At the critical moment, it still came down to Wang Sheng.
He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and took a step forward. Turning toward Lin Chuan, he complained, wanting to cry but having no tears:
"Boss, this guy rolled his eyes back and got physically sent to the afterlife by you. What do we do now? Sure, this was a fight over who's boss, so getting beaten unconscious is perfectly within the rules..."
"But doesn't this guy smell a little too lethal?"
"He's practically a biological weapon. None of the guys dare get near him."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan couldn't help a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
What the hell was "physically sent to the afterlife"? The wording was honestly spot-on, its logic so airtight that he couldn't find an opening even if he wanted to argue.
But that raised a question: how exactly were they supposed to deal with this lump of "biological weapon" giving off a lethal presence?
Handle it himself?
What a joke. Lin Chuan felt he still needed to save these hands for more refined pursuits. There was no way he was touching that thing.
Then have his underlings do it?
That was even less feasible.
Just looking at Wang Sheng and the others, so disgusted they seemed ready to squeeze themselves into cracks in the wall, even if he used his authority as boss to order them, they would probably obey to his face and defy him behind his back, cursing him out in their hearts.
As his mind raced, Lin Chuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered a scene from the original story.
If he remembered correctly, Yu Xiaogang should be making his grand entrance shortly.
Since Yu Xiaogang was coming, there couldn't be anyone more suitable to take on this arduous task.
Besides, according to the current timeline, Yu Xiaogang had already taken Tang San as his precious disciple.
He really wondered what a spectacular expression this Grandmaster, whose theories were "invincible," would wear when he opened the door and saw the disciple he had placed such high hopes in beaten into this dead-dog state.
Just imagining the scene stirred a trace of anticipation in Lin Chuan's heart.
Having figured that out, Lin Chuan smiled and answered:
"What's the rush? Just leave Tang San here. A Grandmaster will naturally come clean up after him in a bit."
At these words, Wang Sheng and the others froze on the spot, staring at one another, their eyes filled with pure stupidity and bewilderment.
Someone was coming to deal with this?
A Grandmaster, at that?
Seriously?
Though their bellies were full of questions.
When they thought of their boss's heaven-reaching strength, they decided that, as underlings, they had better ask fewer questions and simply do as they were told.
Sure enough, barely two minutes later, someone strolled into Dorm Seven.
He sported an unremarkable buzz cut and an equally generic face, wore an old black outfit, and carried a large stack of sheets, quilts, and pillows in his arms.
"Little San, I've come to bring you some things."
The newcomer was none other than Yu Xiaogang.
The moment he entered, his face was positively blooming with smiles.
But his brilliant smile wasn't entirely because he had accepted Tang San as his precious disciple. It was purely because he had learned that the boy named Lin Chuan, who had Innate Full Soul Power, was here too.
According to his conjecture, this boy was very likely to have Twin Martial Souls, just like Tang San.
Especially since his First Martial Soul was called Qilin. He had never even heard of it, but even thinking with his toes, he knew it was anything but ordinary.
If his First Martial Soul was already that explosive.
How weak could his second possibly be?
As long as he could hoodwink Lin Chuan into becoming his disciple too, he, Yu Xiaogang, could trample that "trash" label straight into the mud for good.
Once both boys became Titled Douluo in the future, he could simply stand there and boast to everyone he met:
"See that? The personal teacher of Titled Douluo-that would be me!"
Though he hadn't even laid down the first stroke of the character yet, that did nothing to stop Yu Xiaogang from fantasizing wildly.
In his view, with his head full of talent, taking a genius with Innate Full Soul Power as his disciple would be firmly in his grasp, a simple matter, wouldn't it?
After Yu Xiaogang walked in, he noticed that Tang San hadn't answered him.
His brows immediately furrowed slightly. His gaze passed over the crowd and landed squarely on Wang Sheng and the others as he asked, his face full of questions:
"If I remember correctly, there's someone named Tang San in your Dorm Seven, right? Where has he run off to?"
At these words, Wang Sheng and the others' expressions instantly became spectacular. They stared at one another and collectively sucked in a breath of cold air.
Had their boss's mouth been blessed?
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived. Someone really had come to clean up the mess.
And... the newcomer was actually Nuoding Academy's famous, thunderously renowned "Trash Grandmaster"?
Of course, even as they inwardly mocked him ten thousand times, everyone desperately kept their expressions under control.
After all, the entire academy knew that although this Grandmaster's strength was pathetic, his relationship with the dean was as ironclad as it could possibly get.
A textbook case of someone untouchable thanks to connections. Anyone who dared court that trouble must have thought their life was far too comfortable.
But at that moment, Wang Sheng grew bold.
His mind raced.
The boss he had just acknowledged, Lin Chuan-with that presence and those methods-was clearly a young master from a top-tier great clan.
With such a hardcore boss backing him up, why fear offending a Grandmaster?
With his confidence bolstered, Wang Sheng raised his hand and pointed at the thing on the floor still giving off a pungent, sour stench, his face full of disgust:
"Oh, you mean Tang San? He's lying over there."
Following Wang Sheng's finger, Yu Xiaogang focused his gaze and saw Tang San sprawled flat on the floor, with a large puddle of shit-yellow liquid pooled beside him.
The smell was extraordinarily strong, practically comparable to a biological weapon, shooting straight into his skull.
But how could Yu Xiaogang care about any of that now? His instinct to protect his own instantly wiped out his reason.
Seeing his precious disciple collapsed in that filthy puddle, he became so anxious his eyes nearly popped out. He flung the things in his hands onto the floor, lunged over, and, like a burly man cradling a head, clutched Tang San tightly in his arms.
Then his voice cracked on the spot:
"Little San! What's happened to you, Little San? Wake up! Who hurt you? Tell your teacher! Even if it costs me this old life, I'll avenge you!"
Of course, whether he would really risk his old life was another matter.
But the bearing and sincerity had to be there.
Besides, Yu Xiaogang was naturally not this agitated without reason.
Tang San was now his disciple, and not merely his disciple, but also his hope of escaping the label of trash.
If anything happened to Tang San, what was he, Yu Xiaogang, supposed to do?
How would he escape the label of trash in the future?
Back to the matter at hand...
Yu Xiaogang shook Tang San's shoulders madly, looking just like a shaking toy as he tried to wake him.
However, it did absolutely nothing.
Not only did he fail to wake him, but with all that frantic shaking, the "secret-recipe yellow broth" soaking Tang San splashed with fucking perfect accuracy all over Yu Xiaogang himself.
And that wasn't the end of it.
When Yu Xiaogang had opened his mouth to shout just now, that bitter liquid had even traced a perfect parabola and flown straight into his mouth.
In that instant, Yu Xiaogang's entire body went rigid, his taste buds letting out a despairing wail on the spot.
His stomach churned like rivers overturning and seas surging. Completely unable to control it, he went "bleurgh-" and spewed.
As luck would have it, that great mouthful of vomit showered Tang San from head to face, even coating his already unbearable-to-look-at face in an even layer.