The Good-For-Nothing Demon King's Road To Killing Gods

In the busiest area of ​​Yinhai City's CBD stands a building that is known to everyone among the locals.

The building's name is Zhao's Heavy Industry, which is a major local taxpayer and belongs to the Zhao Group. The locals are proud to work here.

In the hall on the top floor, Xu Qinghuan and Wednesday were lying on the couch, legs crossed on the coffee table in front of them, tasting fine wine and cigars. Wang Xichao was sitting on the sofa on the other side, looking at the files about the operation in his hands. He stood aside, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

"Impossible! How could the mysterious man be my Uncle Li!" Wang Xichao looked at the file in his hand in surprise. Li Pei had a mask on his face last night, and the lights were dim and he couldn't recognize him at all.

"Knowing people but not their hearts, Xiao Wang, people's hearts are sinister. You will understand when you reach my age." Xu Qinghuan choked on the cigar and coughed.

"Impossible!" Wang Xichao still couldn't believe it. Li Pei and his father became colleagues when he was in the second grade of junior high school. At that time, he only thought that Li Pei was an ordinary worker who followed his father to work at the dock. Although he calls him Little Uncle Li, to Wang Xichao, Li Pei is more like his older brother. He often takes him out to play behind his father's back. Once he had a conflict with a rich second generation at school and Li Pei learned about it. It was Li Pei who took him to the school and killed everyone to regain his place.

How could such a person be the murderer of his own father? How could it be a god hidden among the crowd? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all.

There was so much weirdness about the whole thing that Wang Xichao's mind was confused for a while. His memory of last night was intermittent. He only remembered that he appeared in the abandoned building inexplicably. He tried hard to recall but couldn't remember anything. It was true. He rummaged through his pocket and found the ticket. The words of the housekeeper on Wednesday also confirmed that the housekeeper met him at the hotel last night when he was responsible for transporting the air-lifted vehicle and gave him the car key.

But something feels wrong.

He vaguely recalled that he seemed to have received a mysterious phone call and text message. He put down the file and took out his mobile phone to check the call records and text messages, but found nothing.

"Don't worry about it, brother Xichao. I've heard about your story. Getting revenge is something worth celebrating. Come and taste my collection." Wednesday took out the cigar from his arms and handed it over, winking at Wang Xichao. Blink.

Wang Xichao's expression became calm, he took the cigar calmly, and Wednesday enthusiastically lit it for him.

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Li and branch director Zhao Jie walked in, followed by secretary Li Qiu in a professional suit.

Wednesday greeted Li Qiu enthusiastically but was ignored.

Zhao Li's eyes only fell on Wang Xichao, the most inconspicuous among the four.

"He is worthy of being the most outstanding freshman in the academy. He has allowed us to win another victory in the war with God!" Zhao Jie greeted several people one by one.

"I have reported to the college headquarters the outstanding contributions made by three people in this operation." Zhao Jie noticed Wang Xichao on the side and asked: "Are you Wang Xichao, Lao Wang's son?"

Wang Xichao quickly asked: "Do you know my father?"

Zhao Jie looked at Wang Xichao with kind eyes: "Your father and I are classmates, and he is the best student in our class." Then Zhao Jie sighed, "It's a pity that life is unpredictable. Since I have chosen to embark on this path, You have to be prepared to die at any time, he is very brave."

Zhao Jie looked at Li Qiu, who was standing aside. Li Qiu took out a pile of materials and distributed them to the four of them.

"This is the latest investigative information about Li Pei sent by the headquarters. The materials confirm that Li Pei has been helping the Samurai God Society to smuggle and resell goods over the years. The cargo ship numbered UN08721 was found in the college's records. The captain has long been bribed by the Samurai God Society. ." Li Qiu mechanically reported the contents of the materials.

"Regarding the dock attack that night, the college now characterizes it as a declaration of war by the Samurai God Society." Li Qiu paused and looked at Wang Xichao: "As for your father's matter, although the investigation found that he was not aware of these things, the college I originally wanted to hold him responsible for his oversight, but after he died in the battle and thanks to Minister Zhao’s efforts, the academy finally decided to give him the honor of a combat hero."

After that, Zhao Li asked several people about the series of last night's battle. Xu Qinghuan was curious about whether Wednesday had gone out to call for support. Zhao Li said that the people she led from the branch had been guarding the outside of the battlefield. Except for seeing Wang Xichao driving The vehicles rushed outside the battlefield, and no one else entered or exited.

Before leaving, Wang Xichao was stayed by Zhao Li.

Zhao Li hesitated to speak, and finally told Wang Xichao to contact her anytime if he had any problems in life in the future, and then let Wang Xichao leave.

Li Qiu also left wisely.

"The college has gone too far in the past few years, and has not been careful when it comes to fraud. The entire report is full of loopholes!" Zhao Li threw the document on the table angrily.

