Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the rain grew heavier.
In the pouring rain, Lu Bu'er didn't allow the world much time to choose, because the moment his words ended, he had already bent down.
His hands grasped Zhang Bolun's head.
In a crisscross motion, he twisted forcefully.
Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhang Bolun's eyes widened in terror as his neck was forcibly twisted and broken, lying in the rain puddles on the asphalt like a dead dog, probably never understanding how he had been killed in front of so many high-ranking Federation and Church officials.
Why was that lunatic so audaciously reckless?
That became his last thought.
And so, Zhang Bolun died.
An archbishop from the Church headquarters.
Dead.
In the face of the boundless drones and countless cameras.
Lu Bu'er lifted his rain-soaked face, his expression immensely exhilarated.
"Shoot!"
