Shrek, Tang San Father and Son Reunite?

Having thought it through, Sea Star Douluo didn't refute, but simply nodded and said:

"You're the captain, you're in charge."

"That's more like it!"

Qian Daoliu patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, the force of which made Sea Star Douluo stagger.

A warm smile returned to his face, and he waved to Hu Liena, who was not far away.

"Nana, come here for a second."

"Order some food for our new intern in the security department."

Intern...

Sea Star Douluo's eye twitched violently.

Hu Liena walked over with light steps. She suppressed a smile, took out paper and pen, and spoke to Sea Star Douluo in a businesslike tone.

"Intern, what would you like to eat?"

Sea Star Douluo took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed back the mouthful of blood.

He pointed at the empty bowl of Sea Horse Douluo, his eyes shining.

"That one!"

"That meal just now!"

"I want three bowls!"

"OK."

Hu Liena quickly jotted down the notes on the menu, then looked up, a sly glint in her beautiful fox-like eyes.

"Just eating is so boring."

"Won't you order anything else?"

She recommended it slowly and deliberately, in a very seductive tone.

"Our fish dishes are also exceptional!"

"For example, that pan-fried sole fillet is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, melting in your mouth."

"And there's West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, a sweet and sour dish that whets the appetite..."

The word "fish" had barely been uttered when...

Sea Star Douluo's face turned pale in an instant.

He covered his mouth, his throat bobbing.

"Vomit..."

A loud retch.

The next second.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and with all the resentment he had accumulated over eighty years, he let out a heart-wrenching roar at Hu Liena!

"No fish!!!"

"I never want to see a fish again in my life!!!"

That sound saddened those who heard it and brought tears to those who saw it.

Except for Hu Liena.

"Pfft."

She couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard she almost dropped the pen and paper in her hand.

The thrill of her successful prank made her already alluring fox-like eyes even brighter and more captivating.

She suppressed a laugh, blinked, and deliberately dragged out her words.

"That..."

Sea Star Douluo jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointed at the bowl, and roared emotionally.

"Don't fly!"

"Don't run!"

"Don't swim!"

"I want that rice! I just want rice! Plain rice is fine with me!"

Seeing that Sea Star Douluo was really about to go crazy, Hu Liena finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

"Three bowls of Egg Fried Rice, nothing else added, okay? Please wait a moment."

After saying that, she swayed her hips and walked happily towards the kitchen.

Seeing that Sea Star Douluo's fist hardened, Qian Daoliu happily approached.

"Before the food arrives, let me give you a brief introduction to this place, so you won't be surprised how you die later."

Qian Daoliu spoke with great seriousness.

Sea Star Douluo was taken aback, and was very unhappy.

It's just a run-down restaurant, and they don't even know how they died?

You old codger, you think you can bully me just because you're stronger and have a higher rank, huh?

He grumbled inwardly, but dared not show it on his face; only the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

However, when he subconsciously turned his head to look, he saw that most of the customers in the store were Title Douluo, and they were even stronger than him.

He saw Chrysanthemum Douluo whispering with Ghost Douluo in that corner.

They also saw the Golden Crocodile Douluo sitting there as steady as a mountain on the other side.

His gaze swept across the room again, landing on Pope Bibi Dong.

Sea Star Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even dare to look at it for long; it was a tremor that came from the depths of his soul, the instinctive fear of a low-level Soul Master facing a top-level expert.

What kind of monsters live in this restaurant?!

The slight disdain he had just felt was instantly wiped away by a cold sweat.

He then realized that Qian Daoliu was not joking with him, nor was he trying to scare him.

If he's not careful, he really could die!

He turned stiffly to face Qian Daoliu, bowing deeply as low as he could possibly be.

"Please, Commander, offer your guidance."

"Um."

Qian Daoliu nodded, quite satisfied with his pragmatic demeanor.

"First and foremost, the most important point!"

Qian Daoliu extended a finger, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious, even showing a hint of fanatical reverence.

He pointed to Lin Feng, who was having his shoulders massaged by Zhu Zhuyun and looked quite content.

"Here, seniors are like gods! Seniors' words are like imperial edicts!"

"Don't even mention a Title Douluo like you; even Deity would have to obediently follow the rules of our seniors!"

At the same time.

In a dilapidated and shabby dormitory at the Shrek Academy.

Tang San sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He was cultivating his Mysterious Heaven Skill, his Soul Power flowing smoothly throughout his body, oblivious to everything around him.

Squeak--

A harsh, screeching sound rang out as the door hinges turned.

A figure walked in.

"Tang San."

Flender's voice was somewhat dry, even carrying a hint of weariness that he himself was unaware of.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a flash of purple light passing through them.

"Dean Flender? Is something the matter?"

Flender's eyes darted away; he didn't dare look Tang San in the eye, instead turning his gaze to a dusty corner in the room.

"You... you should stop cultivating for now."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Someone... is here to see you.

Tang San was somewhat curious.

Who could it be?

Here, he knew almost no one except his teachers.

Could it be that the teacher has returned?

Who is it?

Flender took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

He finally raised his head and looked at Tang San, his gaze so complex that Tang San couldn't quite understand it.

There was sympathy, pity, and a hint of... awkwardness that was hard to define.

"It's you... your father."

Father!

These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Tang San's mind.

He froze completely.

"My dad?"

He instinctively asked in a barely audible voice, as if afraid that if he raised his voice even slightly, the dream would shatter.

The next second.

An uncontrollable, overwhelming joy instantly engulfed him!

Dad!

Dad's here!

Six years!

It's been six whole years!

That tall, disheveled man who spent his days with alcohol and a hammer, yet who gave him warmth throughout his childhood!

Tang San sprang up from the bed in a flash!

"Where is he?! Dean, where is my father?!"

His voice trembled violently with extreme excitement, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

He didn't even wait for Flender to answer.

He shot past Flender like an arrow released from a bow!

"Dad!"