Meeting Qian Renxue? Tang San: Fatty's 'Torn Between Two Lovers'? Good luck to yourself!

"Then what do we do?"

Oscar paced back and forth in a panic.

"Fatty is injured that badly; how could he possibly survive being abducted?"

"We wait for Tang San to return before deciding."

Dai Mubai's face was ashen as he turned and walked out of the room.

As he rounded the corner of the corridor, he collided head-on with Tang San, who was rushing back.

"Boss Dai? Where is Fatty?"

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Tang San's heart sank.

"He's gone."

Dai Mubai spat the two words out through gritted teeth.

Tang San stood frozen in place for a full three breaths before he finally spoke slowly:

"Ye Lingling refused to come. She said... even if Fatty is rescued, he will be a cripple."

A deathly silence filled the room.

Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, and spoke coldly:

"Have you not considered who might have abducted him?"

"What do you mean?"

"The area around the inn is quiet; there are no signs of a struggle and no traces of outsiders breaking in."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai.

"Who would go to the trouble of abducting a half-dead waste?"

Oscar suddenly looked up:

"Are you saying... it was one of our own?"

"Rongrong hasn't returned since she went out today."

After saying this, Zhu Zhuqing turned and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her.

Flender's mouth hung open, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence:

"No... that's impossible, right? Rongrong, she... even though she hates Hongjun, she wouldn't go that far..."

"Dean."

Tang San closed his eyes, his voice very soft.

"Do you remember the last thing she said before she left?"

Flender shuddered, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"The harder he hits, the more satisfied I feel."

After repeating these words, Tang San opened his eyes, his Purple Demon Eye filled with exhaustion and chill.

"I am going to the Seven Treasure Pavilion to find her."

"Tang San, calm down!"

Dai Mubai blocked Tang San's path.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is not a place we can just barge into. Ning Rongrong is a madwoman right now; are you going to try and reason with her?"

"Then what about Fatty? Are we just going to abandon him?"

"We won't."

Dai Mubai released his grip, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Once dawn breaks, I will go to the Underground Black Market and put out a bounty. I want to see him alive, or see his corpse."

Tang San stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Oscar crouched in the corner, clutching his head with both hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he swallowed the words back down.

On the official road leading to Martial Soul City, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Azure Luan Douluo walked forward with his hands behind his back, while Huang Yan and Shui Bing'er followed side by side behind him.

"Teacher, are we heading straight back to Martial Soul City?"

Huang Yan asked casually.

"We are stopping by Heaven Dou City first to purchase some supplies."

Azure Luan Douluo did not look back.

"You have quite a few Immortal Herbs in that storage Soul Tool of yours, but to refine them into truly useful potions, you still need some common auxiliary ingredients. Heaven Dou City has a complete selection of medicinal herbs, so it is on our way."

Going to Heaven Dou City?

Huang Yan nodded slightly.

That was not a bad idea.

Since they belonged to the same Worship Hall faction, perhaps Qian Renxue would even take the initiative to come and see them.

Shui Bing'er linked her arm with Huang Yan's and whispered softly:

"Brother Yan, once we reach Heaven Dou City, I want to pick out a gift for Yue'er."

"Sure, buy whatever catches your eye."

Huang Yan smiled and pinched the tip of her nose.

Azure Luan Douluo glanced at the two of them and shook his head with a chuckle:

"You two are certainly relaxed. That bunch from Shrek is probably in complete chaos right now."

"Teacher is paying attention to them too?"

Huang Yan was somewhat surprised.

"This Seat does not pay attention to ants."

Azure Luan Douluo said indifferently.

"But that boy named Tang San has an aura about him that makes This Seat feel rather uncomfortable. I cannot quite put my finger on it, but it is as if... it is something that does not belong to this world."

Huang Yan's heart stirred, but he remained calm on the surface:

"Teacher is overthinking it. What kind of waves could a piece of trash at level twenty-something possibly make?"

