Saving Someone While Running an Errand, the More You Eat the Soy Sauce, the Better It Tastes

Early morning, Kurosaki Clinic.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

Deafening snores echoed throughout the entire clinic. Following the sound, one could see Wu Biao sprawled out on a patient bed, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized boxers.

Of course, he wasn't sick; it was simply because he had nowhere else to live. Since the Kurosaki household had poor soundproofing and his snoring was far too loud, he had settled for staying in the clinic.

Kurosaki Isshin pushed the door open and walked in. He shook his head at the sight of Wu Biao sleeping soundly on the bed. Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye, and his family had already grown accustomed to this new tenant.

Aside from Shyarly, who still found Wu Biao to be an eyesore, everyone else had gotten used to his presence.

Although Wu Biao could eat a massive amount, he was also quite capable; he handled all the heavy lifting around the house by himself.

He woke up promptly at seven every morning, and other than smoking, he had none of the bad habits common to his peers. He didn't care for the internet, didn't hang out with delinquents, and didn't even have the habit of dressing up like other kids his age.

He spent every day in the clinic wearing the tattered white lab coat he had changed into.

It was just that... he loved to fight. Kurosaki Isshin couldn't help but shake his head. This kid named Wu Biao was far too fond of brawling. Fortunately, he didn't bully others; instead, he would proactively step in to help whenever he saw an honest person being picked on.

At most, he would find some ridiculous excuse to thoroughly beat up all the local delinquents. After half a month, their street could be considered the most peaceful in the entire Karakura Town.

The groups of thugs that usually loitered on the street were nowhere to be seen now.

He looked up at the wall clock, which had just ticked past five-thirty. Usually, Wu Biao would wake up on his own at seven, so there was no need to call him.

However, they were out of soy sauce at home today, which was why he had come to wake Wu Biao up to go buy some.

Although Yuzu had told him to go buy it himself... well, he was a boss now, and he had subordinates at his disposal!

Thus, a certain someone shamelessly came to disturb someone else's sleep.

"Ahem..." Standing by the bedside, Kurosaki Isshin cleared his throat with great authority. Wu Biao on the bed naturally showed no reaction, his snoring remaining as deafening as ever.

Kid, you sure sleep soundly.

"Hey, kid, get up!" Kurosaki Isshin stepped forward and patted Wu Biao.

"Mm... quit it..." Wu Biao rolled over, swatted Isshin's hand away, and immediately fell back asleep. As the saying goes, sleeping until you wake up naturally is the best, and Wu Biao was the perfect example of that.

"Get up, hurry and go get the soy sauce!" Kurosaki Isshin chuckled at the sight and stepped forward again, pushing Wu Biao forcefully.

People who love waking up naturally often share the same flaw: a terrible case of morning irritability.

Wu Biao was undoubtedly a master of this. No one had ever dared to disturb his sleep, because everyone who had tried had ended up with broken bones...

Still groggy and with his brain not yet fully awake, Wu Biao grabbed the hand that kept pushing him.

"Hm?" Feeling the immense force on his wrist, Kurosaki Isshin's expression changed instantly. He twitched his mouth and looked at Wu Biao, who hadn't even opened his eyes yet. "It's me, Kurosaki Isshin, your old... ahhhhhhhh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Biao sat up, grabbed Kurosaki Isshin, lifted him up, and then swiftly slammed him back down.

Bang—

A heavy, dull thud echoed out, and the entire clinic shook.

"Yawn..." Wu Biao let out a heavy yawn. "Ah, what time is it anyway!" As he spoke, he prepared to get out of bed and put on his shoes, but the moment his feet touched the floor, he paused.

"Yo, Boss, what kind of new exercise is this? Why are you lying on the floor so early in the morning?"

Looking down, he saw Kurosaki Isshin lying face-down on the floor in a star shape, tears streaming down his face. The floor beneath him had even cracked, showing just how much force had been in that throw.

However, this was only because Wu Biao had instinctively held back his strength; otherwise, this special Gigai of Kurosaki Isshin's would have been essentially totaled. Of course, the durability of the Gigai also played a part.

After all, in the half-month he had been here, he saw the "immeasurable" father try to ambush his own son every day, only to be kicked down from the second floor after a failed attempt, twitch for a while, and then start running around full of energy again.

Two minutes later, Wu Biao, dressed in his white lab coat, wiped the spit off his face. He yawned as he swayed toward the convenience store.

