God-Level Special Forces Soldier

"Master, you still haven’t given us the money!"

Saintly Virtue Daoist slowly slid off the chair’s backrest, his buttocks touching the cold floor, feeling just as cold inside. This was truly a self-inflicted disaster!

"I’ll give you the money." Saintly Virtue Daoist spoke weakly, as if on the verge of death: "Just get lost already!"

After the two left, Saintly Virtue Daoist mused that with their skills, they’d be discharged from the hospital soon enough. Not because their intelligence improved, but because the doctors’ intelligence had dropped. At least he could have two days of peace and quiet!

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the pair returned once more.

"..."

Saintly Virtue Daoist’s gaze could kill, but then a deep voice came from outside the door: "Junior brother, how have you been lately?"

This voice... Senior brother?

"We just wanted to inform you that Saintly Radiance Zhenren has arrived!" After saying this, the two bid farewell again: "Master, we’re leaving!"

As soon as Saintly Radiance Zhenren entered the room, he saw his junior brother, Saintly Virtue Daoist, slumped on the ground and hurried forward to help him up.

"Junior brother, what’s wrong?" Saintly Radiance Zhenren asked with concern.

Saintly Virtue Daoist waved his hand to indicate he was fine, got up, and fetched some tea leaves from the side room to brew a cup for Saintly Radiance Zhenren.

Saintly Radiance Zhenren gave him an odd look, noting Saintly Virtue Daoist’s exaggerated bow-legged gait, secretly wondering if he had indulged in too much debauchery...

Thinking how he risked his life gathering information, while his junior brother was out enjoying himself, he couldn’t resist a sarcastic jab: "You’ve been living quite well, haven’t you? Judging by your complexion, it’s been nights of revelry, eh?"

Saintly Virtue Daoist smiled awkwardly, but inside his heart was weeping, so he changed the subject.

"Did you find anything on this trip?" Ignoring Saintly Radiance’s mockery, he asked about the clues on ’that matter.’

Saintly Radiance Zhenren took a sip of tea and begrudgingly recounted his findings to Saintly Virtue Daoist.

"So you’re saying, apart from confirming the temple’s aura appeared, there’s no other clue at all?" Saintly Virtue Daoist questioned.

"Hmph!" Saintly Radiance Zhenren, hearing his junior brother’s skeptical tone, didn’t respond kindly: "If you don’t trust me, you can investigate yourself!"

Saintly Virtue Daoist quickly assured him that wasn’t what he meant, acknowledging he didn’t have Saintly Radiance’s abilities.

Even though Saintly Virtue Daoist was quite skilled, his combat power was unremarkable, with his strengths lying in medical skills. In a real fight, he’d have no advantage.

However, Saintly Radiance Zhenren was different. He was a martial arts master with pure force, capable of dodging bullets and even maintaining basic mobility if hit by a grenade.

"Hoo, hoo." Saintly Radiance Zhenren blew the tea leaves in his cup and took a sip, noting Saintly Virtue’s urgent expression.

"What’s wrong with you now, junior brother?"

Saintly Radiance Zhenren found it odd; why was Saintly Virtue acting so strangely today?

First, he was slumped on the ground, then walking bow-legged, and now showing this expression? Could it be too much fun led to impotence?

Saintly Virtue Daoist was equally puzzled. He had carefully checked that everything was fine, yet he couldn’t stand hearing others mention "blowing" and the word "technician."

When either was mentioned, he felt a cold wind suddenly rise from under his legs.

"It’s nothing! Just a bit of a stomach upset!" Saintly Virtue Daoist hurriedly explained.

Though Saintly Radiance Zhenren found it strange, he didn’t press further, standing up and saying: "I’ve been stifled for too long!"

"Oh, right! Is there a good place nearby that does a nice foot massage?" Saintly Radiance Zhenren chuckled: "You’re quite the expert in this, any recommendations?"

Saintly Virtue Daoist gritted his teeth, he couldn’t miss the teasing tone in Saintly Radiance’s words.

Moreover, Saintly Radiance Zhenren practiced the Child Skill, losing power if he broke his celibacy. He was clearly mocking him!

After the recommendation, without looking back, Saintly Radiance Zhenren said: "Junior brother, stay here. I have to find a better technician."

At the mention of a technician, Saintly Virtue Daoist suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

...

Saintly Virtue Daoist felt like he was dreaming, returning to that restaurant, where Xiao Tian stomped down between his legs.

"No!!!"

With a resounding shout, Saintly Virtue Daoist woke from the dream, sitting up abruptly, cold sweat streaming down his face like he’d just washed it.

Recalling the nightmare, Saintly Virtue Daoist hurriedly reached into his pants to confirm everything was still intact, and only then sighed in relief.

"Xiao Tian!"

Saying his enemy’s name, the killing intent in Saintly Virtue Daoist’s tone caused Saintly Radiance, meditating in the courtyard, to feel a chill down his spine.

Saintly Radiance Zhenren snapped his eyes open, shocked by the killing intent emanating from Saintly Virtue’s room, and quickly went to check.

Seeing Saintly Radiance enter, Saintly Virtue Daoist’s killing intent slowly dissipated, as he looked at him strangely.

The words he said before leaving that caused him to faint must have been because he’d seen the unethical crowd’s videos online and did it on purpose.

Saintly Virtue Daoist thought about it and decided to go all out. Since Saintly Radiance already knew, he might as well directly seek his help. With his support along with his own, Xiao Tian was as good as dead!

He then spoke to Saintly Radiance Zhenren about the restaurant incident.

After listening to Saintly Virtue’s account, Saintly Radiance Zhenren was a bit surprised that he’d really misunderstood him.

"Don’t worry, junior brother! Revenge is a matter of time, but the urgent task is to gather clues first!"

Saintly Virtue Daoist nodded; for now, he’d let that Zhong Family brat jump around for a while, but once Saintly Radiance was free, Xiao Tian’s days would be numbered!

...

In the hospital, Wang Meng slowly opened his eyes on the hospital bed.

What he saw was Li Ying’s delighted face, along with Xiao Tian and that female college student, while Lin Bingxuan had already left due to company matters.

Seeing Wang Meng awake, Li Ying asked him a stream of questions, but Wang Meng could only open his mouth without sounding.

"He can’t speak right now, but don’t worry, he should be fine in a couple of days!"

Xiao Tian said from the side.

Li Ying realized she’d been so concerned with Wang Meng that she’d overlooked Xiao Tian, the rescuer.

"Thank you, Tian!" Li Ying looked gratefully at Xiao Tian: "We owe you for arriving just in time!"

The female college student beside also again thanked Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian smiled, saying it was only natural to help a brother and sister-in-law, causing Li Ying to blush a little.

Thinking about that university director and the other martial arts expert, Li Ying asked apologetically: "It won’t trouble you, will it?"

Xiao Tian shook his head, reassuring her that he didn’t take those two seriously.

At that moment, a ringtone chimed from his pocket; it was a call from Le Yaoyao.

After confirming Wang Meng was fine, Xiao Tian said goodbye to Li Ying, stepped out of the hospital ward, and took out his phone to answer the call.

"What are you doing, Uncle? Why did you take so long to answer my call?"

Le Yaoyao’s pleasant voice flowed through the call.