Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The night rain tapped against the old window frames of the orphanage, like countless tiny drumbeats striking people's hearts.

In the corridor, the dim yellow light elongated the two figures.

"Grandpa Liu, why do we have to move?"

Wu Quan stood blocking Liu Laotou's way, his thin body taut like a bow. "This is our home!"

Old Liu's cloudy eyes were filled with weariness and helplessness. He reached out his calloused hand to pat Wu Quan's head, but the boy stubbornly avoided it.

"Koizumi, listen to me. The Li Group has all the paperwork done, we... we can't fight city hall."

Old Liu's voice was hoarse, "Grandpa has found a new place. It's a bit far, but we can still be together."

"I'm not leaving!" Wu Quan's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unnatural sharpness.

"I'm not going anywhere! They can't tear this place down! They can't!"

His reaction was too intense; he didn't act like a child, but rather like a trapped beast guarding some priceless treasure.

Old Liu sighed, said nothing more, and silently walked away with his back hunched over.

Wu Quan was the only one left in the corridor, staring intently at the rain outside the window.

Those previously empty eyes now burned with a stubborn, obsessive flame that no one could understand.

Anxiety, like the rumble of thunder before a storm, churned in his small chest.

Under the same rain curtain, on the other side of the city, the Li Family Manor was brightly lit.

A huge white tent was set up on the lawn, champagne and fine wine were served, and elegantly dressed people were gathered around the table. A grand business party was underway.

No one noticed that two figures dressed in black combat uniforms disappeared into the shadows of the manor like ghosts.

Two masks, one a pale smiling face, the other a pitch-black crying face, silently slithering through the rain.

"Target: the second-floor terrace of the main building, the one in the white suit." Wu Hen's voice came through the miniature earpiece, as calm as a machine.

"I saw it." Lin Qiye's voice had a slightly lazy tone.

"It's quite extravagant, but the taste is a bit lacking."

On the terrace, Li Jianbai, chairman of the Li Group, was holding a wine glass, surrounded by a group of people, and talking animatedly with a ruddy complexion.

"I am determined to get that piece of land in Hanshan! You know what will happen to those who block my path to wealth."

His fat face was plastered with a greasy smile.

Just then, the lights in the party venue flickered suddenly, and the sound system emitted a piercing noise.

Everyone's attention was drawn to this unexpected situation.

"What the hell? Where's the electrician?"

"Go and have a look!"

In the midst of a minor commotion, no one noticed what was happening in the shadows of the terrace.

A hand reached out silently, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, and precisely gripped the back of Li Jianbai's fat neck.

Li Jianbai's eyes widened suddenly. He was about to shout when he realized he couldn't utter a single syllable.

An irresistible force dragged him backward, and the dazzling lights in front of him instantly distorted and stretched before being swallowed by pure darkness.

The whole process takes less than a second.

When the lights were restored and the riot subsided, Li Jianbai was no longer on the terrace.

He was like a pebble thrown into a lake, disappearing without a trace without even creating a ripple.

"boom!"

Li Jianbai was slammed heavily onto the cold, damp ground, and the alcohol and fear made him cough violently.

It was dark here, with only a sliver of light leaking through a crack in the ceiling. The air was thick with the smell of dust and the acidity of fermenting wine.

It's a wine cellar.

"Who! Who are you?!" Li Jianbai scrambled to the corner, his voice trembling with fear.

"Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, if you kidnap me, you're dead!"

He looked ahead in horror; in the darkness, two blurry figures stood.

It was those two masks, one smiling, one crying, that gleamed with an eerie, cold light in the dim light.

They said nothing, just stood there silently, like two sculptures from hell.

A silent sense of oppression is more terrifying than any threat.

Cold sweat beaded on Li Jianbai's forehead. His throat was dry, and his previous arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by the shrewdness and pleading of a businessman.

"Two valiant men... are you seeking wealth?" he asked tentatively, his voice trembling.

"No problem! As long as you release me, name your price! One hundred million? One billion? No problem! I'll have my finance department transfer the money to you right away!"

His only response was deathly silence.

The two masks were like two judgments, coldly watching him as if admiring the last struggle of an ant.

Li Jianbai panicked completely. He'd been in the business world for so many years, and he'd seen his share of desperate criminals.

I've seen madmen before, but I've never seen a kidnapper like this, whose motives aren't money and whose aura is so eerie.

Fear gripped his heart like vines, tightening its grip until he was almost suffocating.

Just as he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, the person wearing the pale, smiling mask finally moved.

He took a step forward.

The soft sound of leather boots on the ground struck Li Jianbai's heart like a heavy hammer in the silent wine cellar.

Then, a slightly hoarse male voice, whose age was hard to discern, slowly rang out.

"Chairman Li, don't be nervous."

The voice was calm, even carrying a hint of casual mockery, yet it sent chills down Li Jianbai's spine.

"We don't talk about money."

The man wearing the smiling mask tilted his head slightly, the eerie curve of the mask's lips standing out starkly in the darkness.

"Let's talk about the fire in Hanshan four years ago."