Chapter 1939: Chapter 1939: Netherworld King Temple

In the following days, Xiao Zheng stayed at the Netherworld King Temple.

Eating, drinking, sleeping as he pleased.

Whenever he felt bored, he sparred with Hades at the Martial Arts Arena, acting completely as if he were unaffected by the turmoil outside.

However, this was only on the surface; Xiao Zheng was still very concerned about external information in secret.

During these days, spies from the Blood Clan, including Long Qie, continuously funneled intelligence to him. These reports were all related to the Bright Church, detailing either a Saint Heir arriving somewhere to investigate his whereabouts, or an elder purportedly discovering his hideout and leading a team to capture him...

Basically, the whole of Europe could be summed up with one word: "chaos."

But just as Hades had initially predicted, after futile and frenetic searches, the Bright Church gradually resigned to reality. Because they simply couldn’t find Xiao Zheng; continuing the pursuit would only waste their time and energy.

The majority of the Saint Heirs and elders investigating outside returned to their respective territories and the Church.

All sides recognized the situation; the Bright Church, aside from not rescinding the warrant for Xiao Zheng, had actually given up. Undoubtedly, Xiao Zheng had triumphed in this clash.

This naturally raised Xiao Zheng’s reputation to new heights in Europe once again.

When the news reached the Netherworld King Temple, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but reveal a trace of a smile.

Hades glanced at him, then asked indifferently, "How does it feel to make the Bright Church capitulate? Are you feeling quite proud?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zheng replied with a smile, "There’s nothing to be proud of. Just as you said before, the Bright Church had to yield because they simply couldn’t find me."

"So when do you plan to return?" Hades asked.

Upon hearing her words, Xiao Zheng couldn’t help but show a hint of helplessness: "What’s wrong? Is it such a big deal that I stayed a few more days? No need to rush me out, right? At most, I can pay for the meals and lodging for these days."

In the past, Hades would have been indifferent to his jokes.

Yet today, inexplicably, Hades slowly extended a hand towards him.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at her extended hand, Xiao Zheng asked somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing him, Hades said, "Didn’t you say you’d pay? Then hand it over."

Hearing her words, Xiao Zheng almost popped his eyes out.

He wanted to see if Hades was joking, but no matter how he looked, Hades maintained a serious expression.

Xiao Zheng finally responded like a deflated balloon, saying weakly, "Can you hold off for now? I didn’t bring any money with me.

He simply dared not mention paying via mobile scan.

Because Xiao Zheng worried that once he said he could use a mobile to pay, Hades would immediately pull out a QR code from beneath her seat. That would be a nightmare...

Fortunately, Hades was indeed joking and wasn’t truly going to demand money from him.

After some idle chatter, Xiao Zheng prepared to leave.

After all, he had promised Long Qie that he would depart Europe and return to Huaxia within seven days. Now the agreed time had come, and with the Bright Church gradually pulling back, he had no reason to stay any longer.

Hades showed no intention of seeing him off, remaining seated on the Divine Throne.

Xiao Zheng was used to this kind of farewell.

Every time he came to the Netherworld King Temple and prepared to leave, Hades would never see him off. It was like: happy when he arrived, indifferent when he left.

As for Xiao Zheng, he was the same, never announcing his arrivals nor hesitating in his departures.

This had cultivated a kind of silent understanding between the two.

After waving goodbye to Hades, Xiao Zheng headed towards the temple’s exit.

However, just as he reached the doorway, he suddenly received a phone call.

Since it was Xiao Zheng’s private number, only a handful of close friends and relatives knew it.

Thus, hearing the ringtone, he didn’t find it unusual and directly took out his phone.

But after seeing the caller ID, Xiao Zheng showed a trace of surprise.

The caller was none other than Su Zimo.

Shouldn’t she be in class at this time? Why is she suddenly calling him?

Xiao Zheng frowned slightly, a bad feeling suddenly looming in his mind.

He pressed the answer button, but the other end of the call was eerily silent.

This eerie silence persisted for about three to five seconds, then Xiao Zheng heard a strange man’s voice: "Hmm? Got through at last? Hello, Evil God. I must say, reaching you was quite the challenge."

"Who are you? Why is Zimo’s phone in your hands?" Xiao Zheng’s voice turned icy.

Upon hearing this, the stranger chuckled then said, "Since the Evil God is so intrigued by my identity, let me introduce myself. I’m Eric Augustine, you can just call me Eric as my friends do."

"Cut to the chase. I don’t care for your name." Xiao Zheng sneered, "Tell me, who do you belong to? And why is Zimo’s phone in your hands?"

Sensing the killing intent in his words, Eric remained unfazed, continuing with a smile: "Evil God, you are indeed impatient. Rest assured, Miss Su is safe. I’m a gentleman; I never harm women."

"As for my allegiance, I’m the Bright Church’s Saint Heir, ranked 7th in sequence."

Hearing his self-introduction, Xiao Zheng felt only hatred, not surprise.

From the moment he received Eric’s call, he had already guessed Eric’s identity, though he resisted facing the truth. Now Eric willingly revealed it, intensifying Xiao Zheng’s murderous intent.

"Let Zimo go; this has nothing to do with her."

Xiao Zheng said coldly.

Upon hearing him, Eric smiled: "I will release her, but I need to meet you personally. If you manage to reach Saint Sochiya by sunset tomorrow, I promise to let Miss Su go."

"Fine. You’d better clean your neck; I wouldn’t want it dirty when I kill you." Xiao Zheng retorted with a smirk.

Eric laughed heartily: "Then I’ll await the Evil God’s grand arrival at Saint Sochiya tomorrow!"

Both harbored their own intentions, yet neither hid their murderous intentions!