164: Chapter 164 Is this Wang Lin?

This name, this profession, plus the cafeteria full of beef—no matter how you look at it, something feels off.

Zeng Aniu was stuffing a piece of braised beef into his mouth when he heard this question, and he froze for a moment.

Then he put down his chopsticks and looked at Wang Lin seriously.

"It's precisely because I loved eating beef when I was a child that your dad gave me this name."

Wang Lin: "..."

Wang Lin thought about it carefully, and the explanation actually made a lot of sense.

Loved beef, so he was called Aniu.

No problems there.

Absolutely no problems.

Seeing him silent, Zeng Aniu picked up another piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth: "Don't blame my old man for having poor naming skills,"

"Your dad's naming level is just like that. Look at your own name."

"Wang Lin, Wang Lin, isn't that just diving into the forest?"

The corner of Wang Lin's mouth twitched.

For the first time, he realized that his own name might not be much better than "Aniu."

"Eat, eat," Zeng Aniu pointed at the beef in his plate, "The beef here is the best in the entire Holy City. You can't eat this outside."

Wang Lin stopped dwelling on it and lowered his head to eat.

It was indeed delicious.

A hundred times better than the beast meat he used to roast in the Mist Forest.

Slowly, it grew dark.

Wang Lin had stayed in the The Slaughterhouse for the whole day, seeing a lot, hearing a lot, and eating a lot.

When it was time to leave, Zeng Aniu walked him to the door.

"Wednesday, five in the morning, don't be late."

"Got it."

"Be careful on your way."

Watching that back disappear behind the iron gate, Wang Lin suddenly felt that this Uncle Niu wasn't a bad guy.

Although he said "You are my son" the moment they met, he was actually a decent person.

Wang Lin turned around and walked towards the bus stop.

The night breeze blew over, carrying a hint of chill.

On the other side.

When Qiao Shuwan returned home, it was already dark.

She threw her schoolbag on the sofa, changed her shoes, walked straight to the living room, plopped onto the sofa, crossed her arms, and her expression was very unpleasant.

The nanny brought over a cup of hot tea, but she didn't drink it.

She sat there like a block of ice, radiating an aura of "don't bother me" from head to toe.

When Qiao Bo came out of the study, this was the scene he saw.

He was holding a cup of tea, walking over slowly: "What's wrong? Who upset my eldest daughter?"

Qiao Shuwan didn't speak.

Qiao Bo took a sip of tea and said unhurriedly: "Let me guess. Something at school?"

Qiao Shuwan still didn't speak, but her brows furrowed even tighter.

Qiao Bo looked at her expression and laughed.

"Alright, stop pulling a long face. Tell Dad, what exactly happened?"

"It's all because of that Wang Lin."

Qiao Bo raised an eyebrow: "Wang Lin? You've met him?"

"I've met him." Qiao Shuwan's voice carried an uncontrollable anger,

"Dad, what kind of fiancé did you find for me?"

"He got in through the back door, sleeps in class, skips combat training, and doesn't even understand the most basic rules."

Qiao Bo didn't speak, just held his teacup and listened.

"Yesterday, someone asked him to meet on the Rooftop, and he agreed. As a result, the person waited on the Rooftop for the whole night, and he didn't even show his face."

Qiao Shuwan grew angrier as she spoke, "It would be one thing if he lacked strength, but to accept a challenge and then not show up—what kind of behavior is that? It's so embarrassing."

After she finished speaking, she crossed her arms and turned her face away.

Qiao Bo's expression became somewhat subtle.

"Lacked strength? Are you mistaken?"

"Mistaken about what?"

"On the way to the Holy City, Wang Lin killed someone on the train."

"Killed someone? Killed who?"

"Iron Demon."

Qiao Shuwan's expression froze.

"What did you say?"

"Iron Demon." Qiao Bo repeated, "A LV6 wanted criminal, someone the Divine Miracle side has had a bounty on for a long time but hasn't been able to catch."

"Iron Demon was killed by Wang Lin on the train, on his own home turf."

Qiao Shuwan was stunned in place.

Her mind raced.

Iron Demon.

She had heard this name before.

A wanted criminal of Divine Miracle, whose Superpower is Metal Throne. On an iron train, Iron Demon's strength could reach at least LV7.

Such a person was killed by Wang Lin?

"Dad, you're not joking, are you?" Qiao Shuwan's voice sounded tight.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"The news came from the Night Watchers. Sean and Lynx personally confirmed it. Besides Wang Lin and Iron Demon, there were hundreds of witnesses on the train, all ordinary people, and they all returned alive."

He put down the teacup and looked at Qiao Shuwan.

"A person who can kill Iron Demon on his own home turf, and you say he lacks strength?"

Qiao Shuwan didn't speak, sitting on the sofa, motionless.

Her mind was filled with the words her father had just said.

On the train, Iron Demon, LV6, killed. Wang Lin?

These words tumbled repeatedly in her mind, unable to piece together.

She recalled Wang Lin's playboy appearance in the classroom, hands in his pockets, the corner of his mouth curled up, smiling as he said, "I just got in through the back door."

Why would someone capable of killing Iron Demon be like that?

"Dad... you're not lying to me?"

Qiao Bo sighed, stood up, walked to his daughter's side, and reached out to pat her on the head.

"When has Dad ever lied to you?"

"But—"

"But what? But he doesn't look like it? But he doesn't fit your imagination?"

Qiao Bo sat down next to his daughter, his voice lowered.

"Wanwan, in this world, there is a kind of person who doesn't need to prove themselves to anyone."

"Because the things they have experienced, ordinary people can't even imagine in their entire lives."

"They don't care how others see them, don't care if others call them cowardly, call them trash, or say they aren't worthy of someone."

"Because they know that those who say such things aren't even worthy of carrying their shoes."

Qiao Shuwan bit her lip.

Her mind was a complete mess.

"Think about it carefully yourself," Qiao Bo stood up, picked up his teacup, and walked toward the study.

When he reached the door, he stopped without turning back.

"By the way, that arranged marriage was decided by Wang Dashan and me. If you really don't like him, I won't force it."

"But Wanwan..."

Qiao Bo turned his head and glanced at his daughter.

"When you don't understand a person, don't jump to conclusions easily."

"The person you look down upon might be someone you can't afford to look up to."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and entered the study, leaving Qiao Shuwan alone in the living room.

The living room was very quiet.

The ticking of the wall clock sounded rhythmically.

Qiao Shuwan sat on the sofa, motionless.

Her mind repeatedly replayed her father's last sentence.

"The person you look down upon might be someone you can't afford to look up to."

She remembered when she stood in front of Wang Lin and coldly said, "Anyway, I don't like you either."

Wang Lin's expression had no anger, no hurt, no resentment.

He just nodded and said, "Alright."