"So what? Could it be that the academy admits that it has been secretly making deals with the Samurai God Society, and that Wang Weiyu and the others are just their pawns to do dirty things?" Zhao Jie smiled helplessly.

"He shouldn't have been allowed to find Lin in the first place. He was such an outstanding person and was trapped in that city for so long." Zhao Li sat on the sofa and covered her face in pain.

Zhao Jie sighed helplessly. The past events were still vivid in his mind. What he couldn't bear to tell his sister was that in fact, Wang Weiyu had no feelings for Zhao Li at all. The person who trapped him in Linjiang was the one who died soon after giving birth to Wang Xichao. A woman named Zhou Xuan.

Zhao Li should have seen these things clearly with her mind, but that's how women are. She will selectively ignore answers she doesn't want to get, and it's scary to be stubborn.

"It seems that our Principal Long wants to start a war with the Samurai God Society. This incident is indeed a good excuse." Zhao Jie changed the topic.

Zhao Li sneered: "Does he want to start a war with the Samurai God Society? It's obvious that he wants to take revenge on the evil ghosts in Japan!"

Zhao Jie laughed dumbly, thinking that you are so smart in some things but so stupid in others.

"Our Principal Long has been preparing for that day for so long. Sometimes I am afraid that when the war starts, he will be so crazy that he will disregard the lives of civilians."

Just as Zhao Jie finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Li Qiu's voice came from outside the house.

"Minister, Shen Mo, the head of the Shen family, has arrived downstairs and is on his way now."

Zhao Jie raised his hand towards Zhao Li to signal her to leave.

"The war is about to start, and those old guys who are used to enjoying peaceful days can't sit still!"

…

In the shopping mall, Wang Xichao stood in front of the full-length mirror like a puppet. Next to him were two waitresses with exquisite makeup who were helping him measure the size of his whole body, which made him very uncomfortable.

Wednesday took the wine glass handed by the waitress and said boldly to Wang Xichao: "Man! You must have a black suit! This place is not high-end enough. When I am free, I will get my Italian personal tailor to make one for you. .”

As soon as Wang Xichao left Zhao Jie's office, he found Wednesday waiting for him. He thought he wanted to talk to him about the compensation issue for the classic car. Wang Xichao immediately apologized and said that he didn't have that much money now but he would definitely save the money and pay it back to him. Zhi Zhou put his arm around his shoulders and said proudly that we brothers were talking to each other about money and then we saw each other. Then he took Wang Xichao, who looked confused, to the largest shopping mall nearby. Watches, mobile phones, clothes, shoes, perfume Wednesday took him shopping for all kinds of things that were sold in the mall. Wang Xichao had never seen someone who spent so much money. The first thing he said when he entered the store was to exchange them all for the most expensive ones! Because she bought so many things, Wednesday even hired three waitresses to help carry the shopping bags, offering them a price they couldn't refuse.

Wang Xichao was so flattered that he refused many times but still couldn't get over Wednesday.

After leaving the mall, the parking boy drove over the brand new classic car and drove Wang Xichao back to the hotel on Wednesday.

"Don't be reluctant to spend money. All food and drink expenses must be replaced by the most expensive ones!" Wednesday took out a black card from his pocket and threw it into the bag of Wang Xichao who was getting off the car with large and small bags.

"You have to keep up with the times!" The convertible car started suddenly, leaving a confused Wang Xichao, wondering if his dress was too old-fashioned?

As Wednesday drove a convertible through the city, the men and women on the street all looked sideways at this handsome blond foreign man, and Wednesday responded enthusiastically to their gazes.

…

There was a long queue in front of the ice cream shop.

"Thank you for 2 strawberry sundaes." Xu Qinghuan politely asked the clerk to order.

"I don't eat strawberries." Xia Yi behind her said expressionlessly.

"Who said I would buy you food?" Xu Qinghuan was surprised to find that Xia Yi was following him.

"One matcha-flavored ice cream, thank you." Xia Yi leaned her head forward and said to the waiter.

"Okay, total 52, please scan the QR code to pay." The female clerk looked at the couple enthusiastically.

Xia Yi took a step back, with an expression that had nothing to do with her.

Xu Qinghuan had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and pay.

…

On a hot summer day, Xu Qinghuan was holding a strawberry-flavored ice cream in each hand, followed by Xia Yi, who was eating ice cream and walking on the grid on the ground. She had a serious expression and was afraid of stepping on the lines with her feet.

"How old are you? You are not childish." Xu Qinghuan laughed.

"Twenty years old." Xia Yi seemed to be in a good mood, with a rare smile.

"Do you believe what he said on Wednesday?" Xu Qinghuan asked.

Xia Yi shook his head.

"Do not believe."

Xu Qinghuan shrugged his shoulders: "I don't believe it either. I don't know what conspiracy he is up to."