Half an hour later, the well-known God of Death of the dark world, barefoot and wrapped in pajamas, walked to Wang Shuangshuang's neighborhood under the strange gazes of passersby. He almost got mistaken for a hooligan by the security guard. Had he not been articulate and able to accurately state the location of the building and the resident, he might have been stopped at the gate.
Then he took the elevator, where people mistook him for a vagrant, tossing a few yuan in front of him. But after seeing Hao Jian's eyes full of killing intent, they sprinted out hastily the moment the elevator door opened.
Soon after, Hao Jian arrived at Wang Shuangshuang's doorstep and knocked on the door. That night, his home had been bombed, leaving him with no cash or bank cards on hand. It wasn't possible for him to stay at Liang Yuwei's house, since her father was still home. So, he thought of Wang Shuangshuang.
