Chapter 1962: Not Here to Reminisce

"An'er, your personality is still the same as before, straightforward." Samuer sat down: "I called you all over today, certainly not to reminisce with you."

"Now we are just waiting for the Pope's Saintess Xueli to arrive; a major event recently occurred within their Pope, Old Ivan has already met the True Lord, and the newly appointed Bishop Dewen seems to be somewhat disobedient."

"The forces in Yizhou have already changed; if they are not restrained, many disturbances and frictions will occur."

"So what do you mean?" An'er stared at Samuer and asked.

This old thing acted like a very kind old man, but in fact, he was an old fox.

His hand could not help but reach toward his feet; he wanted even more to be the person who controlled the Pope.

But unfortunately, the Pope was not a pushover either and was not under control at all, so his wishful thinking fell through.

"My meaning is, from now on, only what I say counts." Samuer sneered, his aged expression somewhat twisted: "Without you three major forces, and without the Pope, how about that?"

"Samuer, I'm afraid that won't work." Kaza slowly shook his head: "The reason we didn't cause trouble before was because you promised us."

"As long as we cooperated obediently, we could survive well; now you want us to follow your command? I'm afraid that won't work."

"I know that when this is mentioned, you will certainly disagree, but today, I am not here to seek your opinions, but to notify you." Samuer's tone was filled with murderous intent.

"If you do not obey my words, then only destruction awaits you, do you understand?"

An'er was furious; his hand moved, and he wanted to draw a gun to finish off this old thing, but he was stopped by Chen Yu.

An'er glanced at Chen Yu and had no choice but to be patient.

Firstly, it was because Chen Yu had stopped him, and secondly, he truly did not have a gun in his hand.

But he swore that if this old thing went too far, strangling an old man was something An'er could still manage.

"An'er, what do you think?" Samuer naturally saw the change in An'er, and he glanced at him.

"My view is the same as Kaza's," An'er said: "We can have a cooperative relationship; for the sake of the big picture, I can guarantee that I will not proactively cause trouble before I am threatened."

"But it is impossible for us to take orders from you like Zhamusi; I think Zhamusi has been no different from a dog all these years."

"Haha, you are still the same as before, so straightforward in your personality." Samuer laughed: "But An'er, this time, I'm afraid it's not up to you."

"Not only you two, but even the people from the Pope, I have invited them all over this time; I have fought with them openly and secretly for so many years, and I am tired. Today, I am going to have a showdown with them."

Just at this moment, the door of the wooden house was opened from the outside, and a bearded man said: "Mr. Samuer, the Pope's Xueli has arrived."

This bearded man was none other than Zhamusi; he was an acquaintance of both An'er and Kaza.

Because the three of them had all worked together at Red Skull before, they were not strangers to each other.

But meeting now, the room was filled with the smell of gunpowder; for Zhamusi, who had betrayed the alliance and turned to be Samuer's dog, the other two held extremely strong hostility.

"She's here? Then let her in. Also, these two are your old friends, so I don't need to introduce them, right?" Samuer said with a smile.

"No need. Kaza, An'er, long time no see. How have you two been lately?" Zhamusi greeted them enthusiastically.

"Quite well, though you seem to be doing pretty well yourself," An'er said.

"Of course, I'm doing quite well here with Mr. Samuer," Zhamusi said with a loud laugh.

"What a pity, you actually haven't died yet. Seeing you doing so well makes me feel terrible," An'er sneered and said bluntly.

"Hmph, An'er, don't worry, I won't leave before you die," Zhamusi snorted and invited Xueli in.

Xueli saw Chen Yu in the room, and she couldn't help but feel happy, then she turned her head and nodded slightly to Samuer to signal.

"Haha, the Pope is ultimately different from other forces; they are always the last to arrive," Samuer said with a laugh, but in reality, he was expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Teacher Dewen is too busy with affairs right now, so he sent me to attend the appointment. I can fully represent the Pope; if there is anything, I can decide it directly," Xueli said.

"That's good. If you can represent the Pope, then everything is easy to talk about," Samuer nodded slightly: "Since everyone is here, let's begin."

At a table, several parties sat down, while Zhamusi stood behind Samuer with his men, waiting.

"I have already told the other two my thoughts just now, Miss Xueli, now I can repeat them to you," Samuer said.

"Mr. Samuer, please speak," Xueli nodded.

"The Pope's influence is growing larger and larger now," Samuer said: "You bunch of charlatans occupy too many resources."

"Your churches are all set up in the most prosperous parts of the city center, and your believers are preaching in the streets and alleys every day."

"These are all our duties. The world is full of suffering, and we must let the glory of the True Lord shine upon everyone," Xueli interrupted him: "So do we have a problem?"

"There is a problem, of course there is a problem," Samuer sneered: "Your existence has brought great instability to society."

"And it has affected the local political power; many people feel that they are believers of the Pope, so they don't take us, the rulers, seriously."

"So, what do you want?" Xueli was neither humble nor pushy, and her attitude was neither cold nor warm.

She didn't take this guy seriously at all; after all, the people of the Pope were the ones who held Theocracy.

"From now on, the Pope will be under my jurisdiction. You people go around preaching and tricking quite a few rich people into joining you."

Samuer said with a grim smile: "You should understand my meaning; from now on, the rulers will not allow such arrogant existences as you."

"Obeying the official coordination is not impossible," Xueli smiled faintly and said: "But do you have any other requirements?"

"First, we will collect seventy percent of the profits obtained by the Pope as taxes. Second, you must have correct ideological guidance, and all future gatherings must follow our arrangements."

Samuer directly opened his mouth like a lion: "You must also provide us with powerful people to solve some troubles we cannot solve..."

"You had better stop talking. The first point alone is impossible for the Pope to accept," Xueli glanced at him and said: "The rest is even more of a fantasy."