The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
chapter-1186

Before Fangzheng left, the man shouted. "Abbot Fangzheng, welcome to Italy. I hope you will have sweet dreams tonight. The best is yet to come! Remember me. I'm Downey Plinton, your future nightmare!"

"Master, if possible, I want to beat him up," said Red Boy through gritted teeth.

Fangzheng said as he walked, "Jingxin, it's wrong to hit people. Violence can't resolve everything." With that said, he lowered his voice. "Don't let anyone see you."

Red Boy was already feeling dejected when he thought that Fangzheng was about to take the insult, but when he heard the rest of the sentence, he was immediately amused. Indeed, the darn baldy in front of him was still the same old darn baldy. He never waited to take revenge and would always seek it on the spot!

Therefore Red Boy chuckled as he rubbed his palms together.

As for the others, they saw Fangzheng leave with the police with Red Boy in tow.

By the side, Downey happily watched this scene. He glanced at the big-bearded Conn and said, "Are you Conn, the man who reported them for possible arson?"

"Yes. But Sir, the police already confirmed that I misheard." Conn clearly didn't want the misunderstanding to continue.

Downey shook his head. "Clearly, their investigations weren't very serious. Alright, Mr. Conn, this matter has nothing to do with you anymore."

Just as he said that, Downey suddenly raised his right hand and gave himself a slap!

Downey felt the world spin around him before he plopped to the ground. He exclaimed. "Who hit me?"

The billboard at the side creaked and collapsed on him. Thud!

Downey screamed. "My leg!"

Then, there was silence.

Conn was also shocked. He quickly gathered help. After Downey was taken away by an ambulance, a reporter came to him.

"I really don't know what exactly happened. Just now, Mr. Downey suddenly gave himself a slap like he's crazy. Dear god, you don't even know how much strength he used! This is the first time I've seen someone send himself flying. As for the billboard, it was an accident. He bumped into it when he fell to the ground, and then it fell…" Conn was also dumbfounded. He still couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Sir, it's not that I don't believe what you said. But slapping himself? Alright, I can barely believe that. However, the billboard was welded to the ground. I tried moving it; it'd be impossible for two people to topple it, much less for it to fall from being bumped into…" The female reporter questioned suspiciously.

Conn said in a sobbing tone, "Alright, the interview's over. Perhaps it's because I didn't sleep the entire night and I'm hallucinating. Or perhaps I have some post-flight confusion. Anyway… Everything I've seen and heard starting from yesterday has had nothing to do with f*cking reality. I don't believe anything anymore!"

With that said, Conn ran off.

The female reporter was dumbfounded. She didn't understand what was up with Conn. However, after she interviewed other witnesses and received the same answers, she suddenly felt that she was also about to go crazy.

At the same time, in a villa along the banks of the Tiber river in Rome, Italy, two men were leisurely sipping tea.

"I heard that Fangzheng has come from China. Mr. Phelps, how do you plan on dealing with him? I heard that he's not an ordinary person, but a divine monk with divine powers," said a white-shirted man with a smile.

The man across him had rather long hair. He leaned against his chair and threw up his legs on the table. He said casually, "Divine monk? Stop kidding. Although that's the information sent from China, do you believe it? If he's a divine monk, I'm Superman."

With that said, the man picked up a cup of coffee beside him and took a sip. "I've already gotten Downey to handle it. A foreigner wanting to fight with us in Italy? What a joke. I have ten thousand ways to make him scram! Or rather, he will willingly scram after I'm done with him!"

"Mr. Phelps, you appear very confident. However, the Chinese authorities have already found out about our matter. They won't let this rest."

"They won't let it rest? My dear cousin, will Uncle and the others watch me get into trouble? What's more, I'm not doing this for myself. I'm doing this for the sake of all Europeans. Besides, Cousin, everything I've done has been thanks to your support. Once I succeed, your position as the head of the Rosius will be in the bag. Of course, if you and I fail, that spot will still belong to Matthew." Phelps sat up straight as he looked at the man in front of him.

The man in front of him was named Erte Rosius. He was the second son of the Rosius family in Italy. Although he was the second son, he had the ability to compete with the eldest son of the Rosius. In fact, the eldest son of the Rosius, Matthew, was more like a profligate than a family heir. There was no news of him all year round. On the contrary, Erte was more skilled at management. Amongst the Rosius, many people supported him instead of Matthew.

However, the current family head was more inclined towards Matthew. With the election for family head approaching, Erte was more anxious than anyone else. He was in desperate need of making a huge contribution to push himself to the position of family head.

Pushing GAIA to the pinnacle of medical science in the world and obtaining the secrets of Chinese medicine became an important part of his grand scheme. He knew very well that in the current world, even though energy, information, and technology were all very profitable, what was truly profitable was controlling life and death!

Whoever could control the medicine of the future would be the hegemon of this world. An uncrowned king!

Phelps was Erte's important chess piece, so he smiled and said, "Junior cousin, don't worry. I will use all my power to help you fend off China. From what I know, we seem to have made a good decision. Many countries share the same thought. We are all thieves, so we won't pursue the matter too aggressively. On the contrary, we will receive more support under the table. The pressure we feel from this is not as great as it looks on the surface. I have already bought over a number of senators, and with the support of my friends, even if the President opposes our decision and denounces us as thieves, he won't have the ability to control us. He still has a huge mess on his hands to deal with. Good luck to him with that. Once we succeed, we will be the uncrowned kings of this world!"

When Phelps heard this, he smiled very happily. He clapped his hands and said, "That's good! Then I'll let my hair loose and have fun with that monk. I'll let him experience the passion of us Italians!"

Erte raised his glass and said, "For our crown, cheers!"

"Cheers!" Phelps raised his cup as well.

At the same time, Fangzheng's days with Red Boy, who had finished beating up a particular man, were tough. After being taken away by the police, Fangzheng had been locked up in a small black room. No one could see him, yet the police did not seem to have any intention of questioning him any further.