Just you wait, Tang Hao. I'll show you what I'm made of! Yu Xiaogang thought excitedly.
The next instant, a size-forty-two foot hurtled toward Yu Xiaogang's crotch.
In an instant, the chicken flew and the eggs shattered!
"Ooh!" Yu Xiaogang let out an exquisite moan, clutched his little Xiaogang, and dropped stiffly to his knees.
He struggled to look back at Flaide, who had just withdrawn his foot, and roared, "Flaide, what are you doing?!"
Flaide was furious. What was he doing?! This dumbass called himself the Horn of Wisdom? Wisdom, his fucking ass! If this idiot wanted to die, he shouldn't drag him and Erlong along!
Who was Tang Hao? A man who had killed the pope even while being hunted by dozens of Titled Douluos from Spirit Hall! How did this fool dare suggest a sneak attack?!
The thought only made Flaide angrier. "Fuck! You call yourself the Horn of Wisdom? Did a donkey kick your brains out? Fuck!"
As Vlad spoke, he delivered another kick straight to Yu Xiaogang's back door.
He had long found Yu Xiaogang an eyesore. If he hadn't wanted to stay closer to Erlong, he would have beaten this bastard ages ago. Now that Erlong had given up on Yu Xiaogang, he could finally vent his anger properly.
Flaide unleashed a furious beating on the grounded Yu Xiaogang. "That's for bullying Erlong! That's for bullying Erlong!"
Flaide shouted as he beat him, harboring a little scheme of his own. He wanted to win Erlong's affection by thrashing Yu Xiaogang.
"Erlong! Erlong!" Curled up on the ground, Yu Xiaogang covered his little Xiaogang with one hand and his little back door with the other, pleading with Liu Erlong for help.
As Liu Erlong looked at Yu Xiaogang in this state, complicated emotions flickered in