Tang San Knelt and Clutched His Head, Weeping Bitterly: Teacher, I Have Failed Your Teachings!

"L-Little San."

Yu Xiaogang called out somewhat haltingly, his voice not very loud.

Tang San's body suddenly stiffened.

He stiffly turned his neck and looked toward the source of the voice.

A familiar figure entered his sight.

"T-Teacher!"

Boom—!

Tang San's mind went completely blank.

He had not expected his teacher to come looking for him so soon.

Throwing away his brush, Tang San ran straight toward Yu Xiaogang.

The latter was equally emotional. Although Tang San did not appear to be in very good condition,

at least they had finally met.

Thud—!

When they were still about ten feet apart,

Tang San's knees gave way, and he knelt directly before Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

"I..."

Before he could even finish a sentence, Tang San clutched his head and burst into tears.

"I... I have failed your teachings."

Yu Xiaogang had originally wanted to sternly reprimand Tang San.

But seeing his actions now,

his heart softened somewhat.

No matter why Tang San had been staying at the Drunken Flower House,

he should first take him back and slowly find out.

With that in mind, Yu Xiaogang took Tang San and prepared to leave.

The moment he turned around, the madam was already blocking their path.

Two burly men stood beside her.

At the sight of those two thugs, Tang San's legs actually began to tremble in fright.

He had clearly been beaten into a psychological shadow.

"This brat is Tang San?"

The madam smiled with her eyes, looking at Yu Xiaogang without the slightest fear.

"This is my disciple. I'm taking him away now."

Though Yu Xiaogang was somewhat intimidated as well,

he could only force himself to step forward.

"Your disciple owes our Drunken Flower House money. Once he pays it back, he can naturally leave."

"How much?"