Yu Xiaogang had originally wanted to bring up his famous title, "Grandmaster."
That way, Qin Jiuxiao would know what kind of person stood before him.
But Qin Jiuxiao's words were like a basin of cold water, dousing every line he'd prepared and sending them all back down his throat.
He opened his mouth, his face turning from green to white, but for a long while, he couldn't say a word.
Seeing this, Flender hurried over to smooth things over. "Xiaogang, why don't you go wash up first?"
"You're really not looking your best right now. We can talk once you've cleaned up."
Yu Xiaogang looked down at his clothes, soaked in filthy water. The stench was still creeping into his nostrils.
He gritted his teeth, but eventually nodded and went with Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others to wash up.
Only after Yu Xiaogang had gone some distance did Flender finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Then he rubbed his hands together and cautiously sidled up to Qin Jiuxiao, his face plastered with a smile.
"Jiuxiao, I wanted to ask you something. If Xiaogang says something to you later, could you try not to be too blunt?"
"He values his dignity more than anything. Just do me a favor, all right?"
Qin Jiuxiao glanced sideways at Flender, silently weighing his options.
He'd known Yu Xiaogang was coming. This was exactly the opportunity he'd been waiting for.
Yu Xiaogang still had a trait he hadn't collected, and it was crucial to improving his strength.
So even if Flender hadn't asked him, he wouldn't have sent Yu Xiaogang packing outright.
But that didn't mean he'd make things easy for Yu Xiaogang.
"Dean, I can do you that favor."
Qin Jiuxiao spoke unhurriedly. "But if he goes too far, don't blame me