"Chen Zhennan, we will never discuss business. Our beliefs are not to be desecrated."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and thousands of bewitched people surged out from behind the Dragon King Temple, holding knives, spears, and halberds, pointing them at Chen Zhennan.
Seeing this, Chen Zhennan sneered and his eyes flashed with contempt: "Since Greenberg, you are not afraid of death, then find one of you missionaries to die in place of these innocent people."
Greenberg feigned composure, his voice carrying a hint of feigned resolve: "We are a unit, and none of us are afraid to die."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Zhennan had already raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
With a single shot, Chen Zhennan killed one of the missionaries behind Greenberg.
The remaining missionaries retreated upon seeing this, their eyes filled with fear. Greenberg was particularly shocked, as he had never seen such a powerful weapon before.
"Didn't you say that believing in gods makes you superior and grants you greater wisdom and power?" Chen Zhennan asked sarcastically.
Greenberg's heart pounded like a drum, his voice trembled, yet he still tried to rouse the bewitched populace.
"For God's sake, for our faith, His Holiness the Pope will protect us. We cannot back down. We must kill this blasphemer!"
A cold glint flashed in Chen Zhennan's eyes. His movements were swift and decisive. He slightly turned the muzzle of his gun and fired a shot at Greenberg's feet.
Gunshots rang out, dust billowed, and a crater appeared at Greenberg's feet. His body was stiff, his face pale, and he dared not move.
"Who dares to move?"
Chen Zhennan slowly raised the muzzle of his gun, pointing it at Greenberg's forehead. "Greenberg, since you are a child of God, here to spread the gospel, then take these people and die, how about it? Pope, my foot! How many divisions does a pope have?"
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