"What are you doing!" It wasn't until Brother Jue had swung him around a dozen times that Uriel came back to his senses and shouted.

"Doing what?" Feng Bujue repeated the question, pausing his movements and smiling. "Heh... isn't it obvious? I'm using actions to clarify the current situation for you."

"Wh... what do you mean?" Uriel asked suspiciously.

"What I mean is..." Brother Jue said, picking him up and swinging him around again, "if you keep talking to me like that, I'll kill you—"

As Feng Bujue roared, he spun around in place, Uriel, held by his feet, rotating around and around like a shot put.

"You lunatic! Let me down!" Uriel was in a possessed state, and he could feel all the sensations of the body, so he quickly became dizzy and sore all over.

Bang—

A few seconds later, Brother Jue actually put him down, casually tossing him onto the sofa. Of course... it wasn't because Uriel's words had worked, but because Brother Jue's arms were getting a little sore.

"Alright..." Feng Bujue said after messing with him, "now... I believe you have a more objective understanding of the 'situation'..."

The "situation" Brother Jue was talking about was simply this: he could do whatever he wanted to Uriel, but Uriel couldn't do anything to him.

The reasons for this were simple...

First, Feng Bujue, as an important figure in the "gamble," was protected by the "higher-ups." As for how high those "higher-ups" were... well, they were much higher than Uriel.

Therefore, at least until the end of the gamble, Uriel definitely wouldn't dare to do anything to Brother Jue, or he would pay an unimaginable price.

Second, Uriel's attempt to "co-opt" or "bribe" Brother Jue definitely couldn't be exposed. The fact that he came in the form of "possession" was clearly to hide it from the ears and eyes of the Scorched Earth Council, the Arbitrators, and other forces.

So... Uriel, burdened with the disadvantages of "needing something from someone" and "being unable to be seen," didn't really have any say in the matter...

Using the setting of "supernatural beings" to threaten or intimidate a target might work on ordinary people like Shi Long (Shiva), but it was useless against Feng Bujue.

After all... Brother Jue knew too much...

Feng Bujue's mental ledger was clearer than anyone else's. If you wanted to negotiate, trade, or cooperate with him... you had to bring the appropriate chips to the table. Bluffing or "aura" simply wouldn't work.

"If you understand, before I suck your eyeballs out with a vacuum cleaner..." Brother Jue continued, "you'd better lower your attitude to the same level as your current height and then talk to me."

"I have to remind you..." Uriel was proud and arrogant, and obviously still unconvinced. He replied in a deep voice, "The owner of this... body... is still alive. Do you want to suck the eyeballs out of an innocent little boy?"

"Save that crap for people who fall for it." Feng Bujue stared down at him with a gloomy face and replied coldly, "To me, I'm just tormenting an Archangel who's occupying a human body. To that little boy, he's just paying the price for 'lending his body to someone else.' Of course... we can say that the little boy is naive and doesn't understand, but that's not my problem... The main responsibility lies with the guy who coaxed him into becoming a vessel and used his body to take risks... Even if the little boy doesn't know what might happen, you certainly do... But you don't care, do you?"

As Brother Jue spoke, he sat down on the sofa opposite Uriel. He looked directly into his eyes and continued, "You sanctimonious maggots, using high-sounding reasons to exploit, occupy, plunder, and kill... using so-called 'faith' to make innocent people bleed for you; and when those people pay a terrible price for your purposes... you, who pushed them into the abyss... push all the responsibility onto the 'abyss' itself, washing your hands of all responsibility. Finally, you use words like 'sacrifice' and 'glory' to whitewash the absurdity of the whole thing, making your actions seem justifiable..."

He paused for a few seconds, revealing a sinister smile. "If you think that kind of thing works on me... you're welcome to try it. I guarantee you'll enjoy it to the extreme."

Listening to Brother Jue's words, Uriel's expression became distorted and his whole body trembled, but... he couldn't argue or refute.

After Feng Bujue finished speaking, Uriel was silent for more than ten seconds, suppressing his emotions, before saying again, "I won't engage in this kind of debate with you... One day you will pay for your arrogance and ignorance..."

"Ah~ ah... I get it. To put it bluntly, you're saying, 'I can't win an argument with you, but we can wait and see.'" Feng Bujue said, "Coming from someone who, two minutes ago, was trying to morally blackmail me with the little boy he possessed, your reaction doesn't surprise me at all. Now..." He paused, suddenly reaching out and slapping Uriel. "Let's get back to the topic..."

"You!" Uriel didn't react until two seconds after being slapped, and he opened his mouth to curse.

But...

Slap—

Brother Jue slapped him again and said, "You what you."

At that moment, Uriel really wanted to cry...

Since the day he was born, he had never experienced the feeling of being "bullied" by someone, but today... he experienced it at the hands of a human.

"Still glaring at me?" Feng Bujue seemed to be addicted to slapping. He swung his hand and gave him another one. "You're very arrogant, aren't you? Not afraid of being slapped, huh?"

"Are you ever going to stop!" Uriel was on the verge of collapse. He stood up and roared, "Do you even want to hear the conditions or not?"

"Listen to your ass!" Feng Bujue pushed him back down with a palm. "I wouldn't listen to the conditions offered by a moron like you."

"But you said earlier..." Uriel wanted to say something.

But Feng Bujue interrupted him: "Can't I mess with you?"

"What?" The primal power within Uriel was truly about to explode. At this moment, he even had the idea of dying together with Brother Jue. "After all this..." he gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "you were purely trying to humiliate me..."

"Ptooey!" Feng Bujue just wouldn't let him finish. "Who cares about humiliating you? You came to my door yourself." As he spoke, he grabbed Uriel's ankles again and swung him up into the air. "I wouldn't have said anything, but now that you mention it, I'm getting angry!"

Bang—bang—bang—

Brother Jue started swinging him around again. "One after another... coming and going as they please! Is this a public toilet! Is being able to teleport impressive! Next time, I don't care if you're angels, demons, ghosts, or monsters... if anyone dares to enter my house without knocking..." He spoke faster and faster, and the swinging motion of his hands also accelerated, almost reaching a frequency of one swing for every two words. "I'll... kill him, her, it... alive!"

The moment the word "kill" came out, Feng Bujue staggered and fell onto the sofa himself.

In that second, Uriel, unable to bear the abuse any longer, chose to teleport away; so... Brother Jue, losing the "weight" in his hands, also lost his balance.

Knock knock knock—

Just then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Did I disturb the neighbors?"

In any case, he quickly got up, walked to the door, and asked in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Who is it?"

"It's me." The voice in reply indicated that the knocker was a woman.

Before she finished speaking, Brother Jue had already put his eye to the peephole.

At that moment, a blonde, blue-eyed young woman was standing outside the door. She was wearing a British-style black coat, tall and beautiful; she looked like a woman who had stepped out of a Hollywood movie from the 1940s, exuding an aura of "perfect to the point of being fake" from head to toe.

"Who are you? Do I know you?" After Feng Bujue glanced at her, the first thing he could confirm was... this definitely wasn't his neighbor. If someone like this lived in their building, he would definitely remember.