"Hm? Kid, what are you trying to do? I spotted this handsome guy first!"
Seeing that someone had actually told him to stop, the skinny A Yang looked at Tang San with a hostile expression.
"What are you trying to do? He's my friend!"
Tang San's voice was icy as he directly summoned Blue Silver Grass. Two yellow soul rings and one purple soul ring appeared around him, standing out particularly clearly against the pitch-black night.
He knew that reasoning with thugs was useless if he wanted to intimidate them. He could only display his strength!
"A Soul Master?!"
Upon discovering that Tang San was actually a Soul Master, the skinny A Yang and the fat A Long were instantly scared pale. They hurriedly tossed Dai Mubai aside, turned, and ran.
They had finally found such a nice target, but Soul Masters were not people they could afford to provoke. Running away was their only option!
After the skinny A Yang and the fat A Long had been frightened off, Tang San withdrew his Blue Silver Grass martial soul and sighed helplessly. He then got off the bench, walked over to Dai Mubai, helped him up, and supported him to a large tree beside the bench where he had been sitting, letting him lean against it.
As the saying went, if you saved someone, you saved them to the end; if you sent Buddha, you sent him all the way to the west.
Since he had already saved Dai Mubai, Tang San might as well move him somewhere safer.
He did not want several more disgusting people to come running out later.
Only then did Tang San return to the bench he had been on before, lie down, close his eyes, and rest.
In the blink of an eye, the