The Miserable Yu Xiaogang

Night fell like ink, heavily shrouding Nuoding City.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion.

Xiao Dachuan's expression was icy as several City Guard Commanders stood solemnly at the side.

"Boss, Yu Xiaogang has already been captured and locked in the deepest level of the dungeon," Liu Shan said.

Xiao Dachuan's gaze was sharp. "Does anyone else know about this?"

"Boss, when I handle things, are you still worried?" Liu Shan said confidently.

"Mm." Xiao Dachuan nodded.

During the day, he had merely given the Notting Academy Dean some face.

Of course, he knew Lin Dashan had been stalling for time. Having served as dean for so many years, the man surely had some connections, but Xiao Dachuan had never intended to waste time dealing with him!

After investigating, he found that Tang San's greatest backing was Yu Xiaogang.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang had to be brought under control.

Compensation?

The hatred of having one's son killed was irreconcilable!

Blood debts could only be repaid with blood!

As for how Yu Xiaogang and Lin Dashan might retaliate afterward?

He did not care.

If anyone truly pursued the matter, his son had been the first victim!

"Have Sixth take action and get rid of Tang San!"

A cold gleam flashed through Xiao Dachuan's eyes, his tone frigid.

However, the instant his words fell—

The next moment.

A sudden change erupted!

Without any warning, a terrifying pressure descended upon the hall like seawater surging backward!

BOOM—!!!

A strike of Soul Power, pure to the extreme, crashed down from the ceiling like a colossal hammer!

In an instant, everything in the room shattered into pieces.

The furniture.

The floor.

All of it turned to dust.

The people in the room had no time to react before they were crushed head-on by that Soul Power.

"Ah—!"

Blood gushed from Xiao Dachuan's seven orifices. His body convulsed twice before falling completely silent.

At the moment of his death, he saw a figure.

The newcomer was tall, with disheveled hair. A filthy black cloth covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

A thought entered Xiao Dachuan's mind:

Could there be a powerful expert behind Yu Xiaogang whom they did not know about?

The dungeon.

The dim space blurred even one's sense of time.

"Grr... grrr..."

A wave of hunger dragged Yu Xiaogang out of his dazed state.

Forcing himself to gather a trace of strength, he called outside, "Brother Jailer, I'm thirsty and hungry right now. Could you find us something to eat and drink? Even a sip of water would do."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, the jailer ambled over.

He appeared to be in his forties, with an ordinary face. But after working in such an environment for so long, his eyes carried a trace of indifference.

The jailer looked Yu Xiaogang up and down through the iron bars.

"Food? Do you think this is a hotel?"

The jailer raised his right fist and mocked, "There ain't any food, but fists... I've got plenty of those! Want a taste?"

"Sir..."

Tang San spoke up. "My teacher is a Soul Grandmaster, and I am a Soul Master as well. We have merely fallen on hard times for the moment; we are not heinous criminals. If you give us some food, we will repay you generously once we get out!"

"Get out? Hahaha..."

The Jailer laughed as if he had heard a joke, throwing his head back in amusement.

"Kid, are you really clueless, or are you playing dumb?"

The Jailer rapped his knuckles against the thick iron bars.

"This is the lowest level of the dungeon. Do you know what else it's called?"

"The death row!"

"Once you enter this place, you still think you can get out?"

"Pah!"

The Jailer spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the ground.

"So what if you're Soul Masters? I've worked here for over a decade. If not ten, then at least eight Soul Masters have died in this place!"

The Jailer's emotions grew somewhat agitated, and hatred flared in his eyes.

Outside, he still had to bow and scrape whenever he saw a Soul Master.

But this was death row!

On his turf, a bunch of prisoners still dared to point fingers at him?

"Click!"

The cell door opened.

With a savage grin, the Jailer took several strides toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Bang!"

He kicked Yu Xiaogang in the stomach, sending him flying into a corner.

"Thud."

Yu Xiaogang's head struck the stone wall, and he nearly passed out on the spot.

He had already suffered internal injuries from Liu Shan's attack. On top of that, he had been fed a pill that sealed his Soul Power, leaving him unable to muster even a trace of it.

At that moment, he could only curl up on the ground. Even standing was extremely difficult.

"Teacher!"

Tang San shouted anxiously.

"Didn't you want some water?"

The Jailer looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who lay limp on the ground, the smile on his face growing twisted.

"Fine! I'll be kind today and let you drink your fill for free!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached down to undo his belt.

Yu Xiaogang's pupils constricted as he instantly understood the Jailer's intention. He wanted to resist, but the pain wracking his body made even moving difficult.

"You... beast! Stop!"

In the next cell, Tang San's eyes nearly split with rage as he frantically shook the iron bars.

But it was all useless.

"Teacher!"

Seeing his teacher suffer such humiliation, Tang San felt as though an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.

He stared fixedly at the Jailer, his gaze icy cold.

If his Soul Power had not been suppressed, if his Hidden Weapons had not been taken away...

He would definitely have made this Jailer understand what it meant to wish for death!

At the entrance to the dungeon, within a patch of shadow.

Tang Hao stood there silently, as though he had merged with the darkness.

He had been here for quite some time.

He watched Yu Xiaogang beg, then get threatened and toyed with by the Jailer, and finally suffer humiliation.

Yet...

From beginning to end, Tang Hao merely watched in silence.

There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes, nor did he show any intention of stepping in to stop it.

In his view, Yu Xiaogang was undoubtedly unqualified as a teacher.

His own son had actually been thrown into the dungeon by some insignificant city lord?

It was simply absurd!

He had merely killed a spoiled young master. What was the big deal?

Wanting to become strong took more than just a sharp tongue.

Which Title Douluo did not have blood on their hands?

Back in Slaughter City, Tang Hao had killed no fewer than eight hundred Soul Masters—if not a thousand!

A teacher's foremost duty was to have the ability to protect their disciples at any time!

Clearly, Yu Xiaogang did not possess such ability.

So, in Tang Hao's eyes, letting him suffer a little humiliation and hardship was nothing more than a trivial punishment.

"Looks like I can't be so careless when choosing Xiao San's teacher in the future. I'll have to personally screen them."

Tang Hao thought coldly.

Just then, the jailer finally finished urinating.

He pulled up his trousers and nudged the curled-up Yu Xiaogang with the tip of his foot.

When he saw that the other man did not react at all, he spat on him again.

Then he turned his head and met Tang San's gaze.

"Hiss—"

Feeling the chill in Tang San's eyes, the jailer could not help but suck in a breath.

Killing intent!

Was that the look a child should have?

The next moment, indignation at being offended surged in the jailer's heart.

A half-grown brat dared to look at him like that?

"Hmph, brat, what are you staring at?" The jailer sneered, rubbing his wrist. "Don't be in such a hurry. You're next."