Bishop Clemmont did not change the meeting place because it was a restaurant, and he went to the appointment as scheduled. Compared to the Brooklyn side, which only brought one bodyguard, Bishop Crémont was much more imposing, and the bodyguards behind him sat in two cars.

But Bishop Clemmont walked into the dining room with a smile and sat down across from Brooklyn. Bishop Cremont is a gray-haired old man, and he is recorded as 73 years old, but he does not look old.

His eyebrows were long, snow-white, and his blue eyes were bright underneath. His face was covered with age spots, and his skin was sagging down, but he was in good spirits.

Crémont is tall and broad-framed, and despite his old appearance, he carries a spirit that makes people subconsciously ignore his appearance.

This is a very confident and conceited person! This kind of person is accustomed to being arbitrary, and his long-term life of self-esteem has cultivated his high-spirited self-confidence, which makes him feel no different from a person in his thirties and forties.

But once this confidence is devastated, he will quickly age, becoming age-commensurate with his age, or even older than his age.

"Hello, Judge Brooklyn Lee." Cremont laughed and reached out to say loudly.

He did not adopt the etiquette of the clergy, but the common handshake ceremony. Brooklyn shook his hand, sent him away, and sat down again.

"Father Gruber has been in the church for too long and doesn't know how to deal with people like you, and I'm sorry he offended you." Bishop Cremont had a loud voice and smiled and apologized to Brooklyn on behalf of Gruber.

Brooklyn shook her head

"Gruber said you told him to come to me and say those things. He was the first to identify himself when I opened the door to him. He said that he was visiting me on behalf of the diocese and in place of the bishop. "Brooklyn doesn't appreciate it.

Not only did he refuse to let Gruber's offense be lightly written, but also Crémont's phrasing.

According to the 'unspoken rules of diplomacy', Cremont will either protect his calf to the end and completely oppose Brooklyn, or he will have to come up with some 'real money' to pay for Gruber's mistakes.

Who apologizes and opens his mouth with white teeth? Is that an apology? And Crémont made a big trip to Brooklyn, obviously not to have a 'formal confrontation ceremony' with Brooklyn.

This means that Clemmont is likely to be prepared.

"So what do you mean to do about it?" Cremont asked bluntly. Brooklyn likes to be so straightforward, not to play so many fancy wastes of time, he likes to go straight to the point!

"Gruber also asked me to fire my bodyguard and hire his designated bodyguard, and he said that you have found a good candidate, all of whom are the most devout believers." Brooklyn didn't answer the question and continued to throw chips out.

Cremont frowned in displeasure

"It's just advice." Brooklyn was noncommittal and continued

"I won't say much about other verbal warnings and offenses, but Gruber has refreshed my three views, and it's hard for me to imagine that the priest was like this." After a pause, Brooklyn said

"Storm your house and forcefully demand that you convert to a religion, or else threaten and intimidate. Gee. Cremont's face drooped completely

"Brooklyn Lee, what do you want to do, just say it."

"It's what you want to do." Brooklyn continued to jump in the Cremont minefield as he pulled Harrison, who was standing behind him, and pointed at him

"This is a devout jealous, of course, that was once and again."

"Your priest took away the organs that should have belonged to his wife, broke into his house, told him that it was God's arrangement, and even demanded that they donate all their savings to atone for their sins."

"I want to know which priest did this."

"I would like to see you take the 'example' of dealing with these priests with your own hands. What do you think? Brooklyn asked.

The muscles in Crémont's cheeks twitched slightly, his cheekbones rose high, and his blue eyes stared sharply at Brooklyn like those of a falcon.

"It's an internal affair. Don't you think you're too wide? Brooklyn nodded

"Changing bodyguards is also my own personal matter, don't you think you're too lenient?"

