Soul Saint Tong Baosheng

"You know Wine Douluo? Do you know where he is? He's my martial uncle—he watched me grow up!" The beggar tidied himself up, then immediately sought out Hu Haoran. He grabbed Hu Haoran by the shoulders and asked anxiously, deeply worried about Hong Zuifeng's situation.

Hu Haoran looked at the beggar before him. After he had cleaned himself up, Hu Haoran realized that the beggar was actually fairly handsome. At the very least, he was powerfully built and looked exceptionally strong. Judging by his features, he seemed like an honest and simple man, not nearly as scheming as one might have imagined. His dark skin gave him an air of rustic sincerity. His muscular arms proved that he possessed great strength; in fact, Hu Haoran could already feel it through his own shoulders. It truly was rather impressive. His jet-black hair had been tied up, and he looked more spirited than ever.

"Before I tell you about Elder Hong, shouldn't you tell me your name first? I don't know anything about you. You should understand that Elder Hong's identity is somewhat special," Hu Haoran said calmly as he looked at the beggar. He did not reveal Hong Zuifeng's identity simply because this man knew him. At the very least, he had to find out more about the man's background.

"Right, right, right. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tong Baosheng, and I really am Wine Douluo's martial nephew!" the beggar announced his name.

"Tong Baosheng... Why does that name sound familiar..." Hu Haoran seemed to have heard it somewhere before, but he could not recall it for the moment. After a long pause, he asked, "Are you the owner of the Baosheng Grand Hotel?"

Tong Baosheng paused in surprise and looked at Hu Haoran curiously. "You know my