I don't want to go to heaven, but even hell doesn't dare to accept me

Xu Cheng gave patriarch Morgan a meaningful look, and the latter swallowed a little guiltily as he looked at Xu Cheng's thought-provoking eyes and looked away.

Xu Cheng looked at Peien's bloody face. Although he was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, he was still rational. He wiped the blood on his hand on Peien's clothes and said,""A loser should act like a loser. If you dare to play, you should be prepared to pay. How can a loser be as cool as you? That's just how I am. You either don't offend me or you're prepared. "

Then, Xu Cheng went back to his seat, took out another cigarette, and lit it up. He took a puff and felt that what he did just now made him feel a little satisfied.

He leaned back in his chair and looked lazily at Paine, whose face was covered in blood.""Alright, now we can talk about the purpose of calling me here."

"You can leave now!" The pope said coldly.