Not Right! Why the Hell Should I Listen to Him?

Tang Hao was about to explode with rage. His dangerous gaze swept around before settling on Yu Xiaogang.

He had already come out anyway. If he did not beat the man up, he would never feel better.

Tang Hao flexed his fists, each as big as a sandbag, and appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang in a blur.

Yu Xiaogang had just crawled out of the rubble when a huge shadow fell over him. He shuddered from head to toe.

He looked up and met Tang Hao's eyes. His soul nearly fled his body, and he opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

"Don't hit—"

"Fuck you!"

Tang Hao gave him no chance.

To keep that old good-for-nothing from saying anything else that would send his blood pressure soaring, he swung his palm straight into Yu Xiaogang's mouth.

Smack!

The crack rang out like thunder on level ground!

A slap from the Clear Sky Douluo was no ordinary slap. It was a slap from the Clear Sky Douluo.

The blow warped Yu Xiaogang's entire mouth. His jaw dislocated, his tongue went numb, and the plea on his lips dissolved into an indistinct mumble.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

"Still making noise? I'll give you something to make noise about!"

Tang Hao grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the hair with his left hand and hauled him off the ground.

At the same time, his right fist swung up and rained wild punches across Yu Xiaogang's body.

"Ah-dadadadadada!!!"

Tang Hao knew exactly how to beat a man. He avoided anything fatal while making sure every blow hurt as much as possible.

"Mmm... Aagh! Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

Tears and snot streamed down Yu Xiaogang's face. He flailed both hands through the air, trying to beg Flender for help.

But Flender and Zhao Wuji lay in the rubble, too frightened to breathe loudly.

Flender was so scared that he piled a few more bricks on his own head.

"Flender... put a few on my head too..."

Zhao Wuji sucked in a breath and made the request in the faintest whisper.

Flender understood and tossed a few bricks onto his head.

Between that and all the blood, the two of them looked nearly dead already.

Save Yu Xiaogang?

With what, their lives?

That blacksmith had not even used his Martial Soul. He had beaten them into this state with his bare hands alone.

Who would dare step in?

The more Tang Hao punched, the more naturally it came to him, and the better he felt.

He poured every grievance his daughter had just stabbed into his heart straight into Yu Xiaogang.

Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched, and he called out,

"That's enough, old man. Wrap it up. It's getting late, and we still have to get to Heaven Dou City."

At Huo Yuhao's words, Tang Hao instinctively lowered Yu Xiaogang.

"Wait a damn minute! Why should I listen to him?"

The moment Tang Hao realized something was off, he hauled Yu Xiaogang back up.

"Mmm... mmm!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in terror, full of despair for this world.

Didn't he just tell you to stop?

Why the fuck are you adding another scene?!

"You tell me to stop, and I'm supposed to stop?"

Tang Hao stuck his neck out and glared at Huo Yuhao.

"Well, I'm not listening today! I'm the head of this family! I'm throwing a couple more punches!"

As he spoke, Tang Hao drew his fist back in a wide arc, ready to let Yu Xiaogang have it again.

Yu Xiaogang was nearly frightened to death. He trembled uncontrollably, and a faint stench of urine rose from his crotch.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

Maybe you should listen to the kid! What if he pulls your oxygen tube when you're old?!

"Dad!"

A clear, sharp cry rang out.

Tang Sanmei strode over with her hands on her hips, disapproval written all over her little face.

"Senior Brother said it's getting late and we need to get moving. Can you stop being so willful and making trouble? You're a grown man, but you never let us kids have a moment's peace."

"..."

Tang Hao's fist froze in midair. His heart went cold as ice.

"Fine. Fine. Fine."

After repeating himself several times, he tossed the half-dead Yu Xiaogang away.

Then he stood there in silence, face dark, as though sulking.

Yu Xiaogang sailed through an arc into the wreckage of the General Store and landed squarely on Zhao Wuji.

"You fucking—"

Zhao Wuji sucked in a breath from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare move.

Beside him, Flender felt around, found a brick, and casually laid it over Yu Xiaogang's bloodied face.

Then he closed his eyes again and went back to playing dead in serene silence.

Brothers for life.

"Go, go, go! Hurry up! Just looking at you heartless little brats makes my chest hurt."

Tang Hao stood there pretending to be angry for ages. When he saw that Huo Yuhao and the two girls had gathered together without the slightest intention of comforting him, he finally cracked.

All he could do was shoulder his hammer and stalk off with a dark face.

Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched. He nearly burst out laughing.

He patted Tang Sanmei's little head and shook his own with a smile.

"That's enough, Sanmei. Uncle Tang is getting on in years. It's only natural for him to be a little childish sometimes. As his juniors, we should cut him some slack."

"Senior Brother's right. Senior Brother is so generous!"

Tang Sanmei nodded obediently.

Up ahead, Tang Hao stumbled midstride and nearly pitched face-first onto the ground.

So now I'm the one acting childish?

Huo Yuhao knew when to stop. He turned and beckoned to Xiao Wu.

"Come on. It really is getting late. Let's head to Heaven Dou City."

"Coming, Cousin!"

Xiao Wu skipped after him.

Tang Hao walked in front, while Huo Yuhao followed at an easy pace with Tang Sanmei and Xiao Wu. The four of them headed straight down the street.

Only then did the onlookers on either side of the street dare take a full breath. They watched the four figures recede, their eyes brimming with awe.

That was a pack of savages who had even beaten up Soul Saints!

Deep in the alley, Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the bridge and looked at Dai Mubai lying in a pool of blood nearby. A complicated look flickered in her eyes.

Across from her, Ning Rongrong sat at a tea stall with her chin propped in her hands, staring thoughtfully at the heap of half-dead Shrek monsters and the two Soul Saints on the ground.

"So this is that Monster Academy? How did a few people younger than them beat them into this state?"

Ning Rongrong curled her lip in disgust.

But then she thought about it: had she not sneaked out precisely because she wanted somewhere no one would boss her around?

At this academy, even the headmaster and teachers had been beaten like dead dogs.

Come to think of it... coasting through her days here sounded pretty easy.

While she was mulling it over, several figures came rushing down the street.

"Flender, Old Zhao! What happened to you?"

Li Yusong had spotted the collapsed General Store from afar. By the time he rushed over and saw the carnage on the ground, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Under the rubble, Zhao Wuji groaned twice, opened one eye, and looked around. Once he saw that Tang Hao and the others really had left,

he pushed the bricks off his face and grimaced in pain. "Stop fucking shouting! Hurry... help me up. My arm's broken!"

Flender crawled out of the rubble too, covered in dust. He clutched his chest and coughed up blood, his face darker than thunder.

The other teachers looked beside them and all sucked in a breath at once.