield. You dare to talk, but why don't you dare to die?"

Upon hearing this, the people all looked at Greenberg and saw him trembling. The people began to waver and retreated, moving away from the dangerous confrontation.

They began to realize that Greenberg's so-called faith was nothing more than a tool he used to control and manipulate them.

Standing beside Chen Zhennan, Song Yunyang said loudly, "Your Majesty, your justice and courage have allowed these deceived people to see the truth!"

Chen Zhennan was taken aback. Song Yunyang's words were clearly intentional; this was the first time she had ever called him "Your Majesty."

Chen Zhennan nodded slightly, his gaze shifting to the common people, his voice gentle: "You are all subjects of the Great Zhou, and you should not be used by these hypocritical missionaries. Go back to your homes; the government is distributing land, and you will be able to live in peace and prosperity from now on!"

The people nodded, their eyes filled with gratitude, and gradually began to disperse.

Calm returned to the Dragon King Temple, with only Greenberg and his missionaries still standing there, their faces pale. Their so-called faith and authority seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of Chen Zhennan's tough stance.

Chen Zhennan put away his pistol, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared directly at Greenberg.

"Greenberg, is it time to talk business?"

Greenberg nodded slightly: "Your Majesty the Great Wu Emperor, please explain what kind of business you wish to discuss?"

...

As night fell, the military camp was brightly lit, and Chen Zhennan led Greenberg back to his tent.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was heavy. The two sat facing each other, separated by a wooden table.

Song Yunyang, sword in hand, stood guard at the door with a heroic air, her eyes revealing a vigilant glint, ensuring that no one could disturb her.

Chen Zhennan sat in the chair, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain and authority as he coldly looked at Greenberg.

Chen Zhennan chuckled inwardly. This so-called Jewish cult was nothing but a bunch of money-grubbing bastards.

Greenberg sat opposite him, his eyes darting around, seemingly respectful but actually harboring ulterior motives.

Chen Zhennan snorted coldly, breaking the silence in the tent: "Hmph! Your so-called Jewish God Cult, in my opinion, is nothing more than a bunch of profit-seeking people whose minds are full of money."

Upon hearing this, Greenberg's face flashed with displeasure, but it quickly returned to a fawning smile.

“Your Majesty, you’ve gone a bit too far. Our Jewish religion also has its own beliefs.”

Chen Zhennan smiled dismissively: "Don't pretend to have faith in front of me. I've seen through it all long ago."

After saying that, Chen Zhennan waved his hand and pointed directly at Greenberg.

"I may not have much else, but I have money. I can give you missionaries three thousand each. As for you, as the leader, I can give you thirty thousand."

Upon hearing this, Greenberg's eyes lit up immediately. His greedy look was like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep. He was secretly delighted, thinking that this was a windfall, a huge sum of money.

Greenberg bowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty is truly generous. Your Majesty's kindness is like giving me a second life."

However, Greenberg was not a fool. He rolled his eyes and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, why are you so generous?"

Chen Zhennan raised an eyebrow, his gaze flashing like lightning as he looked at Greenberg, and said, word by word, "This money isn't for nothing. You must take the Jewish missionaries out of my jurisdiction. If any more missionaries appear on my territory within three days, don't blame me for being ruthless; I will kill them without mercy!"

Greenberg hadn't expected Chen Zhennan's conditions to be so simple and direct; he had thought there would be some more demanding requirements.

He was overjoyed inside, but outwardly he pretended to be calm and thought for a moment, though he was secretly ecstatic.

Greenberg smirked. This was a piece of cake; he could get the money and get it over with easily.

"Rest assured, my lord, I, Greenberg, swear by God that I will do as I say."

Chen Zhennan was completely unconcerned about Greenberg's so-called divinity and said with a contemptuous look, "Gather all your missionaries and have them take the money and leave within three days."

Upon hearing this, Greenberg felt a little uneasy, but he dared not disobey and could only quickly agree, then turned around and went to inform the missionaries from all sides.

The next day, Greenberg arrived at Chen Zhennan's camp in a grand procession with a group of missionaries.

They were all dressed in strange clothes, with different expressions: some were frightened, some were curious, and some pretended to be calm.

Song Yunyang was straightforward and fiery by nature. When she saw these missionaries, her beautiful eyes instantly ignited with raging anger, and she felt a murderous intent rising within her.

She gripped the sword at her waist tightly, and with a "whoosh," she drew it from its sheath, its cold light flashing.

"These charlatans are spreading lies and will surely become a menace if left alive. Today, we must exterminate them all!"

At this moment, she was filled with anger, thinking that these people were spreading harmful doctrines in her own country and disturbing the people's hearts, and she wished she could kill them immediately.

Upon seeing this, Greenberg turned pale with fright. He thought he had been tricked and was filled with remorse. His legs began to tremble slightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

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