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

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Wang Jia'ao stopped under the streetlight, took out his phone and glanced at the time: 10:40 p.m.

He hadn't forgotten Zhao Kongcheng's invitation to join the Night's Watch, but there was no rush.

The Night's Watch is right there; it's not like it can grow legs and run away.

What he was really thinking about tonight was something else entirely.

Tai Shen's uncle.

In the morning, that person said in front of a whole classroom of people, "I'll be waiting for you outside the school," and also said something about "managing dozens of people under his command."

His tone and expression clearly indicated that he had no intention of resolving the matter amicably.

Wang Jia'ao didn't argue with him much at the time, since it wasn't appropriate to make a move in front of the whole class in the classroom.

But things are different now.

With the Ancient Sacred Body in hand, he felt that he could punch through a wall without any problem.

Even if Tai Shen's uncle were in charge of dozens of people, or even if he were in charge of hundreds, it would just be a matter of throwing a few more punches.

The problem is that he doesn't know where the other person is.

When Tai Shen's uncle came in the afternoon, he didn't leave his contact information or say where he worked.

The line "I'll wait for you outside the school" sounded quite impressive, but when Wang Jia'ao left the school gate, he didn't see anyone at all. He probably looked around but couldn't find anyone, or he was delayed by something. In any case, he made a false promise.

But it's okay.

Wang Jia'ao couldn't find Tai Shen's uncle, but he could find Tai Shen.

Tai Shen is still in the hospital.

Although yesterday's punch wasn't fatal, it still knocked the 1.85-meter-tall strong man into a locker. He'll need to stay in the hospital for at least two or three days to be monitored for a concussion.

Although Wang Jia'ao did not ask which hospital Tai Shen was in, there were only two public hospitals in Cangnan City that could treat patients with this level of illness.

One is the First People's Hospital of the city, and the other is Cangnan Central Hospital.

He decided to try his luck at the Central Hospital first.

The old town is not far from the central hospital, and for Wang Jia'ao now, it only takes a few minutes to get there.

When Wang Jia'ao pushed open the glass door of the emergency building of the Central Hospital, the smell of disinfectant wafted out of the lobby, and the incandescent light tubes made the floor so bright that it reflected light.

The emergency room wasn't crowded at night; only one of the registration windows was open, and a few family members of patients were sitting on chairs, dozing off.

He walked to the information desk, where the nurse on duty was writing something on a piece of paper without looking up: "Go to that window to register."

"I don't need to register," Wang Jia'ao said. "I'm here to visit someone in the hospital."

The nurse then looked up at him, her gaze lingering on his school uniform for a moment: "Who are you visiting?"

"His name is Tai Shen, from Cangnan No. 2 Middle School. He was brought in yesterday. It seems to be external injuries. He's about 1.85 meters tall and quite strong. Apparently, he was the one who was punched into the cabinet."

A subtle expression appeared on the nurse's face: "...Are you his classmate?"

It's no wonder the nurse was so impressed; it was the first time she'd ever seen someone get hammered into a cabinet, especially since the person was over six feet tall.

It's simply...

It looks nice but is useless!

"I guess so."

"The patient is in the surgical ward on the fourth floor, room 403."

The nurse pointed towards the elevator, "But visiting hours are over now. You'd better come back tomorrow."

"I'll just take a look, I'll be down in five minutes."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, probably thinking it wasn't easy for a high school student in a school uniform to come visit in the middle of the night, so she waved her hand and said, "Go and come back quickly."

Wang Jia'ao nodded and turned to walk towards the elevator.

The fourth-floor surgical ward area was much quieter than the first floor, with only a few nightlights intermittently lit in the corridor, creating a dim atmosphere.

He stopped at the door of 403, which was ajar, and a warm yellow light shone from inside.

Pushing open the door, Tai Shen was lying on the hospital bed, half-reclined against the pillows, with an IV drip in his left hand and watching videos on his phone in his right.

He had a bandage on his forehead and a bruise on the corner of his mouth, but he looked alright, at least much better than when he was stuck in the locker rolling his eyes.

"Who is it... Holy crap!!! Wang Jia'ao?!"

Hearing the door open, Tai Shen looked up, then his expression froze instantly. His phone almost slipped from his hand. He shrank back to the other side of the bed, causing the IV drip tube to wobble.

"What...what are you doing here?!"

Wang Jia'ao smiled without saying a word, then closed the door behind him and pulled out a chair next to the bed to sit down.

