"Especially their current clan leader, Tai Tan."
Xue Bingchen's tone carried undisguised contempt:
"That old bastard used to be your father Tang Hao's personal household slave.
Even though Tang Hao ruined their entire clan, leaving them homeless and hunted across the continent by Spirit Hall, that old bastard still remained utterly loyal to Tang Hao, deeply grateful to him."
At this, a sharp gleam flashed through Tang San's eyes.
Xue Bingchen stopped walking and turned to look at Tang San with a faintly amused smile.
"Tang San, when dealing with people so steeped in servility, there's no need to reason with them or slowly win them over.
You only need to stand before that old bastard, reveal that you are Tang Hao's son, and tell him that you are his young master."
"I guarantee that old slave will immediately burst into tears. Like an old dog seeing its master, he'll obediently kneel at your feet and submit to you."
After hearing Xue Bingchen's words, Tang San fell silent for a moment.
Using Tang Hao's identity to win over a group of people he had abandoned?
If it were those hypocrites who claimed to stand for justice, they might find such conduct shameful, perhaps even feel guilty about it.
But would Tang San?
Of course not!
Tang San nodded with extreme seriousness. There was not the slightest hesitation or pity in his eyes; instead, they brimmed with cold certainty.
"Teacher, I understand.
This is the quickest and most effective method.
I completely approve of it!"
In Tang San's view, what was there to be ashamed of?
Since the Strength Clan were Tang Hao's household slaves, then they were household slaves for generation after generation!
Since they were willing to be someone's dogs, what difference did it make whose dogs they were?