Liu Erlong Slapped Tang San

Waste Gang was no longer quite the same as in the original story.

Even as trash, he had become trash to the extreme—far more useless than in the original story.

After all these years, he only had level 12 Soul Power. He was truly trash among trash.

Even the Rakshasa God had begun to despise him.

"You... how did you know?" Tang San became cautious. Who exactly was this person? How did he know Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls?

Only Tang San's father knew about his Twin Martial Souls. Even that guy from Chuan Ling did not know.

But this flat-headed middle-aged man looked like trash no matter how Tang San looked at him. How had he seen through it?

Could he be some hidden expert?

He knew Tang San's father too. Perhaps he really was an expert.

"If you take me as your master, I'll tell you."

Yu Xiaogang continued putting on a profound act.

Tang San hesitated. Was he truly an expert? What if Tang San got tricked?

But he could tell at a glance that Tang San had Twin Martial Souls. That was not something an ordinary person could see.

I... will gamble on it!

I, Tang San, have never lost a gamble!

"Master, please accept me!"

With a thud, Tang San knelt down and banged his head against the ground three times!

As the saying went, when Tang San knelt, the God King returned to his rightful place, officially beginning his journey of taking an enemy for a father.

Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction. This was the feeling—this was what it meant to have someone kowtow to him.

Yu Xiaogang enjoyed it and had no intention of telling Tang San to rise.

Tang San remained kneeling, one enjoying himself while the other suffered.

"Is there