"Tang Hao blocked my way." Jiang Lan counted on his fingers, his voice muffled, his eyes growing redder with every sentence. "He told me to hand over my cultivation opportunity, or he wouldn't let me leave. Mom Bo Saixi, he was a Titled Douluo, and I was only eight and a half then. I was so scared that all I could do was tell him I didn't have one. He didn't believe me and insisted on attacking. I had no choice but to punch him."
"You punched him?" Bo Saixi asked.
"Mhm." Jiang Lan nodded. "Then he went flying."
Bo Saixi fell silent for a moment.
"How far did he fly?"
"About..." Jiang Lan thought for a moment. "A dozen paces or so. I didn't use my full strength, not even a tenth of it. He's Grandpa Tang Chen's grandson. I was afraid Grandpa Tang Chen would be upset if I hurt him."
The corner of Bo Saixi's mouth twitched.
He had sent a Titled Douluo flying a dozen paces with less than a tenth of his strength. If he had used his full strength, whether Tang Hao could have made it back alive was anyone's guess.
"What about that Tang San?" Bo Saixi asked next.
"He was even worse." Jiang Lan's voice dropped further, muffled with an overwhelming sense of grievance. "He climbed over the wall into my room in the middle of the night, stepped into my traps, and stole my books. Twice. He stole one the first time, then came back to steal another. He trampled my room into a complete mess, and he crushed several of Doro's oranges, too."
Beside him, Doro let out a perfectly timed, aggrieved "Doro," her large purple eyes brimming with moisture. Their teamwork was seamless.
Bo Saixi's expression turned utterly cold.