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For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

Many loyal believers of the Fist God raised their fists and glared at him.

Some of them were horrified, intimidated by the arrogance of the believers of mechanics and steam in broad daylight in front of the statue of the Fist God.

Not far away, a team of muscular guards with bulging temples pushed everyone away and charged at the heretic.

The guy turned a blind eye to it. He was still shouting heretical slogans and throwing toilet paper recklessly.

The paper fell down like snowflakes.

Most of the devout believers were as scared as snakes and scorpions and avoided him like poison.

But there were a few people who found it hard to resist the temptation of curiosity. They secretly grabbed the paper and glanced at it, before they threw it aside and stomped on it to prove their innocence.

Gus swallowed and grabbed one, too.