"There is no priest in my parish like you're talking about!" Brooklyn pointed outside

"Gruber is a fake?" He snapped into a flash of realization, and immediately looked up and commanded Harrison

"Harrison, call the police, someone is pretending to be a priest to commit a scam. By the way, maybe the one who broke into your house is also pretending to be and handing over your recording to the police so that they can help you catch the scammer. ”

"Later, let Bob help you contact TV station A and publish your recording, so that the public can be vigilant, pay attention to safety, and don't be deceived."

"Bishop Cremont, what do you think of this idea?" Brooklyn asked

"I think maybe you should get involved too, it's a good opportunity to promote your positive image."

"You must solemnly declare that neither the priest nor Father Gruber in the recording are your people." Crémont's breathing began to heavily.

Dealing with this kind of stubborn person, Brooklyn feels extremely relaxed. This kind of person is much easier to deal with than Anthony and Burke, two old coins.

"Let him hand over the tape, and not keep the backup, for your sake, we will let him go, and no longer care about his offense to me." Claire suddenly pointed at Harrison and said to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Are you insulting me?"

"Or have you been in Albany for a long time and don't know how to be polite when visiting someone's house?" It's almost the equivalent of pointing at Cremont's nose and greeting his female family.

Surprisingly, Clemmont didn't get angry. Although his hideous expression, turbulent facial features, and bulging veins all showed that he was on the verge of losing his mind, he finally endured it.

"Brooklyn Lee, I think you've just insulted God, and what you're doing in New York is completely against God's will." Cremont asked, grinning

"Plus, you've sold your soul to the devil, how about it?"

"I hope that in prison you will have time to face up to your sins, realize your mistakes, and accept God's guidance." Brooklyn was silent.

Clemmont is not a fool of his own will, he has a very good strategic vision. He directly choked Brooklyn's 'seven inches'.

At this time, Brooklyn's whitewashing scheme has not yet succeeded, its reputation is shaky, and it is unable to face the impact of the slander from the Cult of Envy.

Such an impact, once formed, would quickly overwhelm his long-built prestige and quickly spread to the events in New York and the Harvard Parliament.

Few people have the vision to bypass the military and Harvard, bypass Winston and Frank, and strike directly at Brooklyn.

The last person to be so smart was Heather Gerken. It was a seemingly apologetic public letter from Heather Gerken when he was forced to clean up Brenner by Brooklyn that kept Brooklyn rumored to be a bribery judge to this day, and he has not been able to restore his reputation to the top of his life.

Brooklyn looked back at Harrison. He suddenly realized that he had made several huge mistakes. He had no idea whether the recording in Harrison's hand was real or not, and how powerful the recording was.

Without knowing himself or the other, he rashly launched an attack on Cremont. What if the recording in Harrison's hand is fake?

What if the recording isn't anything at all? Or even more so what if Harrison himself was someone else's?

Is everything a trap set by someone else? He is undoubtedly dying now. Evil a bishop for no reason.

He's really dying! He didn't know anything, he wasn't sure of anything, so he recklessly wanted to take advantage of Cremont and take advantage of the Jealousy Sect.

The moment he thought about this, Brooklyn only felt a chill on his back, like a thorn in his back. After the meeting at the Manhattan Hotel, one by one flashed before his eyes, and he 'looked' at how he had gone from being cautious to being careless today.

In the past, he was cautious about every piece of information, every thing, and every small change, for fear of missing something, for fear that he would not be prepared enough.

But the taste of caution is not pleasant. Since becoming Harvard Speaker, he has gradually discovered that he does not need to be cautious, and things will go very smoothly on his own.

So he grew bolder, bolder, and completely abandoned prudence to this day. Brooklyn 'looked back' on the past and felt that it was a fluke that he was alive until now, and he even felt that he should buy a lottery ticket.

With the luck of living until now, I will definitely hit every shot. The Harvard Speaker's power and charming eyes gradually made him indulge in the feeling of commanding others, making him forget the challengers around him, forgetting his vigilance, and forgetting the fate of politicians.

