Sigh, it's been so many years, and his habit of touching his nose when he lies hasn't changed at all. "Mrs. Zhang watched as Mr. Zhang's car drove away from the road in front of the house.
"Do you want me to follow him and see where he goes?" Zhang Heng asked. "My tracking skills are very good. He won't find out."
"There's no need for that. We're all men. We all have our own little secrets." Mrs. Zhang took a glass of water from the tap and handed it to Zhang Heng. "Anyway, as long as it's not related to another woman, just let him be."
"Are you that confident in him?" Zhang Heng took the glass.
"No, I just believe in my own judgment." Mrs. Zhang blinked. Mother Zhang blinked. "It's fine if he's not here. Let's eat first. Come help me bring the dishes down. You look tanned. It looks like you've been exposed to the sun along the way. Your dad said you came by boat. How was it? Did you see any whales along the way?"
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While Zhang Heng and Mrs. Zhang were eating and chatting, Mr. Zhang parked his car on the side of the road.
His face had lost its usual gentleness and calmness, and his eyes were gloomy. He stared at the billiard hall opposite him, thinking about something.
About half a minute later, he turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked to the trunk. He then opened the rear door and pulled out the moisture-proof mat, revealing a locked toolbox. He opened the small toolbox with the key and took out a Sig Sauer P365. It was a miniature pistol, only 147mm long, and it was very easy to carry around. Unlike other pistols, its clip could hold 10 bullets, and it could be upgraded to 12 if necessary.
Mr. Zhang took out the Sig Sauer P365, opened the clip, and confirmed that it was loaded with bullets. He then inserted the gun behind his waist, covered it with his clothes, and walked to the billiard hall in front of him.
Although he had tried his best to blend into the environment, it was hard to conceal his scholarly temperament. It also made him a little out of place in the billiard hall in front of him.
So after he took a few steps, a bald man with a beautiful woman tattooed on his arm said, "Hey, nerd over there. Did you come to the wrong place?"
Before Mr. Zhang could say anything, another voice came from behind the bald man. "No, he didn't come to the wrong place because I'm the one who asked him out."
The baldy turned around and saw an old man who was about sixty years old smiling warmly at him.
"I suggest you continue to play billiards with your little girlfriend. Don't be a busybody."
"What else?" Baldy clenched his fists.
The old man shrugged. "Otherwise, I'll use this pool cue in my hand to burst your daisy."
"Old man, are you courting death?" The brawny man was furious when he heard that. He took a step forward, but before he could make a move, he felt a sharp pain coming from somewhere behind him. He fell to the ground. None of the people present saw how the cue in the old man's hand disappeared. In fact, he was still ten meters away from the bald man.
"Hurry up and take your boyfriend to the doctor. I'm afraid there will be some sequelae if you're too late." The old man turned his head and reminded the stunned little girlfriend next to the bald man with a kind smile.
The latter looked as if she had seen the devil. She quickly helped her boyfriend who was wailing on the ground, pulled out the bloody cue that was stuck somewhere behind him, and quickly fled with the bald man.
"Did you have fun?" Mr. Zhang asked.
"So-so. Speaking of which, I'm helping you out. Even if you don't say thank you, there's no need to put on a sour face. Besides, I'm facing an old friend."
Zhang Heng's father walked to the billiard table where the old man was and looked into his eyes. "You self-proclaimed gods always use your supernatural powers to do whatever you want, ignoring the law and rules. No matter where you appear, nothing good will happen."
"It's a little unfair to say that." The old man took a new cue from the shelf. "It's you humans who have been praying for us to appear. Whenever you encounter any difficulties, are in a desperate situation, or even just because you're in a bad mood, you'll call out our names loudly and hope for a miracle to happen. You see, you humans have the desire to break the rules."
"That's because they don't understand the good things you've done."
"You're overestimating your kind, but it doesn't matter." The old man set up the billiard table. "I didn't ask you out today to argue with you about this kind of thing."
"Then why are you here?"
The old man smiled. "Play a round with me first. My hands are a little itchy. We've played in Nuuk before. Do you still remember?"
"Spit it out if you have something to say. My wife has cooked. She's waiting for me to go home to eat." Mr. Zhang frowned.
"Married men really don't have any freedom at all." The old man seemed very sympathetic, but seeing that Mr. Zhang had no intention of playing with him, he did not force him. He took out a bullet shell from his pocket and placed it on the edge of the table. He then leaned over and aimed at the white ball in front of him.
Mr. Zhang's pupils shrank when he saw the bullet shell, but he quickly regained his composure. "I don't buy waste bullets here."
"Beautiful handicraft made of pure silver. The bullet head is coated with the sap of Crystal Orchid, and the bottom of the bullet shell is engraved with Hebrew words – all things die. But the most creative part is the inside of the bullet shell. The core is filled with the blood of the Goddess of Curses. Eris is the goddess in charge of curses in Greek mythology. Her curses are very powerful, and with the addition of sixteen runes from different mythological systems, it ensures that the curse can work on almost all creatures of the divine system. In the end, this beautiful handicraft can become a terrifying weapon that can kill the gods."
The old man swung the cue in his hand, and the white ball flew out and hit the colored balls that formed a triangle in front of him. "Just two weeks ago, this bullet hit a goddess named Slude. If it's someone else, I might have to explain who Slude is. After all, not many people know her name now. But since it's you who study these things, you should know who she is."
"Valkyrie, the Valkyrie in Norse mythology, the handmaidens of Odin. It is said that they will travel together with the Wild Hunt to search for the souls of the fallen heroes on the battlefield, give the chosen ones a kiss, and bring them back to Valhalla." Mr. Zhang said lightly.
“bingo！ You are indeed a professional. I have to say that many people have underestimated you. When I first met you and your husband, my attention was basically focused on your wife because I have never seen such a pure soul. In comparison, you are much inferior. Although your personality and temper are also very good, you are just a good ordinary person. "
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