“What are you doing!” Uriel finally snapped to his senses after Brother Jue swung him around a dozen times, and shouted loudly.

“Doing what?” Feng Bujue repeated the question, stopping his movements and smiling. “Hmph… isn’t it obvious? I’m using actions to explain the current situation to you.”

“Wh… what do you mean?” Uriel asked suspiciously.

“The meaning is…” Brother Jue said, picking the other man up and swinging him again, “If you talk to this daddy with that kind of attitude again, I’ll kill you—”

As Feng Bujue roared, he spun around on the spot, Uriel, held by his feet, rotating in circles like a hammer throw.

“You madman! Put me down!” Uriel was currently possessing the body, and he could feel all sorts of sensations, so he quickly became dizzy and his entire body ached.

Bang—

Seconds later, Brother Jue actually put him down, tossing him onto the sofa. Of course… it wasn’t because Uriel’s words worked; it was just that Brother Jue’s arms were getting 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, to put it bluntly, was that 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 these "higher-ups" were… well, they were much higher than Uriel.

Therefore, at least until the end of the gamble, Uriel would never dare to do anything to Brother Jue, or he would pay an unimaginable price.

Second, Uriel’s attempt to “win over” or “bribe” Brother Jue definitely couldn’t see the light of day; he came in the form of "possession," clearly to hide from the ears and eyes of the Scorched Earth Council, the Arbitrators, and other factions.

So… burdened with the disadvantages of “needing something from someone” and “not being able to be exposed,” Uriel didn’t really have any say…

Threatening and intimidating a target using the setting of a "supernatural being" 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 calculations were clearer than anyone else’s; if you wanted to negotiate, trade, or cooperate with him… you had to bring corresponding chips to the table. Relying on bluffs or "momentum" was definitely not going to work.

“If you understand, before I use a vacuum cleaner to suck out your eyeballs…” Brother Jue continued, “you better lower your posture to the same level as your current height and then talk to me.”

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

“Keep that kind of bullshit… for the people who fall for it.” Feng Bujue said coldly, looking down at the other man with a grim face. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m just tormenting an Archangel who’s occupying a human body; for that little boy, he’s just paying the price for ‘lending his body to someone else’; of course… we can also say that the little boy is naive and doesn’t understand yet, 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 afterward, you always know… but you don’t care, do you?”

As Brother Jue spoke, he sat down on the sofa opposite Uriel, looking directly into his eyes. He continued, “You sanctimonious maggots use high-sounding reasons to exploit, seize, 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 own hands clean. Finally, you use words like ‘sacrifice’ and ‘glory’ to whitewash the absurdity of the whole thing, and make your actions seem justified…”

He paused for a few seconds, revealing a sinister smile. “If you think this kind of thing will work on me… you’re welcome to try. I guarantee you’ll enjoy it to the extreme.”

Listening to Brother Jue’s words, Uriel’s expression became twisted and strange, and his whole body was trembling, but… he couldn’t argue or refute.

After Brother Jue finished speaking, Uriel was silent for more than ten seconds, suppressing his emotions before speaking 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 understand, what you’re saying is basically, ‘I can’t win against you in a logical argument, but we can wait and see.’” Feng Bujue said. “For someone who, two minutes ago, was trying to morally blackmail me with the little boy he’s possessing, your reaction doesn’t surprise me at all. Now…” He paused, then suddenly slapped Uriel in the face, “Let’s get back to the topic at hand…”

“You!” Uriel only reacted two seconds after being slapped and opened his mouth to curse.

However…

Slap—

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

At this moment, Uriel really wanted to cry…

Since the day he was born, he had never experienced the feeling of being "bullied," but today… he experienced it in a human being.

“Still glaring at me?” Brother Jue seemed to be addicted to slapping him, swinging his hand again. “You’re very arrogant, aren’t you? Not afraid of being slapped, are you?”

“Are you ever going to stop!” Uriel was about to collapse. He stood up and roared, “Do you still want to hear the conditions or not?”

“Listen to your grandpa!” Feng Bujue pushed the other man back down with a palm. “It’s fine if I don’t listen to the conditions opened by an idiot like you.”

“Then before you still said to me…” Uriel still wanted to say something.

But Feng Bujue interrupted him, “Can’t I mess with you?”

“What?” The prehistoric power within Uriel’s body was truly about to erupt. At this moment, he already had the thought of perishing together with Brother Jue. “After talking for so long…” He gritted his teeth, uttering each word slowly, “You purely wanted to humiliate me, that’s why…”

“Bah!” Feng Bujue just wouldn’t let him finish speaking. “Who wants to humiliate you? You came to my door yourself.” As he said this, he grabbed the other man’s ankles again and swung Uriel up into the air, “I wouldn’t have said anything if you didn’t say that, but after you said that, I can’t hold back my anger anymore!”

Bang—Bang—Bang—

Brother Jue started swinging people again, “One after another… coming whenever they want! Leaving whenever they want! Is my place a public toilet! So impressive that you can teleport! Next time, I don’t care if you’re angels, demons, ghosts, or monsters… whoever dares to enter my house without saying hello again…” He spoke faster and faster, and the movements of his hands swinging people also accelerated, almost to the frequency of swinging once for every two words, “I’ll… beat him, her, it… to death!”

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

In that second, Uriel, unable to endure the torment, chose to teleport away; therefore… Brother Jue, losing the "heavy object" in his hands, also lost his balance.

Dong dong dong—

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

“Hmm?” 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 replying showed that the person knocking was a woman.

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

At this moment, a fair-haired, blue-eyed young woman was standing outside the door. She was wearing a British-style black coat, tall and attractive; she was 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 the other party, the first thing he could confirm was… this was definitely not his neighbor. If someone like this lived in their building, he would definitely remember.