The convenience store wasn't far; it took about 10 minutes to walk there. He grabbed a bottle of soy sauce, paid for it, and headed back home, though his eyes scanned his surroundings.

"There are fewer and fewer thugs on this street lately. I haven't even had a fight; it's boring as hell!" For someone like Wu Biao, who felt his hands itching if he didn't fight for a day, going several days without a brawl made his whole body feel restless.

Of course, if a true expert were placed in front of him, Wu Biao would be even more excited.

Compared to those "delicate" thugs, Wu Biao preferred to find a powerhouse who could force him to use his full strength in an evenly matched battle. If he could find someone much stronger than him, that would excite him even more.

After all, aside from fighting adults back when he was in kindergarten, he didn't know how long it had been since he had fought someone with everything he had.

Just then, a small red ball rolled to Wu Biao's feet.

Wu Biao looked up and saw a little girl, appearing to be about 13 years old, wearing a red-and-white checkered sleeveless top and blue shorts, running toward him with an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Big brother, that ball is mine!"

She sure has energy!

Wu Biao shook his head. Kids these days were really energetic; it was so early and she was already out playing with a ball. It seemed he really was getting old.

He crouched down to pick up the ball and tossed it toward the little girl. Still half-asleep, Wu Biao said, "Don't call me brother, call me uncle. I'm 25 years old!"

The little girl caught the ball, and upon hearing Wu Biao's words, her expression turned visibly strange. No matter how she looked at this big brother in front of her, he only looked about a year older than her; how could he possibly be 25?

Wu Biao said his piece and, ignoring her, continued walking forward.

Just then, a car came charging straight toward them. Wu Biao hurriedly dodged to the side of the road, but in the split second he passed the vehicle, he clearly saw the driver of the box truck squinting and yawning.

"Damn it, if you're not awake, don't drive..." Wu Biao turned to curse, but before he could finish, his expression changed, because the little girl in the red-and-white checkered top was standing in the middle of the road, as if about to cross the intersection.

And the truck showed absolutely no sign of slowing down.

"You little brat!"

A flash of red seemed to flicker through the eyes of Wu Biao as he stomped his foot hard against the ground. With a faint, muffled explosive sound, a crater appeared on the hard stone surface where his foot had just been.

The moment the explosive sound rang out, Wu Biao's body transformed into a white parabola, hurtling toward the little girl. Such speed was absolutely impossible for a human to achieve.

He overtook the truck in an instant. Just as he was about to reach the little girl, he slammed one foot into the stone, sinking it into the ground and carving out a trench nearly half a meter long as he came to a stop beside her.

At this moment, the truck was less than half a meter away, and the little girl was frozen in place, paralyzed by fear.

"Screech—" The truck driver finally reacted and slammed on the brakes, but it was already too late.

Wu Biao grabbed the little girl by the waist and pulled her into his arms, while his other hand struck the hood of the speeding truck with great force. The instantaneous resistance caused the truck to lose its balance, its rear end flipping up into the air.

It flew right over the heads of Wu Biao and the little girl, finally crashing heavily to the ground. As it flipped, its four wheels were still spinning at high speed, a testament to how fast it had been traveling.

Before long, the truck driver crawled out from the shattered glass, staring at Wu Biao in a daze, his face filled with disbelief.

"Holy crap... that hurts!!!"

Wu Biao let out a timely scream, shaking his hand incessantly. The shock from that split second had caused him a terrifying amount of pain, but it was only pain; Brother Biao recovered shortly after.

Setting the little girl down, Wu Biao let out a roar: "You little brat, how did your parents raise you? Don't you know how to watch out for cars when you're walking, damn it!"

At the same time, on the other side of the intersection, a man and a woman rushed out of a black sedan, running toward them with anxious faces: "Mayi!"

Startled by Wu Biao's shout, the little girl finally snapped out of it and burst into tears, clearly terrified by the scene that had just unfolded.

The couple ran over, anxiously pulling the little girl named Mayi into their arms and asking with concern: "Are you alright, Mayi? Does anything hurt?"

The little girl shook her head. At thirteen years old, she already understood a lot and knew that if it weren't for the big brother who had suddenly appeared, she would likely have died at this intersection.

However, when she looked up, she discovered that the big brother who had saved her was already gone.

Strictly speaking, he had run away... If he had stayed too long and the truck driver had asked him to pay for the repairs, that would have been truly unlucky...