"Today, I gathered everyone together to say something, and I hope that colleagues in the church can implement it seriously, so as not to cause trouble to the priests." Wang Xu stood in front of the crowd without any stage fright. appearance.
It was Monday afternoon, and Wang Xu gathered all the believers belonging to the church in Mentougou (where the Housangyu Church is located)—a total of sixty-five people—into the church. That’s not difficult. According to their contact information, he sent a notice to every household. The content roughly reads: If you don’t come to the meeting today, I will kick you out of the church.
"Hey! Kid! Who the hell are you? Why should we listen to you?" A congregation stood up.
Wang Xu said: "You can call me Atkinson, Father Charlie and Father Thomas have entrusted me with full authority to manage you."
"Boy, you still have a foreign name? Bastard! Hahaha!" The person who asked the question just now shouted, and a burst of ridicule broke out in the crowd.
Wang Xu took a few steps forward, came to the man, and said in a very amiable manner: "As for us religious believers, we should be calmer, we are all God's people, we must be harmonious, and we must be harmonious. … If you apologize for the personal attack just now, I don't mind forgiving you."
That person probably didn't understand Wang Xu's words, so he stepped forward and pushed Wang Xu, "What are you talking about? Look at your ugly face, and let the Lord listen to you!" You don't go out to inquire, who doesn't know me, Erye Pang? You fucking... "
He only uttered half a word of swearing, and Wang Xu's hand was already pressed on his face, just like a human being attacked by a strange shape of a baby, his eyes, mouth, and nose were all blocked tightly, and No matter how much he struggled, Wang Xu's hands never moved.
Thirty seconds later, this man was a little out of breath, the veins on his neck were protruding, and his eyes were probably congested. At this time, a strong man rushed up next to him, who seemed to be with Pang Er. He raised his sleeves, and punched Wang Xu on the back of the head with his casserole-sized fist. The kid is fucking courting death!"
Wang Xu yawned, and when the opponent's fist was about to hit him, he moved a little sideways. Before the opponent had time to react after the attack failed, Wang Xu's other hand turned from top to bottom. The top of his head was fanned away.
This slap was naturally a solid one, and a big man was immediately fainted by the slap, and fell straight on the ground, motionless.
The crowd around were stunned at that moment, Wang Xu let out a cold snort, and let go of Pang Er. The latter had only one breath left at the moment, his face had turned from green to purple, and he fell to the ground panting for a long time.
"Don't worry, merciful Lord, teach me to forgive you..." Wang Xu looked at the two people on the ground with incomparably obscene eyes, stretched out his hand, and pointed at them with a contemptuous gesture: "So... I forgive you... "
Although 90% of local hooligans think that the set of Wang Baquan they have practiced in many years of fighting with weapons is also a superior martial art, but Pang Er is by no means one of them, because his family was quite rich when he was young, and he used to I asked a master who ran the rivers and lakes to teach me some boxing. This allowed Pang Er to have a more accurate definition of the word "master".
He clearly knew that he was considered a second-rate master, and the big man who helped him just now was a first-rate man. As for the other people present, they were either top-notch or not at all...
But no matter what, Pang Er couldn't understand Wang Xu's skill. It seemed that it was beyond the realm of practicing martial arts. His every move did not reveal any style of martial arts practitioners. A monster that is stronger than you purely by virtue of its strength, speed and reaction is faster than you, it is enough to kill you a hundred times.
"Second Master Pang, do you obey my management now, or let me invite you out of the church?" Wang Xu put an emphasis on the word "please".
Pang Er nodded: "Submit...I submit...you can say whatever you want..."
Wang Xu laughed so hard that his eyes almost disappeared. He returned to the place where he spoke at the beginning: "Are there any other people here who have any objections to my management?"
There was only the sound of swallowing saliva in the crowd, and if you listen carefully, you can find that many people are trembling... Even the notoriously ruthless character Pang Er has subdued, who would dare to be that thorny head to make fun of himself
Wang Xu sat on the highest seat in the middle, and he leaned there in a very comfortable posture, projecting a condescending lewd look to the crowd...
"From today onwards, you can call me Godfather."
The crowd was completely silent, Wang Xu sneered and said, "I know... silence doesn't mean no opinion, it's just that sometimes it's better not to say anything. But if you think I don't know the truth, you're insulting me wisdom!"
Some people lowered their heads subconsciously, and there was fear in their eyes...
Wang Xu continued: "I know all about your purpose of joining the church, your understanding of belief, and your daily actions. , then it is a big mistake, I put this sentence here today, this is the only time, you all have to remember... I, know everything!"
Maybe even Wang Xu himself didn't notice that, unintentionally, the power of dominance has affected everyone present, and their souls are going through a process, which is "surrender".
"In any case, starting today, I don't want anyone to steal or steal in the name of the church, and I don't want anyone to harass women from good families or women from non-good families... You must attend church services on time every week , listen carefully to the priest's sermon, and learn the principles of life from the teachings. Instead of turning yourself into a scum who does not need to obey the law through the church.
When you do what I say, you will be good, decent, decent people, welcome everywhere, and I, your godfather, will be responsible for protecting you from all kinds of 'man-made' misfortunes, which is what I can promise. "
After Wang Xu finished speaking, step by step, he slowly left the sight of everyone, until the sound of his footsteps disappeared completely, no one in the church hall dared to move a little bit, even their necks were stiff...
Since that day, this group of congregants...or this group of hooligans, all of a sudden have changed their ways, from "social security risks" to "new era youths with four talents", not to mention bullying the market, even if they are asked to spit everywhere Don't dare.
The title of "Godfather" did not become as popular as Wang Xu expected. People gave him a more resounding nickname: "White-haired Demon King".