Godslayer: Jiahao Gets Stronger? Starting with a Big Chicken with Sauce

"By the way, report the situation here to Yiyu and Lord Qianmo. I'm sure they'll be very satisfied."

Wang Jia'ao sat on an overturned oil drum at the factory entrance, crossed his legs, looked at Han Shaoyun and Shan Huai beside him, and spoke indifferently.

Han Shaoyun and Shan Huai nodded in agreement. Qianmo and Yiyu would surely be very surprised.

Not far away, the six members of the Masked Squad stood in a row against the wall, their ropes tied tightly, their mouths stuffed with cloth strips, and their gazes were more complicated than the last.

Master Chen sat in the innermost seat, his eyes still closed, as if he were dozing off.

The three local night watchmen from Shonan huddled in a corner, their presence barely noticeable.

Han Shaoyun and Shan Huai stood on the other side of the factory building. They first took out their communication devices and talked in hushed tones. Occasionally, they would look up at Wang Jia'ao's back, their eyes filled with undisguised complexity.

After all, Zhan Jing defeated the ceiling of humanity, which means that the opponent has transcended the realm of humanity.

The snake woman stood three steps away from Wang Jia'ao. The previous arrogance in her vertical pupils had been replaced by an almost instinctive caution.

Wang Jia'ao took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, and then spoke.

"Hmm, it's a bit hot. But it's alright, better than the cup Shan Huai made last time."

Dan Huai's lips twitched, but he didn't reply.

Wang Jia'ao put down his teacup and looked in the direction of the Masked Squad.

"Alright, you've rested enough."

He strode toward the bound masked squad.

Han Shaoyun and Shan Huai looked up at the same time, and the snake woman subconsciously moved aside to make way for him.

Wang Jia'ao stopped in front of the whirlpool and looked down at it.

Whirlpool stared up at him, its mouth stuffed with a strip of cloth, only able to utter muffled whimpers.

Wang Jia'ao bent down and reached out to pull the strip of cloth out of the vortex's mouth.

"call......"

Whirlpool gasped for breath, then turned to Wang Jia'ao and said, "You son of a bitch..."

"Stop."

Wang Jia'ao stuffed the strip of cloth into the whirlpool's mouth again, interrupting him, "Before you curse me, listen to me finish. If you still want to curse after you've heard me, then it's not too late."

The vortex finally nodded.

"That's more like it."

Wang Jia'ao took out the strip of cloth from the vortex, his tone suddenly becoming more serious. "I'm giving you a chance now."

"What opportunity?"

"Go back and report this."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Whirlpool blinked, thinking he'd misheard: "What did you say?"

"I told you to go back and report this."

Wang Jia'ao repeated, "Go back to the Night's Watch. Tell your men that the Masked Squad and Master Chen are in my hands. If you want them to live, get Wang Jia'ao to Xiangnan within three days."

"???"

Whirlpool was taken aback. "You want me to go back and report? Are you serious?!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Whirlpool asked curiously, "Why me?"

"Um?"

"I said," Whirlpool stared at him, asking each word carefully, "why am I the one who went back to report?"

Wang Jia'ao thought about the question carefully, and then answered with five words in an extremely sincere tone:

"Because you are the weakest."

The entire room fell silent.

Whirlpool's pupils contracted sharply, and his face instantly changed from rosy to liver-colored, and then from liver-colored to a color close to purplish-black.

"What did you say???"

"I said, because you're the weakest in this group."

Wang Jia'ao repeated himself calmly, even adding a thoughtful explanation.

"Look, Master Chen is the ceiling of humanity, Captain Wang is Klein, and your teammates, Libra, Rose, Moon Demon, Star Mark, and Sandalwood, are at least at the Sea Realm."

"You're also from the Sea Realm, but you can't even manage basic emotional control. Look, I only said one thing to you, and you're already at red temperature. That's called poor mental fortitude. Mental fortitude is also part of combat effectiveness, you know that?"

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Veins bulged on his temples. "You..."

"Look, you're here again."

Wang Jia'ao shook his head. "What did I tell you? Poor emotional control. If you could control your temper, I might consider having someone else inform the enemy. But the way you are, you explode at the slightest provocation. Who else would I choose if not you?"

The vortex gritted its teeth.

Reason told him that if he rushed up to fight Jiahao in overalls now, the outcome would only be worse than before.

But this pent-up anger...

He really couldn't swallow this insult!

"you!!!"

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Wang Jia'ao tilted his head. "Going or not? If you don't want to go, that's fine, then I'll find someone else. But you need to think it through."

"If you don't go, you'll stay tied up here, watching your teammates stay tied up, waiting for that Wang Jia'ao to come and rescue you."

"Given Wang Jia'ao's personality, what do you think would be the first thing he'd say if he saw you tied up here?"

The vortex's expression froze for a moment.

That image involuntarily surfaced in my mind...

Seeing the bound vortex, Wang Jia'ao couldn't help but tease, "Hey, isn't this the vortex? Kneeled again? What are you singing this time? You've already sung 'Conquer,' how about 'The Actor' instead?"

A cold sweat instantly seeped out from the vortex's back.

No.

Absolutely not.

If Wang Jia'ao saw him like this, that guy would definitely say something even more offensive than "You knelt down again."

That would be worse than just dying.

"I'll go."

The sound of the vortex carried a resolute, decisive quality, like a warrior cutting off his own arm.

Wang Jia'ao nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. If you had said so earlier, neither of us would have wasted time."

He snapped his fingers, and a surge of spatial power shot out, precisely severing the ropes binding the vortex.

Whirlpool moved his wrists, which were numb from being bound, and then stood up.

He glanced at Wang Jia'ao, then at his teammates who were tied up behind him, and finally took a deep breath, saying in an extremely complicated tone:

"Three days. Are you sure you won't hurt them within three days?"

"I, Wang Jiahao, always keep my word."

Wang Jia'ao spread his hands, "Three days is three days. Within three days, as long as Wang Jia'ao comes, I guarantee that all of you will be completely unharmed. Not a single hair will be missing."

"What if I go back on my word after I return?"

"Going back on your word?"

Wang Jia'ao seemed to find this amusing, "I, Wang Jiahao, am the villain. Do you have the right to negotiate with me? If I want, they'll all die right now. The only thing you can do is bring Wang Jia'ao here."

Whirlpool gave him a deep look, then turned her head slightly:

"Um... Wang Jiahao, if you dare to lay a finger on a hair on my teammate's head, I, Whirlpool, will risk my life to drag you down to hell with me."

Wang Jia'ao stood there, looking at the back of the vortex with the attitude that "I may not be able to beat you, but I can't lose my momentum," and a slow smile curved his lips.

"Okay, I'll wait."

The whirlpool didn't linger and quickly disappeared into the night.

The footsteps faded into the distance, and the factory fell silent again.