Xiao Gang had no money and dodged his debts; Tang San had no choice but to part with his Sleeve Arrow

Taking a few steps back to dodge the spittle spraying from the round-faced man's mouth, the brother of the sibling pair leading the group frowned and said gravely, "Your name is Yu Xiaogang, right? You don't look like a novice. Don't you know the going rates?

"Just getting a Healing Soul Master to act in the Soul Hunting Forest costs over ten times the normal price, never mind the fee for escorting you out."

"Exactly! Waiting for you to wake up and pay wasted another two days. We haven't even charged you for the lost work~

"That Soul Tool of yours isn't anything special. If we really wanted to rob you, do you think you'd still be alive?"

"I was wondering how he dared bring a kid into the Soul Hunting Forest alone, only to end up unconscious himself. Turns out he has no brains."

"Ah, his disciple is so sensible, but the teacher-"

With someone taking the lead, the other members of the Soul Hunting team chimed in, unanimously criticizing Yu Xiaogang as their gazes turned hostile.

They were all hardened people who licked blood off the edge of a blade. The only reason they had been patient enough to talk normally was out of consideration for their client. Now that their client wanted to dodge the bill, they certainly weren't going to be pleasant.

"You-you-"

Yu Xiaogang was furious and wanted to raise a hand to point at them, but when he saw their icy gazes, he ultimately didn't dare. Instead, he turned pathetically to his disciple, who was only six years old.

Little San, what happened to a teacher for a day being a father for life?

Hurry up and say something for your teacher!

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's pleading gaze, Tang San cursed inwardly.

He had already