235: Chapter 234 My Son Has the Potential to Become a God

Zeng Aniu actually hadn't expected people from the Nether Palace to come.

He had sent Old Zhao over entirely because he was afraid Wang Lin wouldn't be able to defeat Shen Tianhe, intending for Old Zhao to step in and save him at a critical moment, and to serve as a backup.

But he hadn't expected Wang Lin to take care of Shen Tianhe all by himself, and even less did he expect the people from the Nether Palace to appear afterward.

But since Old Zhao had said so, he would certainly accept the credit for this foresight.

Zeng Aniu set down his teacup, wearing an expression that said "You finally understand," and nodded.

"That goes without saying. The people from the Nether Palace have been eyeing him for more than a day or two; I had long anticipated that they would make a move tonight."

Old Zhao's eyes brightened a little more: "Then Boss Niu, what should we do next? The Nether Palace side certainly won't let this rest."

Zeng Aniu tapped his fingers on the tabletop twice more, then stood up and walked to the window, turning his back to Old Zhao, revealing an inscrutable silhouette.

"As for Wang Lin, let him take a breather for now."

"Although the people from the Nether Palace have their eyes on him, they dare not be too reckless in the Holy City. As for the Shen Family..."

"Shen Tianhe is dead, and Shen Tianyou should find out very soon. When that happens, the Shen Family will be in chaos for a while."

Zeng Aniu turned around and looked at Old Zhao,

"Old Zhao, keep a close eye on the West Side for the next few days and see if the people from the Nether Palace left any traces."

Old Zhao nodded: "Understood."

Old Zhao turned and walked toward the door. When he reached the doorway, he stopped and asked again:

"Boss Niu, is that Wang Lin... really only LV5?"

"What else would he be?"

"It's nothing, I just feel... he doesn't seem like an LV5."

Old Zhao pushed the door open and walked out.

Zeng Aniu stood in place, looking down at the cup of tea on the table that had gone completely cold,

As if talking to himself, or perhaps speaking to the air: "This kid is even more fierce than his father was back in the day."

After a moment of silence, Zeng Aniu reached out, picked up the phone on the table, scrolled to a number, and pressed the dial button.

It rang twice before the other side picked up.

Wang Dashan's voice carried his usual laziness, as if he had just been woken from a dream.

"Hello? It's the middle of the night, what is it?"

Zeng Aniu didn't beat around the bush: "Your son killed the LV8 Shen Tianhe tonight."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line: "Oh? Really?"

"Really. Alone, in an abandoned warehouse on the West Side, he used a formation to weaken Shen Tianhe's rift, used Poison-type to drain his Mental Energy, and then killed him with his own hands."

"Clean and efficient, without leaving any traces."

Zeng Aniu paused, "But there was a slight complication; people from the Nether Palace were also present."

There was silence on the other end for another moment, then Wang Dashan's voice became somewhat heavy.

"People from the Nether Palace? Did they make a move?"

Zeng Aniu leaned back in his chair and recounted the whole thing from beginning to end...

How Wang Lin set up his plan, how he killed Shen Tianhe, how the people from the Nether Palace appeared, and how Old Zhao blocked them.

He explained it in great detail, not missing a single detail.

After listening, Wang Dashan was silent for a long time: "The people from the Nether Palace have their eyes on him. How long has it been?"

Zeng Aniu thought for a moment: "At least since he killed the Iron Demon, they have been paying attention."

"Today, that person made it very clear; they know everything about the incident on the train, the killing of Third Uncle Shen Henian, and the killing of Shen Tianhe."

"They want to take him away and make him join the Nether Palace. He said if he doesn't join, they'll slice him up for research."

Wang Dashan's breathing became slightly heavier, and the laziness in his voice was gone, replaced by a seriousness that Zeng Aniu hadn't heard in a long time.

"Old Niu, you have to help me keep a close watch on him. The Nether Palace is not the Shen Family; the Shen Family at most wants him dead, but the Nether Palace wants him as a person. That's more troublesome than death."

"I know. I've already had Old Zhao keep an eye on the West Side. But the people from the Nether Palace are in the shadows, and we are in the light; it's hard to defend against. Do you have any ideas?"

There was silence on the other end for another moment, then a soft sound came through, as if something had been placed on a table.

"I might go to the Holy City soon."

Zeng Aniu's eyes lit up slightly: "When?"

"Not sure yet. But it won't be long. Before that, help me watch over that kid. Don't let him die."

Zeng Aniu chuckled: "He's even more capable of stirring up trouble than you were back in the day; he won't be dying anytime soon."

"That's good. By the way, about the Shen Family, does Shen Tianyou know that Shen Tianhe is dead?"

"He probably doesn't know yet. The body has already been disposed of completely, not even ashes were left."

"Then let him wait a bit longer. When he finds out, the Shen Family will be in chaos for a while. That will be our opportunity."

Zeng Aniu put down the phone, leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling, and was lost in thought for a long time.

Wang Dashan was coming back.

The man who left the Holy City twenty years ago and disappeared without a trace was coming back.

Zeng Aniu's mouth curled up slightly, then he stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open,

The night wind rushed in, ruffling his hair and blowing the documents on the table.

Zeng Aniu lowered his head, looking at the thousands of lights of the Holy City in the distance, and whispered: "Old Long, your son is truly impressive."

Zeng Aniu's voice dissipated in the night wind, and no one answered.

But the smile on Zeng Aniu's face deepened.

Wang Dashan was back; the Holy City was about to get lively.

On the other side, after Wang Dashan hung up the phone, he didn't put it down immediately.

He leaned back in his chair, his brows slightly furrowed,

The Nether Palace had their eyes on his son, they wanted to take him away, and if he didn't join, they'd slice him up?

This wasn't a simple revenge killing like the Shen Family; the Nether Palace wanted Wang Lin himself.

Wang Dashan's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and his fingers tapped the tabletop lightly twice.

Then he suddenly stopped, as if recalling something; his brow relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"The Nether Palace matter... we'll deal with that later.",

"Right now, there's a perfect chance to show off; it would be a waste not to."

Wang Dashan picked up the phone, scrolled to a number saved as "Little Mouse," and pressed the dial button without hesitation.

On the other side, Qiao Bo was sitting in his study, holding a cup of hot tea and reading a document.

When his phone rang, he glanced at the screen and saw the words "Wang Dashan," and his brow immediately furrowed.

He didn't know why, but every time he saw this number, a bad premonition would well up in his heart,

That feeling was like an invisible hand waving in front of him, telling him that this guy was coming to show off again.

Qiao Bo hesitated for a moment, but still answered the phone: "Hello?"

Wang Dashan's voice came through the receiver, carrying a deliberately suppressed smugness, as if he had been holding in a bellyful of words and finally found an outlet.

"Little Mouse, let me tell you... my son Wang Lin has the potential to become a god!"

"An LV5 solo-killed the LV8 Shen Tianhe! I ask you, isn't that badass?"