Tang San's Compromise

"Let her go..." Tang San clutched his leg tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Dongfang Yu smiled. "Why should I let her go? Or rather, what gives you the right to ask?"

"She has no grievances or grudges against you, you..."

"Wrong. I do have grievances and grudges against her!" Dongfang Yu interrupted him.

"I... What are your terms?" Tang San had not lost his reason. Since the other party was willing to crouch down and talk to him, there was still room for negotiation.

"That movement technique of yours was pretty good. As a Soul Grandmaster, you actually managed to dodge my attacks. As far as I know, you're not an agility-type soul master." A dark gleam flickered in Dongfang Yu's eyes. Since Tang San wanted to play with him, he could only play along.

"So... so what?" Tang San immediately grew somewhat guilty. His techniques and hidden weapons had always been his trump cards and advantages. The other party was actually setting his sights on his techniques.

"So what? Of course you'll hand them over. I know you have them." Dongfang Yu said with certainty.

"You saw it wrong..." Tang San tried to argue. Those things absolutely could not be exposed. He could only say that the other party had observed too carefully.

"Fine. Men!" Dongfang Yu stood up and shouted.

As soon as he spoke, half a minute later—

Xiao Wu was escorted over by Luo Le and the others. She was tightly bound, with a filthy sock stuffed in her mouth.

Dongfang Yu's expression darkened. Damn it, whose stinking sock was that? It nearly made him drop dead on the spot from the smell!

It was absolutely revolting!

"Whose sock is that? Take it out." Dongfang Yu spoke unpleasantly, purely to keep himself from