Female President's Protector

The rain in September is not as slippery as winter rain, nor as desolate as autumn rain, nor as lingering as spring rain.

The only thing is to pour down and frantically sweep everything to vent one's own power.After its washing, all the dirt in the world is washed away, and everything is put on a new layer of clothing.

The bloody smell of Bandung, Indonesia was washed away, and in exchange for a breath of freshness mixed with earth.

The small stronghold of the Catholic Hotel was already riddled with holes, but Zhang Yi and the others still moved in.

Standing on the window, watching the heavy rain brushing against the transparent glass, the water droplets formed into threads.

It was already night, and everyone was still staying in Zhang Yi's room.

They have stayed here since they came back from dinner, and no matter how much Ren Zhangyi pushed him away, they refused to leave.

After a long time, Zhang Yi asked, "Girl, what happened to Darnell?"

"I have made known what he did to the world. The godfather of the underworld was destroyed, and the Chinese no longer fear anything. When they saw these evidences, they organized parades spontaneously and demanded an explanation from the Indonesian side." Li Xuqian said with a smile.

"not enough!"

Zhang Yi murmured softly, if it was just like this, he would not save Darney's life until now, there is no need to spend a lot of trouble to let He He monitor him.

"Yang Ming, how are the Chinese students you organized getting ready?" Zhang Yi looked at Yang Ming and asked.

"Everything is ready, just waiting for your order." Yang Ming said excitedly.

"Ah."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, and just responded.

"Boss, in what Darney did, not only the Chinese were victimized, but students from other countries were also bullied by him. I will publish the evidence together."

When Zhang Yi heard this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Since they want to exclude the Chinese, let the Chinese fight for it themselves."

"What should we do next?" Li Xuqian's face was filled with excitement.

Now that the Catholic Church in Bandung has been hit hard, strike while the iron is hot. Once the parade starts at this time, the Indonesian side will be helpless.

After all, with so much evidence in front of them, it's useless for them to deny it, and it's not just about China, there are victims in several countries.

Zhang Yi shook his head lightly and said, "There's no rush, there's only one beauty missing."

"Who?"

"The Pope!" Zhang Yi's black eyes flashed with two gleams.

He is very clear that the Indonesian side has been waiting and watching. They even want to wait for the demon god's people to leave and support the Pope's comeback. But once the Pope is also severely injured, they will naturally be terrified. If they start the plan at that time, it will be more effective. .

"Zhang Yi, the pope is mysterious and unpredictable, and his strength should not be underestimated." Shura said with a slight frown.

A smile rose from the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth: "I never thought of killing him or anything. As long as we are not evenly matched, the Indonesian side will be afraid."

"Then, as soon as our program was launched, their fear grew."

"Uh!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, everyone was stunned.

Indeed, Catholicism in Indonesia has a pivotal position. Once the pope is not the opponent of the leader of the demon god, or is evenly matched, then the Indonesian side must have a lot of fear if the Indian Chinese parade in the streets to protest.

One is the threat of the Demon God, and the other is the anger of China and other countries.

They cannot afford this responsibility.

Susu!

Suddenly, there was a wind blowing outside the window, and the rain seemed to become heavier.

Zhang Yi frowned, exchanged glances with Shura, and immediately ran out one after another.

"Boss..."

"Zhang Yi..."

Seeing Zhang Yi and Shura running out, Li Xuqian and the others exclaimed in bewilderment, wanting to catch up, but at this moment the figures of the two had already disappeared.

"What should we do?" Li Xuqian looked at the crowd anxiously and asked.

"Boss, they must have discovered something, maybe the pope has appeared, we just wait here for them to come back." Ye Tian thought for a moment and said.

"But……"

"Okay, don't worry so much, the boss is free."

When Shura and the two chased a black man to a nearby street, the black figure stopped and turned to look at Zhang Yi: "Reaper?"

Zhang Yi frowned. He was a big man about 1.8 meters tall, but he was wearing a mask.

"Hehe, does it mean that the so-called dare not show his true colors?"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, the Pope laughed wildly and let the rain fall into his mouth.

Behind the pope, there is an extra cardinal.

The pope stared directly at Zhang Yi with two wolf-like gazes through the mask, and said with a grinning grin, "You've had a lot of fun these two days."

"If not, why would you appear?" Zhang Yi said calmly, not paying attention to the Pope's gaze.

However, he was puzzled in his heart. Now it seems that the strength of the pope is at most only the eighth level of the archbishop in red.

But why is this happening?

Zhang Yi wouldn't believe that the pope's level would be so low, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sit firmly on the pope's throne.

He didn't believe that if the Pope's strength was so low, no one would snatch the Pope's throne!

"According to what you said, you killed my 2590 Catholic congregants in order to lure me out?" The Pope said with a hideous smile, looking at Zhang Yi.

"Like I said, Ronald wanted to hurt my Demon God. Does the Pope mean that you are only allowed to hurt me, and my Demon God is not allowed to fight back?" Zhang Yi said sarcastically.

"Hmph." The Pope snorted coldly, and angrily said, "Today, I want to avenge more than 2000 congregants."

"Let the horse come here!" Zhang Yi hooked his index finger and said disdainfully.

Whoosh!

With a movement of the Pope's body, he suddenly rushed towards Zhang Yi.

As soon as he moved, Shura faced the archbishop in red, while Zhang Yi frowned slightly, and raised his fist to face the Pope.

Bang!

Zhang Yi's fist with traces of genuine energy collided with the Pope's fist, the dull sound was covered by the sound of rain, each took three steps back, looking at each other warily.

"The so-called god of death is nothing more than that." The pope laughed mockingly, his eyes full of contempt.

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Yi didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he ran up to the Pope briskly, the Star Art was running crazily, his fists were covered with golden light.

"Hmph, small tricks." The pope snorted coldly, and raised his palm to resist Zhang Yi's fist.

'Boom! '

The two had fought dozens of moves before they knew it, but they were all evenly matched.

Just when Zhang Yi was about to launch an attack again, Shura was knocked into the air by the archbishop in red, and he flew upside down.

"Shura..."

For this reason, Zhang Yi's complexion changed drastically, and he exclaimed, with doubts flashing across his brows.

Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration, and his face sank like water.

Letting the rain hit his cheeks, he walked step by step towards the red-clothed archbishop.

"You are the Pope!"