Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 142 Chapter 141-Calling for Help, An Acquaintance Arrives（4th update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

"Ah! Honey, how are you? Honey, don't scare me!" The glamorous woman finally reacted and rushed over, trying to wake the fat man by lifting him.

Unfortunately, the fat man's body was too obese.

Despite trying several times, she couldn't lift him.

Seeing the blood on the fat man's mouth and a huge footprint on his face, the woman turned around abruptly.

With venom in her eyes, she screamed, "Murder! Someone, help! There's been a murder!"

Her piercing voice immediately attracted the attention of many passing customers at the entrance.

A large crowd quickly gathered.

Upon seeing the fat man's miserable condition, many of them gasped.

Through the explanations of some onlookers, they finally understood what had happened.

The patrons who initially wanted to criticize John closed their mouths and held back their words.

They didn't dare to provoke such a ruthless person.

What if he went crazy and beat them up like he did the fat man?

Seeing more and more people gathering, Emma couldn't help but worry.

The girl was still timid and afraid of trouble.

She quickly tugged at John's arm, fearing that John, in his anger, would kick the fat man a few more times.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Leave it to me," John comforted, ruffling Emma's hair and giving her a small smile.

At this moment, the mall's security guards rushed over.

They were about to apprehend John, but his stern gaze stopped them.

"Why are you rushing? You don't even understand what happened and you're already treating me as the bad guy?"

John's tone was calm.

But to the security guards, it was as startling as thunder on a clear day.

What a formidable man he was!

He casually beat a 200-plus-pound fat man to this state and remained calm facing a group of security guards.

The senior security chief stepped forward with a stern face, "Young man, we don't mean you any harm. However, this incident happened in our mall and it's our responsibility to maintain order here."

John nodded, indicating his understanding.

Then he gestured for the security chief to calm down, "I understand your predicament. I won't take any further actions, you can rest assured."

The security chief looked worriedly at John, "Thank you for your cooperation. Still, we'd like you to stay put until law enforcement arrives."

Upon hearing that the police had been called, Emma's heart, which had just relaxed, raced again.

She gripped John's hand tightly, her face full of concern.

John gave Emma's hand a reassuring squeeze, already sensing her anxiety.

After all, her palms were all sweaty.

"Don't worry, like I said, there's nothing to worry about..."

Just then, the unconscious fat man finally came to.

"Ouch! Ouch!" His previously strong voice now sounded weak and breathless due to John's kick.

He immediately took out his phone and made a call, "Mr. White, it's me, Patrick Scott. I've been attacked at the Central Mall. Yeah, some arrogant bastard. Can you send some of your security guys over? Don't worry, I'll treat them to a meal afterwards..."

After hanging up the phone, the fat man glared viciously at John, "You're done for, kid. Just you wait."

"Don't leave if you dare..."

John looked at the fat man with interest.

Just one look frightened the fat man into silence.

After all, he had already lost most of his teeth.

His words had been unclear.

If John gave him another kick, he might never be able to speak again.

"Fine, I'll wait right here to see how you're going to make me regret this."

John crossed his arms behind his back, holding Emma's hand.

There was no sign of worry on his face.

Instead, he looked relaxed and confident, which stirred up whispers among the onlookers.

They could tell who had the upper hand just by their demeanor.

Seeing that John had no intention of running away, the fat man finally felt relieved and began to enjoy the comfort of his paramour, while moaning softly in pain.

"Johnny, are you sure we're okay? Should we just run? If we get arrested, it'll affect us for the rest of our lives," Emma whispered, "This fat man is a manager at Taylor Group. We can't afford to mess with him."

The girl had no mind to think about tomorrow's party.

After all, the man she liked had just beaten up the manager of Taylor Group.

There was no way they were going to make it to the gathering tomorrow.

But John was unperturbed and even found the time to joke, "With technology so advanced these days, where could we possibly run to? Should we hide out in the mountains and live like a pair of desperate lovers?"

Seeing John so relaxed, Emma felt a weight lift off her chest.

She chuckled at his words, "That doesn't sound too bad, at least we'd still be together..."

John gave her a knowing smile.

He was unconcerned about the repercussions of this minor scuffle because he had absolute confidence that he would be fine.

If it were the old John, he would've definitely been more merciful, likely opting for peace.

But things were different now.

As the Internet meme goes, times have changed.

John could clearly feel the influence of the game Godslayer on the real world.

As time passed, there would be more and more players in the game, and their levels would rise.

When the game completely interfered with the real world, one's personal strength would be the greatest safeguard.

Since John was aware of this, he believed that governments around the world must also know.

Therefore, many real-life situations would have to make concessions for this.

At worst, John could reveal his identity in the game.

Then, not just a minor city law enforcement department, even the national law enforcement agency would have to give him some deference.

...

Soon after, the law enforcement officials arrived at the scene.

A few burly men in uniform dispersed the crowd and entered the dress shop.

"Who called the police?"

The security chief raised his hand and said, "I made the call. Sorry to trouble you gentlemen coming all this way. There was a small incident at the mall. These two gentlemen had a conflict for reasons unknown to us. We couldn't handle it, so we had to ask you to intervene."

The law enforcement personnel glanced at the scene.

Frowning, he waved his hand and ordered, "Take them all back with us."

Before John could speak, the fat man who was lying on the ground and wailing in pain seemed unhappy.

"Samuel, it's me, Patrick Scott. Don't you remember me?"

The fat man seemed to recognize someone and called out to the middle-aged man leading the law enforcement team.

The man named Samuel looked surprised, "Manager Scott, it's you. What happened to you?"

Fat man Patrick Scott immediately glared at John, "It's that bastard who did this to me."

The middle-aged man from law enforcement turned his gaze towards John.

Perhaps he was unsure of John's real identity, so he didn't confront him directly.

Instead, he said sternly, "Young man, don't you think you went a bit too far?"

In the face of these uniformed law enforcement officers, John still kept his cool, "I only gave him a little lesson. Who knew he was so fragile?"

The middle-aged law enforcement officer seemed unhappy with John's attitude.

He glanced at John, noting the affordable price of his clothes.

All were just ordinary, reasonably priced garments.

He immediately took John less seriously.

Although the young man in front of him had an impressive demeanor, his attire suggested he was not a person of particularly high status.

The law enforcement officer's expression suddenly darkened, "If you won't talk here, then come with me to the station..."

At this point, Patrick Scott suddenly pulled Samuel aside, whispering a few words into his ear.

Samuel looked shocked and asked, "Are you sure?"

Patrick Scott nodded, his face filled with resentment, "How could I let this bastard get off so easily? If you take him away, he'll get off with just a public security punishment. That's too easy on him... I want him to suffer a thousand times worse than me!"

Samuel nodded and waved his hand, "Retreat!"

Although the burly officers were somewhat puzzled, they obeyed the order.

People who had hastily arrived now quickly left the scene.

John had heard their conversation and couldn't help but smirk.

It seemed that this fat man, Patrick Scott, really did hold a grudge against him.

He even didn't want him to go to the station but preferred to retaliate through private means.

Feeling the energy flowing slowly within his body, John's lips curled into a captivating smile.

In that case, he had even less to worry about.

After a while, just as many of the customers were running out of patience, another group of burly men in uniform rushed into the shop.

There were over a dozen of them, all dressed in black suits with white ties.

Each of them had the word "Taylor" embroidered on their chest.

They were all from the security department of the Taylor Group.

John looked up and couldn't help but laugh.

To his surprise, the man leading the group was not a stranger.

It was the same man in a suit who had knocked on his door earlier to deliver the invitation.