Tang San flips over, Tang God-King gets screwed.

Green evening mist enshrouded the earth as dusk fell.

Yu Xiaogang walked along a path with taut nerves, glancing around from time to time to make sure no one was following.

Tang San followed far behind, frowning as he looked at Yu Xiaogang's appearance.

What on earth was wrong with this fellow Gangzi?

Taking such a circuitous route to the corner of this dim alley, what did he actually want to do?

In his past life, he had never discovered Yu Xiaogang doing anything strange.

Why had everything become so different after his rebirth in this life?

Tang San followed him for a long time before finally seeing Yu Xiaogang stop in front of a secluded house in the east of Notting City.

He stood at the door, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing ragged like an ox.

After a long while, Yu Xiaogang calmed his emotions and looked around vigilantly. Confirming that no one was following, he slowly pushed open the door and walked inside.

Tang San felt a growing sense of doubt in his heart.

He quietly climbed onto the roof of an adjacent house, watching the room Yu Xiaogang had entered with meticulous care.

Using Crane Catching Dragon to flash and shift consecutively, he silently sneaked into the house and pressed close to the door.

An extremely rough yet somewhat ambiguous voice came from inside: "My Rose, you've finally come."

"It seems you really do love us."

Tang San was stunned. What on earth? Did he hear that right? That was a man's voice?

He hurriedly peered inward through a crack in the door, only to see Yu Xiaogang facing seven robust, muscular men with dense chest hair and stubbly beards.

The leader had a horizontal scar across his face, and it was precisely the one who had just spoken to Yu Xiaogang.

"You bastards, what on earth do you still want?!"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his double pupils bloodshot, breathing ragged like an ox: "Over and over again!"

"My Rose, you're too beautiful, so beautiful that our hearts can't stop pounding."

Scarface produced a rose and gently stuck it into Yu Xiaogang's head.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over, on the verge of exploding: "If you called me over just to say this nonsense, then I'm leaving."

He turned to leave.

Yet the next moment, he collided with an extremely broad chest.

He raised his eyes to look.

A bald giant over two meters tall, with pitch-black skin all over and sausage lips, was staring at him with glowing eyes.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes grew even redder. He would never forget this dark-skinned brute.

Infinite stamina and crude movements, treating him practically like a punching bag.

"Rose, summon your special Martial Soul too." The dark-skinned brute's mouth split open.

Yu Xiaogang was silent for a moment before humiliatingly summoning Luo Sanpao.

The big-headed, big-eared purple Luo Sanpao had initially been quite happy, but the moment it saw those familiar brutes, it immediately let out panicked luoluo cries and shrank desperately behind Yu Xiaogang.

It trembled all over, as if trying to completely efface itself.

What it had gone through these past few days had become an unforgettable nightmare for the rest of its life.

Seeing Luo Sanpao emerge, Scarface immediately scooped it up and looked at Yu Xiaogang: "Rose, let's begin."

Tang San outside the door had initially felt that this fellow Gangzi really knew how to play wild.

But the next moment, he watched Yu Xiaogang humiliatingly bend over.

Tang San looked at everything inside the room in disbelief, and suddenly a wave of intense discomfort surged into his throat.

He almost vomited his dinner.

At that moment, he only wanted to wash his eyes and wash his ears.

What kind of nonsense was Gangzi doing?

No, what kind of nonsense had done you??

Tang San deeply regretted following them out this time.

Listening to the sickening sounds coming from within.

Tang San's expression shifted uncertainly.

That appearance of Gangzi looked as though he were being threatened.

This fellow at least counted as his nominal teacher.

Could he just let these bastards humiliate him like this all the time?

Otherwise, one day this information would inevitably be exposed.

At that time, how would others view him? The King of Monks??

You, Tang San's master, are a filthy, chaotic person in your private life.

Thinking of that scenario, Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot and he breathed raggedly like an ox.

Tang San crouched on the roof, his gaze cold as he stared at the room below.

The sounds inside continued.

Mixed with rough laughter and Luo Sanpao's luoluo wails, they beat against his eardrums again and again.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the churning nausea in his stomach, and began to calculate.

Only by slaughtering all those bastards could the secret be completely guarded.

He sensed the situation inside the room. Seven brutes, the three strongest were Spirit Ancestors—wait, Spirit Emperors, and the remaining few were Spirit Kings mixed with Spirit Ancestors.

His current strength was only level 13, and his hidden weapons only had enough time to make one set of Silent Sleeve Arrows, which was far from enough.

Right now, he completely lacked his full strength.

Hard-on-hard collisions meant courting death.

He had to find poison.

After becoming a god, the poison formulas of the Tang Sect had long since been upgraded by him, being more than a notch stronger than in his past life.

As long as he found suitable materials, formulating a medicine to knock out Spirit Emperors would not be a difficult task.

He glanced again at the battle progress through the crack in the door.

It wouldn't end for a while yet; there was still time.

Tang San immediately retreated at high speed, vanishing into the night.

In the dead of night, he returned.

He cradled several bottles and jars in his arms, and stuffed several hollow reed tubes into his pockets.

He crouched on the roof, observing the situation inside the room through the crack in the door.

Yu Xiaogang and Luo Sanpao were already soaked through with piles of bathing foam, a scene too unbearable to look at that made him subconsciously avert his gaze.

He held his breath, pulled out a tube, aimed it at the crack in the door, and gently blew colorless, odorless sleeping smoke inside.

Then he crouched in the dark and began to wait.

Until a few muffled thuds of bodies falling came from inside, and he peered through the door crack.

The seven brutes lay sprawled across the floor, sleeping peacefully.

He waited a moment longer, confirming that the drug's effect was deep enough, before using a small knife to pry open the door latch, pushing the door open to enter, and closing it behind him.

A pungent odor permeated the room.

Tang San's gaze swept over the brutes on the ground, killing intent surging in his eyes.

For the sake of his reputation, and to prevent Gangzi's sordid affairs from being leaked, not a single one of these people could live.

He glanced again at the disheveled flat-top in the corner, his brows furrowing over and over.

He really wanted to casually slaughter this fellow as well.

Yet after much deliberation, he suppressed his killing intent.

After all, this was his nominal teacher, and he was also being coerced.

More importantly, he needed a living Yu Xiaogang.

That madwoman Bibi Dong still held lingering affection for this Gangzi; keeping this card would make it easier to pry some benefits out of Spirit Hall in the future.

He squatted down, gripping his dagger tightly, and slashed toward the neck of the nearest dark-skinned brute.

The next moment, a rough, calloused hand violently seized his wrist.

The dagger dropped to the floor with a clatter.

"Damned fellow, you're actually fine?!" Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpricks.

"Hehe." The dark-skinned brute opened his eyes and split his mouth into a grin.

"I was wondering why my stamina suddenly dropped by so much. Fortunately, I used to have a spirit skill that could cleanse and purify negative status effects, or I really would have fallen for your trick."

The grip he held on Tang San's wrist gradually tightened, his strength terrifyingly great.

"Hand over the antidote."

"Dream on!" Tang San gritted his teeth. "Those companions of yours will never wake up completely."

"Is that so?" The dark-skinned brute licked his lips. "Unluckily, I also know a thing or two about breaking enemies. Your delicate skin and tender flesh..."

He jerked hard, dragging Tang San's entire body toward him.

"Wait! What are you going to do?!"

"Ah!!"

"Damned fellow! You have already courted your own death!!!"

"Bastard, stop!!!"

"Damn it, I, Tang San, will spare no cost to destroy your Rose Boy Band!"