"That's right. I trust that you've noticed Little San's unusual nature, Senior. I hope Senior Dugu can keep this secret. Consider it a favor to me." Tang Hao's tone was solemn.
Logically speaking,
why would the mighty Clear Sky Douluo need to go this far?
If anyone refused, wouldn't one hammer blow settle it?
But only those involved knew the full story.
Tang Hao, severely wounded as he was, had no confidence he could instantly kill Dugu Bo, who was at level 95.
If Dugu Bo found even the slightest chance to strike back,
then Tang San, the son into whom Tang Hao had poured all his hopes,
might not necessarily die,
but he would at least be at risk of losing his life.
"Heh heh. Logically speaking, your face, Tang Hao, is indeed worth quite a bit. But this old man only listens to Little Monster now. Whether I keep the secret depends on what Little Monster has planned." Dugu Bo held his head high and chest out as he retreated behind Tang Xuan.
He understood what Tang Hao was worried about.
Yet he alone could not figure out how Tang Xuan had discovered Tang Hao's presence.
After all, even he himself had not sensed the slightest trace of Tang Hao's aura.
But none of that mattered.
Judging from Tang Xuan's reaction, Tang Xuan must have had other plans.
This Old Monster only needed to cooperate properly with Little Monster.
"I almost forgot about you, brat. How did you discover my presence?" Tang Hao looked at Tang Xuan, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He believed that with the concealment methods he had honed over years of fleeing across the land,
even a Titled Douluo one or two levels above him would have difficulty detecting him.
Yet now, a child barely