"Don't be nervous, let me see how your recovery is going."

Tai-shin's expression was as if he'd swallowed a live fly: "Look...look at me?"

"We were classmates after all."

Wang Jia'ao spoke sincerely, "The reason you're lying here is ultimately because of a conflict with me. I came to check on you so I could feel at ease."

You feel at ease, but I don't.

"What...what exactly do you want?" Tai Shen's voice was a little weak. "I told you, my uncle will come looking for you...don't think you can get away with it by hitting me once..."

"What a coincidence." Wang Jia'ao leaned back in his chair. "I came tonight to ask about your uncle."

Tai Shen paused for a moment: "Why ask him?"

"He came to the school to see me this morning, saying he wanted to stand up for you and your father."

Wang Jia'ao put his arm around the back of the chair and said, "I figured this matter would have to be resolved sooner or later. Rather than waiting for him to come to me, I might as well go to him first."

Tell me where he is, and I'll go talk to him in person.

Tai Shen stared at him for several seconds, as if he wanted to pry open the person's head to see what was inside.

"Are you going to see my uncle?"

"Um."

"Are you crazy?"

"I've heard this comment many times tonight."

Wang Jia'ao remained expressionless. "Your uncle said he was waiting for me outside the school, but when I went out, I didn't see him."

I don't like owing money. If he says he wants to find me, then he has to come find me.

If he doesn't come, I'll go.

This is called give and take.

Since this guy is courting death, let's grant him his wish.

"Okay."

Tai Shen leaned back on his pillow. "My uncle owns a billiards hall on Haitian Road called 'Menglong Billiards.' He works there every night."

Go find him now, he'll definitely be there.

"Raging Dragons Billiards." Wang Jia'ao memorized the name. "What's the number on Haitian Road?"

"No. 118 Haitian Road, the one at the intersection, it has a dragon-shaped signboard hanging at the door, it's easy to spot."

Wang Jia'ao nodded, got up, and walked towards the door. "Thanks."

Tai Shen watched Wang Jia'ao's retreating figure and fell into deep thought.

You might call him arrogant, but he's genuinely a formidable fighter.

You might say he's mentally ill, but he's also very organized in his work.

You might say he's faking it, but he can really fake it in a way that leaves you speechless.

Wang Jia'ao opened the door and walked out of the ward, the door closing gently behind him.

No. 118 Haitian Road. Raptors Billiards.

Uncle Tai-shin, I'm here.

As Wang Jia'ao walked out of the emergency building, the night wind blew on his face, carrying a chill.

He stood on the steps, took out his phone, opened the map app, and entered "No. 118 Haitian Road".

The navigation system shows a distance of 1.8 kilometers, which is about a 25-minute walk.

Of course, this only applies to ordinary people.

For Wang Jia'ao, it might only take a few minutes to arrive.

Three minutes later, he stood in front of a glass door with a neon sign in the shape of a dragon.

The words "Raging Dragons Billiards" shone brightly red in the night, and the smell of smoke and noisy voices emanated from behind the glass door, along with the faint sound of billiard balls colliding.

Wang Jia'ao looked up at the menacing dragon-shaped signboard, then pushed open the door.

Inside, smoke filled the air, and seven or eight billiard tables were scattered around the hall, with three to five people gathered around each table.

Some people were smoking, some were holding beer, and some were bending over to aim, the tip of their club against the white ball, their eyes focused.

No one stopped him at the door.

Wang Jia'ao walked in and glanced around.

At the far end of the hall, there was a separate table. No one was playing golf there; only a middle-aged man in a gray coat sat there, legs crossed, twirling a golf club in his hand.

There is a scar on my chin.

He was Tai Shen's uncle.

Thai flute.

Wang Jia'ao walked through the smoke and noise, went straight to the table, and stood opposite the middle-aged man.

"It's you!" Taidi looked up, and his brows furrowed the moment he saw Wang Jia'ao. "How did you find this place?"

"Tai Shen told me."

Wang Jia'ao pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. "He said you've been keeping watch here every night, so I came."

You said you'd wait for me outside the school this morning, but I didn't see you, so I came to find you myself.

Taidi stared at him for a few seconds, then put the cue stick on the table, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Kid, you're really not afraid of death."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jia'ao smiled slightly. "Afraid."

Tai Shen's uncle was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"I said I was scared."

Wang Jia'ao wore a nonchalant smile. "I'm afraid if I punch you, your entire billiards hall will need a complete renovation."