But now is not the time to repent. He must get out of the immediate crisis as soon as possible. Brooklyn believes that he must get out of the whirlpool of Harrison and religion as soon as possible, and continue to keep the well water of the Jealousy Sect from the river, instead of trying to take advantage of the Jealousy Sect.

But at the same time, he can no longer show the slightest weakness in front of Cremont, and must continue to be tough.

"Bishop Cremont, you can try to do what you say." Brooklyn looked at Cremont without fear and said in a deep voice

"Let's see if it's still the Middle Ages."

"It just so happens that I also want to know more about several other sects, yesterday Father Gruber introduced to me the contradictions between Protestantism, Tianzhuism and Eastern Christianity, you just showed me what Tianzhuism is like, I would like to know the difference between Eastern Zhengism and Protestantism and Tianzhuism."

"I don't think their bishop would have made such an impertinent request—at least we would have had a pleasant Oriental dinner." The Jealousy Sect wasn't the Clemmont family, and this was the opportunity Brooklyn had found.

It was as if he had gone back to the days before the Manhattan hotel meeting, back to the ruined boat at the Manhattan hotel conference, and the strange feeling made his heart beat faster and his blood pumped.

"You can try." Cremont snorted

"Let's see if those heretics will go against me for you." Brooklyn overlooked one thing, one thing that he thought was good a few minutes ago—Cremont was different from Frank, a fox in a bear's skin, and a delicate and cunning heart beneath the rough exterior, Cremont was a bear who was used to the non-reverberating life of the diocese of Albany and would not weigh the pros and cons the same way Frank did.

In the face of provocation, Cremont will only be tougher, more angry, he will only be angry, he will not calm down and think.

Brooklyn realized this after those words, and Cremont's response confirmed his suspicions even more.

In a short period of time, Brooklyn has already made two fatal mistakes in a row. If not handled well, he is likely to overturn on Crémont.

Overturning in such a place, Brooklyn is not reconciled. His mind raced, and he thought of Cremont's stubbornness.

It's too late to adjust his attitude, and doing so will only make Cremont think he's weak, and make Cremont even more inch-deep.

"Bishop Cremont, I hope this is the attitude of Rome towards the Confederation." Brooklyn didn't slap the table, let alone shout, he sat there, his face calm, and said word by word

"I would like to convey your attitude to all colleagues in the federal justice system, as well as His Excellency the Governor of New York and others." As he spoke, Brooklyn pulled out his phone.

Clemmont's cheeks bulged high, his blue eyes staring at the movements of Brooklyn's hands, not saying a word.

Brooklyn stared at Cremont, holding the phone with his hand on the table, pressing the power button to unlock the screen, and the other hand calmly and slowly opened the comm book, sliding down little by little, little by little.

Time seemed to freeze at this time, and everyone around them held their breath. No one here is stupid, and everyone knows exactly what the consequences of this call from Brooklyn will be.

With Brooklyn's current status, it is impossible to invoke the entire federal government and even the entire federation to resist the Heavenly Cooking Cult, but it can still be done within New York.

Furthermore, in his capacity as Harvard Speaker, he informed all members of Harvard and the judicial system that he did not need to say anything, as long as he fully stated his experience, it would cause quite a stir.

Freedom of religion in the Federation, which is a right enshrined in the Constitution, can of course continue to preach in the Federation, but do not think about continuing to seek political influence.

Losing its influence in the political arena is equivalent to breaking a leg, and the Tianzhu Sect will soon be squeezed out of the federation by the Protestant Church and the Eastern Church that are eyeing each other.

Brooklyn can't do it alone, but he's not alone. He has allies, friends, and his own forces and foundations.

At the same time, if Brooklyn does this, he will also be completely accused of being 'pointed out by a thousand people', countless devout followers will regard him as a heretic, his political career will be completely over, and he will continue to lose everything he has until he has nothing left in the subsequent confrontation of the Heavenly Boil.

His place will be taken by man.