The pressure of a Title Douluo came crashing down like a mountain, leaving Su Yuntao cold to the bone.
"It's over..."
"This really is beating up the little one and bringing out the old one..."
The next moment, a hoarse voice sounded beside his ear. "Release them."
Su Yuntao nodded frantically and said in a trembling voice, "Y-Yes... I'll see to it at once."
He scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the cells. But just as he reached the door, Tang Hao called out to him.
"Wait."
Su Yuntao stiffened all over. He immediately turned around and nearly bent his waist to the floor, his forehead almost touching the ground. "Does Thunder Majesty have any further instructions?"
Tang Hao walked up to him and glanced at him. Seeing Su Yuntao trembling like a leaf, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, he strode outside. His imposing figure soon vanished beyond the door.
Only his hoarse voice lingered in the office.
"Today, I was never here."
"Y-Yes." Su Yuntao squeezed his eyes shut and answered tremulously.
Only after a long while, when that suffocating pressure finally faded completely, did Su Yuntao dare to slowly open his eyes and cautiously look around.
After confirming that the figure was truly gone, his entire body went limp. He hurriedly braced himself against the wall, one hand pressed to his chest as he let out a long breath.
"I survived... I almost thought I'd die here today..."
When Tang Hao had approached him just now, it had felt as though Mount Tai itself were bearing down on him, the Grim Reaper's scythe already pressed against his throat.
Fortunately, it was finally over.
The reason Tang Hao had not killed him was simple. For Tang San's peaceful life, he had chosen to endure for now.
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