"That is true."

Azure Luan Douluo nodded and quickened his pace.

"Let us go. We shall enter the city before dark."

Shui Bing'er looked back in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest and whispered to Huang Yan:

"Brother Yan, will that Ning Rongrong... really become what you said she would?"

"Just wait and see."

Huang Yan's lips curled upward.

"Some people are ten thousand times more terrifying after being disfigured than they were before."

Heaven Dou City, Seven Treasure Pavilion.

Tang San stood outside the door, his Purple Demon Eye scanning the layout inside through the gap in the door.

Two guards stood at the foot of the stairs, and an elderly man who appeared to be the manager sat behind the counter, clicking away on an abacus.

Tang San took a deep breath and pushed the door open to enter.

"What would the guest like to buy?"

The manager did not even look up.

"I am looking for Ning Rongrong."

The beads on the manager's abacus paused for a moment before he continued clicking:

"The guest has come to the wrong place. This is a shop, not a place to look for people."

Tang San slammed a bag of Gold Soul Coins onto the counter:

"I am not here to cause trouble. Tell her that Tang San is here and only wishes to clarify one thing."

The manager looked at him for a moment, set down his abacus, and turned to walk into the back room.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Ning Rongrong walked down wearing a mask, and charred, black scars could be vaguely seen extending from the edge of the mask into her collar.

She stopped halfway down the stairs, looking down at Tang San from her vantage point.

"Third Brother, I didn't expect you to find this place."

"Where is Fatty?"

Tang San went straight to the point.

Ning Rongrong tilted her head, her tone light and airy.

"Fatty? Isn't he at the inn recovering from his injuries? Do you really think a weak girl like me could hide him away?"

"Rongrong."

Tang San took two steps forward, his voice low.

"Someone infiltrated the inn last night and abducted Fatty. The culprit was an agility-type Soul Saint, and the job was clean and professional. Tell me, in Heaven Dou City, who would go to such great lengths to deal with a half-dead cripple?"

Ning Rongrong was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"Third Brother, are you suspecting me?"

"I just want to know the truth."

"The truth?"

Ning Rongrong walked down the stairs and stepped close to Tang San, her eyes behind the mask flickering with a sickly light.

"The truth is that Ma Hongjun couldn't control his foul mouth, and because of him, I was disfigured. The truth is that you, Tang San, were there, yet you couldn't stop that madman. The truth is..."

Ning Rongrong enunciated every word clearly:

"All of you owe me."

Tang San clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms.

"So you had him abducted? Rongrong, do you even know what you're doing?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing."

Ning Rongrong turned back toward the stairs, her back to him, her tone dismissive.

"I'm helping him vent his frustration. Since his lower half is useless, isn't it? I found a few kind souls to help him find another way... to relieve himself."

Tang San shuddered, a flash of shock and fury crossing his eyes.

"You've lost your mind."

"Perhaps."

Ning Rongrong stepped onto the stairs without looking back.

"Third Brother, for the sake of our past friendship, I won't touch you. But remember, you'd best stay out of Ma Hongjun's business. Otherwise..."

Ning Rongrong glanced back at Tang San, the corners of her mouth beneath the mask curling into a bizarre arc.

"I wouldn't mind finding a few 'kind souls' for you as well."

With that, Ning Rongrong vanished around the corner of the staircase.

Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his entire body trembling.

The steward emerged from the back hall and gestured toward the exit with an expressionless face:

"Guest, the young lady has finished speaking."

Tang San turned and left, his footsteps heavy.

He was completely helpless against Ning Rongrong.

Rongrong must have just been speaking out of anger, Tang San couldn't help but console himself.

At most, she just had someone teach Fatty a lesson; she wouldn't actually do what she said and find men for him to vent his urges...

Just imagining the scene of Fatty being surrounded by men made Tang San's stomach churn, and he nearly gagged.

Forget it, Fatty. I can't save you. You'll have to pray for your own luck!