Jiang Lan scratched his head and said, "Don't worry. He's a Titled Douluo. Let's go."
Jiang Lan dusted off his hands, picked up Doro, and walked around Tang Hao, who lay on the ground, before continuing along the main road.
Doro lay against his shoulder and glanced back at the figure sprawled spread-eagled in the ditch, a hint of doubt in her large purple eyes. "Are you sure he's really a Titled Douluo? He couldn't even take one punch from you."
"He's definitely a Titled Douluo." Jiang Lan counted off the reasons on his fingers for Doro. "Look at how he reeks of booze, those ragged robes, and the way he tries to steal things from children. A classic down-and-out Titled Douluo. People like him are a dime a dozen on the Douluo Continent. They've got strength, but their lives are a complete mess. They drown their sorrows in alcohol all day and lose even the most basic sense of caution."
"So he deserved to get knocked out by you?"
"He deserved to get knocked out by me." Jiang Lan nodded as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "He was the one who tried to rob us. Besides, I only used ten percent of my strength. He'll wake up after a nap without so much as an injury. I was teaching him a lesson: check who you're dealing with before trying to rob them."
Doro thought it over, decided Jiang Lan made a lot of sense, and stopped worrying about it, focusing instead on munching her orange.
The human and soul traveled north along the main road, then turned onto a nearby mountain trail after walking for a while.
Jiang Lan decided to head northwest first, keeping off the main roads to avoid any more trouble.