Yu Xiaogang Gets Anxious

Tang San quietly walked over to his father's side. Glancing at Old Titan, who was weeping loudly, he could not help asking in a low voice:

"Dad, wasn't your blow too heavy this time? The Titan family has always treated us well, and he merely misspoke in the heat of the moment. It wasn't enough to deserve death!"

Tang Hao also felt a mess in his heart and said irritably, "He was only a servant, yet he dared question his master. His death was well deserved!"

Who was Tang Hao? He was the mighty Haotian Douluo, the youngest Titled Douluo on the entire continent. Let alone a mere Taino, if he was unhappy, he would even dare kill the Pope!

Today, he had merely struck a little too hard by accident. But dead was dead. Was he supposed to apologize to his own servant?

Besides, he had clearly controlled his strength. Since someone had still died, Taino could only blame his own weakness.

After years of despondency, Tang Hao's arrogance might have diminished somewhat, but that was only when facing others. If the other party was Old Titan, he could still put on that lofty, superior attitude.

Looking at Old Titan's back, Tang San's hidden weapons concealed within his sleeves were already stirring restlessly. Even though the Power Clan had never mistreated him or his father all this time.

But that was in the past. Now that his father had accidentally killed the man's son, would Old Titan remain as loyal as before? If the old patriarch of the Power Clan went to Spirit Hall and reported them, would not father and son be in danger?

A gentleman did not stand beneath a dangerous wall. Recalling all sorts of cases from the martial world in his memories, the killing intent