Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Wu Chang raised an eyebrow. The Xingcai gang truly deserved its reputation as the top gang in Gao Mu Country, with over ten thousand capable underlings, far exceeding his expectations.

But isn’t it great to have more people? The more participants, the livelier the activity.

He waved his hand casually and said, ”Quality over quantity. Arrange for ten thousand people, bring your gear, and wait for my orders near the White Plain Mountain.”

Cyan Dragon swallowed a gulp, witnessing such a large-scale operation for the first time.

”President, what kind of gear should they bring? With such a crowd gathered, won’t the authorities have objections?”

Wu Chang replied, ”Metal batons or extendable batons will do. If unavailable, order them now. Also, have everyone change into running shoes, you’re going for a nighttime mountain patrol tonight, and don’t fall behind.”

”As for the officials, I’m just cleaning up their mess, they won’t have any complaints.”

Cyan Dragon bowed: ”Understood.”

Wu Chang clicked his tongue, looking at Li Yubin’s face in the video of ”Star Jump Survivors’ Thank You Letter.” Unlike this foolish lady, he never wastes any resources he can use.

Hiding in the mountains, hard to search, right?

Then let’s play a national-level game of Gao Mu Country, Running Man, ever heard of it?

In recent years, GAO Mu Country’s variety shows have been quite popular, but when it comes to large-scale Running Man, it has to be the one in Gwangju decades ago.

Tonight, he will gather Xingcai gang members to recreate the miracle of Gwangju in the White Plain Mountain Range, a mountainous version of Running Man.

Although he is not Lee Dohwan, he can make those New Cosmos Sect believers scream just the same.

Let him use six swings per second to shatter the dreams of those Evil God followers.

Just thinking about it, he could faintly hear powerful music in his ears.

After Cyan Dragon left, he arranged for his secretary to withdraw forty billion Gao Mu currency, exchanged into banknotes of ten thousand each, and packed into ten thousand red envelopes.

With thick envelopes, only then can the action have attitude.

Having done all this, Wu Chang headed towards the New Cosmos Sect headquarters, the car stopping in front of the Great Cathedral. Wu Chang looked back at Erin beside him, and said:

”You continue watching your show, this small matter I can handle myself, it’ll be resolved swiftly.”

Because of Wu Chang’s request, the inside of the cathedral was already sealed, with believers transferred to other churches for their prayers.

Wu Chang pushed open the cathedral’s door, seeing four priests with bruised noses and swollen faces, hands and feet bound, kneeling before the stained glass at the front of the cathedral.

Cui Chengze and several members of the Mystical Research Association stood beside them, guarding the four, awaiting Wu Chang’s arrival.

Seeing Wu Chang approach, Cui Chengze proactively came up and said, ”I can confirm, these four are Jin Canyun’s informants, but they’re tight-lipped and steadfast in their beliefs. We’ve tried interrogating them but couldn’t pry their mouths open.”

Wu Chang said nonchalantly, ”That’s because your methods are wrong. You must win them over with virtue.”

He walked up to the four, asking, ”Giving you one last chance, confess now and it will count as surrender, making up for your wrongdoings.”

The four extremist believers seemed not to have heard Wu Chang, only glancing at him briefly at the beginning before lowering their gaze to the floor as if seeing some cabbage and potatoes, continuing to chant their prayers devoutly.

Wu Chang clicked his tongue once more. This hero of Gao Mu was truly underestimated.

He looked back at Cui Chengze, asking, ”Among the four, who holds the highest rank?”

Cui Chengze pointed at one of them and said, ”Song Zhenxian, he is the most respected bishop in the sect, a strong contender for the next Archbishop. He previously appeared to have discord with the runaway Jin Canyun, hiding very deeply.”

Wu Chang raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, grabbed Song Zhenxian by the collar, and dragged him toward the confession room.

”I’ll have a chat with him. You don’t need to come along.”

Once Wu Chang and Song Zhenxian entered the small dark room, a member of the Mystical Research Association quietly asked, ”Can President Li handle it?”

Although they had heard Cui Chengze boast about him extravagantly, and had seen videos of Wu Chang returning triumphantly under the shelter of God, they still had doubts about Wu Chang’s abilities.

They had used many methods and even tried using Mystical Ceremony to influence the minds of the other party, with no effect—a mere young master of a wealthy family, what could he possibly do?

There’s no way he would invoke a deity to interrogate a commoner. Gods aren’t kept domestically; they can’t be summoned at whim.

Cui Chengze was just about to suggest believing before doubting, but before he could speak, the door of the small dark room had opened, and the bindings on Song Zhenxian’s hands and feet were undone as he obediently followed Wu Chang out.

The member of the Mystical Research Association who had spoken earlier rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe what he was seeing—a mere half-minute had passed, too short even to invoke a deity, and it was already over?

Keep in mind Song Zhenxian was the leader of the extremists, under their special care, subjected to myriad tricks without a sound from him—how did he surrender with just a gesture from Wu Chang?

Come on, buddy, sure, money moves mountains, but you’re an extremist believer. Hey, show some zeal and make a stand!

Wu Chang didn’t use money to deal with Song Zhenxian. For small fry like him, Mind Resonance was naturally more suitable.

The Mind Resonance effect was as effective as ever, but Wu Chang was somewhat concerned that Song Zhenxian didn’t immediately succumb but resisted for half a minute before being subdued.

This certainly wasn’t because Song Zhenxian’s will value was high enough to resist his inspiration; it must be the Will Barrier described as an item effect, influenced by factors other than simple Will Attribute.