After hearing Yu Xiaogang's roar, Ye Xuan wordlessly dug at his ears.
"So what? What are you trying to prove with all that indignation? I'm just stating a fact. My defeating Yu Tianheng isn't exactly a secret. You simply weren't in a position to hear about it. Or did you really think some good-for-nothing could take the position of Spirit Hall's Holy Son?"
"And stop going around mentioning the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. You're a castoff. I don't know what gives you the nerve to call yourself one of them."
His words left Yu Xiaogang's face alternating between green and white.
Soon, Ye Xuan caught a faint fishy smell still clinging to Yu Xiaogang. He frowned slightly.
He looked up at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.
"Rongrong, if you get the chance, you should hurry and prepare to graduate. Yu Xiaogang is nearly fifty, yet he still has no sense of propriety, going to places like brothels."
"Zhuqing, have you earned your Silver Fighting Badge? If you have, you should graduate and leave as soon as possible. I'm afraid you'll be in danger if you stay here any longer."
Ye Xuan's words didn't do much damage, but they were deeply humiliating.
Anyone with eyes could tell he was expressing his disgust for Yu Xiaogang.
But...
"Holy crap! Didn't they castrate him? How could he still smell like that?"
Ma Hongjun blurted out a curse, and his words stabbed into Yu Xiaogang's heart like a sharp blade.
Oscar's words were even more cutting. Tang San and Flender, who had learned about it at noon, both looked thoroughly embarrassed.
They wanted to defend Yu Xiaogang's dignity, but they really couldn't bring themselves to excuse what had happened after several men had barged into his room and worked him over all night.