If the other party had really wanted to kill Tang San, they wouldn't have come to the academy to find him so openly.
Tang San wouldn't have obediently gone with them, either.
So there was only one truth: they had never meant to harm Tang San.
As for why Yu Xiaogang had reacted so strongly when Tang San's life had never been in danger—
That was something only they could answer.
"Bullshit!"
Yu Xiaogang's face was flushed red, and he was panting like an ox as he pointed at Lin Chen, his hand trembling uncontrollably.
"What about Ma Hongjun and Oscar, then?"
Lin Chen rolled his eyes at him.
"You're stupid, and you still won't admit it. If you hadn't taken Flender and Zhao Wuji away, would Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire outbreak even have been a problem?"
"His Evil Fire could've been suppressed, and Oscar wouldn't have had to go out in the middle of the night to look for you, only to die horribly in the street!"
"And now you're blaming me? You insulted my mother!"
The angrier Lin Chen got, the more he looked ready to charge over and beat him up.
Yu Xiaogang stumbled backward in fright.
He wasn't paying attention, slipped, and landed flat on his butt.
Tang Hao: "..."
Tang San: "..."
Who could've imagined that a man in his fifties could be scared into falling on his butt by an eight-year-old's feint?
What a disgrace.
"You..."
When Yu Xiaogang came to his senses, his old face turned crimson.
What a huge humiliation. A truly enormous humiliation.
The dignified Theory Master had been scared half to death by a child.
If word got out, how could he ever face anyone again?
"Hao..."
"Hmm?"
Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang Hao, wanting him to step in and