Me, Tang San, Being Treated as an Important Hostage by Spirit Hall?

Yu Luomian looked into Tang San's eyes.

There was none of the fear or begging he had expected.

Instead, there was... a kind of resolute look he could not understand, mixed with shock, anger, and even a hint of looking at an idiot!

That look completely ignited the fury Yu Luomian had been suppressing to the limit.

Good brat!

Already a prisoner, and he still dared to look at me like that?!

Just as expected of the hard bones raised by Spirit Hall!

"Put him to the torture!"

Yu Luomian's face twisted viciously. His patience had run out completely as he roared at his men.

"Let's see whether your bones are harder, or my methods are harder!"

"Yes!"

The two disciples beside him immediately stepped forward, about to lay hands on Tang San.

However, just then, the disciple responsible for reporting earlier hesitated, then gathered his courage and hurried over to Yu Luomian's side. Lowering his voice, he softly reminded him.

"S-Second Boss."

"Look... there seems to still be something stuffed in his mouth..."

The moment those words came out, Yu Luomian's raised hand, poised to order the torture, suddenly froze in midair.

The two disciples preparing to act also stopped.

The atmosphere in the entire temporary camp instantly became subtly awkward.

Yu Luomian's old face flushed all the way down to his neck.

Only then did he remember that, to keep the brat from calling for help, his men seemed to have gagged him.

No wonder the brat had only been making "mmph mmph" sounds from beginning to end. It was not that he had been resisting—he simply could not speak!

"Ahem!"

Yu Luomian coughed dryly, forcibly concealing his embarrassment. Then he put on an even fiercer expression and angrily berated the disciple who had reminded him.

"Of course