C895 It Stole the Holy Water!

"You again!"

The Pope, reeling from the punch that sent him flying, glared with a twisted snarl at the figure diving toward him and spat out a curse, "You little pest, I should've guessed it was all your scheme, wasn't it?"

"And what if it was?" Qin Feng's eyes sparkled with intensity, refusing to let his adversary waste time with idle talk. In a swift motion, he launched forward