Yu Xiaogang kept his finger pointed at Hans. After a long moment, the man still showed no reaction.
Clearly, Hans was determined to drive him out of Notting Academy.
"Fine, fine, fine!"
"I'll leave!"
Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath and walked to the door. He glanced back at Hans.
"Hans, you'll regret what you did today!"
Hans did not even look up. "Take care. I won't see you out."
Yu Xiaogang gave up completely. He strode out of the office and slammed the door behind him with a bang, making the frame shudder.
Only after he had gone did Hans look at the faintly trembling door and sigh.
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
Xiao Wu lay unconscious on a bed. Not far away, Tang San and his father, Tang Hao, sat facing each other.
Tang San looked at the burly, unkempt man before him, his mind racing with excitement.
"Dad, why did you suddenly leave all those years ago? And weren't you an ordinary blacksmith? How did you suddenly become a Titled Douluo?"
Tang Hao looked at his agitated son and said calmly, "Four years, Xiao San. Have you resented me during these four years?"
Tang San shook his head fiercely. "No, I haven't!"
"You must have had a reason for leaving so suddenly. And now I know you didn't really abandon me. You've been quietly protecting me from the shadows all along."
A trace of relief appeared in Tang Hao's eyes.
But Tang San continued, "Dad, you're a Titled Douluo. Why were you willing to work as a blacksmith in Holy Soul Village?"
"What exactly happened?"
Tang San recalled his early childhood.
Back then, Tang Hao had been a complete drunkard. Every coin he earned forging tools for the villagers went toward wine, and he spent his days dead drunk.
Tang