Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"I'll give you one last chance. Kneel down and call me grandpa, and we'll forget about this matter." Old Han grinned, as if he was sure of victory.

Wu Hen scratched his ears and said innocently, "I'm sorry, my grandfather passed away before I was born. I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for me to fulfill my filial duty this time."

"How about you treat me as your grandson? I promise not to hit you."

Old Han's face darkened and he was about to explode when two burly men suddenly stood up. They were the night watchmen who had been knocked down by Wu Hen before.

"Boss Han, this guy is under our protection, can you please give us some face?"

As if he had heard something funny, Elder Han threw his head back and laughed heartily: "Just the two of you? You dare to challenge me? Are you protecting him? I think he's protecting you! Hahahaha!"

He pointed at the huge crowd behind him and said, "Look at these forty-plus brothers behind me. What can you compare with me?"

The two sides were on the verge of a fight when suddenly a gunshot rang out, shocking the entire audience.

A uniformed prison guard walked over, pointing a smoking gun at everyone. "What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?"

The prisoners immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and Han Da Lao was no exception. He glared at Wu Hen fiercely and walked away in disgrace with his men.

"Who beat up Brother Meng?" the prison guard asked sternly.

Wu Hen shrugged and admitted with a relaxed look: "It's me."

The prison guard looked him up and down and took out his walkie-talkie to report the situation.

After a moment, he put down the intercom, walked up to Wu Hen, and said in a serious tone: "The higher-ups said, this is just a warning for you, don't do it again."

"This is a prison, not a place for you to run wild!"

Wu Hen nodded with a smile: "I understand, I understand. I was just defending myself. I will be more careful next time."

After the prison guards left, Wu Hen was taken back to the mental hospital by the nurses.

On the way back, he heard the caregivers discussing a patient named Wu Laoquan in the next ward. He heard that the patient was a tough guy and no one dared to mess with him.

Back in the ward, Wu Hen lay on the bed, his consciousness sinking into the mental hospital in his mind.

A voice suddenly rang out: "Bukira... there seems to be something wrong..."

Boss Han returned to his territory and kicked over the stool in front of him.

"That loser, Amengdi, was actually beaten up by a psychopath! He even made me lose face!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He slammed his fist on the table and said, "No, I can't swallow this!"

A skinny follower came forward and cautiously suggested: "Boss, how about...we go tonight..."

He made a motion of wiping his neck.

Han Da Lao smiled sinisterly, "That's right, I'll do as you say. If anyone dares to embarrass me, Han Da Lao, I'll make him know how to write the word death!"

The caregiver escorted Wu Hen back to the mental hospital, muttering non-stop, "Look at you, why did you hit someone for no reason? Look, you're in solitary confinement again!"

Wu Hen spread his hands innocently: "Brother, I swear to God, that was justified self-defense!"

"If they want to beat me up, can I just stand there and let them hit me? Wouldn't that be very embarrassing for me?"

The caregiver rolled his eyes at him. "Face? What kind of face do you need in a mental hospital? I think you deserve to be punished!"

When they walked downstairs to the ward, they ran into an old man wearing a hospital gown, with gray hair and extremely sharp eyes.

The caregiver immediately put on a respectful expression and whispered to Wu Hen, "This is Old Dog Wu. He used to be a tough guy. I heard he was a member of the... [Psychic] team. He's a real psychopath. Don't mess with him."

Wu Hen looked at Wu Laoquan curiously, but in his heart he was thinking about how to escape from this "iron wall" mental hospital.

Back in the metal house, Wu Hen lay on the bed, various escape plans flashing through his mind.

Suddenly, in the mental hospital in his mind, Li Zekai ran over in a panic.

His face was pale: "Wu Hen! Something terrible has happened! Bukila... Bukila it..." Li Zekai's voice was trembling, but he couldn't say the rest of the words.

Wu Hen sat up suddenly, an ominous premonition coming to his mind.