The instant the wooden door was kicked open, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's curled-up body on the bed suddenly trembled.
A closer look revealed that Yu Xiaogang was covered in injuries. His face was bruised and swollen, his eye sockets blackened and bloodshot, and his listless expression bore no trace of what he had once been.
After the wooden door opened, a tall young man strode in from outside.
He carried a food box in one hand, a cold smile on his face, and casually flung it down in front of Yu Xiaogang.
"This is your meal for today!"
Yu Xiaogang struggled to open the food box. The next instant, a powerful stench of urine assaulted his nostrils.
His expression abruptly changed as he glared furiously at the tall young man before him.
"Is this food fit for a human being?"
"I won't eat it!"
"A man may be killed, but never humiliated!"
Hearing this, the tall young man sneered. "Not eating? Have we been treating you too well lately?"
Yu Xiaogang remained utterly fearless. Instead, he kicked the food box over and shouted, "I am the son of Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen, and the current clan leader is my second uncle. How dare you treat me like this?"
"My second uncle merely forbade me from leaving this room. He never told you to abuse me."
"I want to see my second uncle. Otherwise, starting today, I'll go on a hunger strike."
After saying that, Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, forced himself to gather his spirits, and maintained an unyielding attitude.
Yet after hearing him, the tall young man merely sneered. "You still have the nerve to mention Thunder Douluo?"
"If it weren't for trash like you, how could Thunder Douluo have met such a disastrous end?"
The more the tall young man