Flander watched helplessly as the group of menacing figures left.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and I let out a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I was smart enough not to choose to fight this group to the death.
"Flander, what do we do now?" Zhao Wuji's voice was filled with bitterness and lingering fear.
I was definitely too impulsive just now.
If Flander hadn't reprimanded him in time and forcibly suppressed his anger, he would probably be dead by now, not even ashes left!
"Sigh," Flander sighed heavily, his face full of exhaustion, "What else can we do? Even Haotian Douluo had to temporarily retreat in front of that white-haired woman and lost an arm. What about us?"
His gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the ground, looking utterly dejected, and Ma Hongjun, who was being supported by Oscar and whose face was ashen.
In comparison, they only lost "a small part" of their bodies.
It hurts a bit, but at least I'm still alive.
Once we get to the city, we can find a skilled doctor who might be able to help us.
Flander's gaze fell on the open space not far away, and he instructed, "Mu Bai, go and pick up the fat man's thing."
"Huh?" Dai Mubai glanced at it and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. "Dean, why don't you just let Fatty pick it up himself? Or let Xiao Ao go?"
Flander's eyes widened, his expression carrying an undeniable authority: "You dare disobey me, the dean?"
Dai Mubai felt aggrieved.
His fiancée got into a luxury sports car and ran off with another man.
As her fiancé, he already felt incredibly frustrated.
Now they actually want to touch that fat bastard's filth!
Helpless, Dai Mubai could only suppress his nausea and obediently do as instructed.
Flander was very pleased to see this, feeling that his authority as the dean had returned.
His gaze then fell on Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the ground to the side.
Flanders opened his mouth, but in the end it only turned into a sigh.
All the brilliant freshmen recruited this year—Dongfang Yao, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing—have left.
Originally, Tang San was the only one left.
But now Tang Hao has taken Tang San away as well, and it's uncertain whether he'll be sent back.
"Sigh," Flander felt his sighs never stopped.
However, the next second, two figures appeared in front of them without warning.
It was Tang Hao and his son Tang San who had just escaped by blowing up the ring, but now they had returned!
Upon seeing them, the Shrek members were both surprised and delighted: "The third one!"
Even the dejected Yu Xiaogang, upon seeing Tang San's figure, had a glimmer of light instantly ignite in his eyes, and struggled to shout out, "Xiao San!"
Tang San ignored their greetings and looked anxiously at Tang Hao beside him, his voice trembling with tears: "Dad! Your hand! Your injury."
Tang Hao raised his only remaining right hand, interrupting Tang San, his voice hoarse but undeniably firm: "I'm fine!"
He glanced at Flander and the others, and asked directly, "Have they left?"
Flanders nodded quickly: "They're gone, they're all gone."
Tang Hao's weathered face revealed little emotion.
But the taut lines of his body relaxed almost imperceptibly.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Sudden!
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, his body swayed violently, and with a "pfft," a large mouthful of dark red blood gushed out!
"Dad!" Tang San was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.
I told you I'm fine!
Tang Hao frowned, forcefully suppressing the surging blood and qi.
Somewhat displeased with Tang San's overreaction, he said sternly, "It's just an old injury flaring up!"
"This isn't the place to talk." Tang Hao looked around, forcing himself to stay upright. "Let's go inside the academy to talk."
Flanders immediately understood and hurriedly said, "Quickly, please come in!"
The group hurried into Flanders' office.
Tang Hao waved for Dai Mubai and the other students to leave, leaving only Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Zhao Wuji.
The door closed.
Tang Hao took a deep breath, got straight to the point, and looked at Tang San with a deep gaze:
"Mistress, I know you must be filled with questions right now. Questions about me, and about your mother."
Tang San nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with longing; he was so eager!
But Tang Hao stared at him with a scrutinizing gaze, his voice low and serious: "Your strength is far from sufficient! You don't yet meet my expectations! So, there are some things you are not qualified to know right now."
He then changed the subject: "However, I can still answer some of your questions. Now, ask away."
Upon hearing this, Tang San clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms.
Am I unworthy to know everything because I'm too weak?
He remained silent for a long time before asking his first question: "Dad, are you a Title Douluo?"
"Before, yes." Tang Hao glanced at his empty left shoulder, where ice still clung to the severed area. "Now, my soul power has dropped to the Soul Douluo level."
His tone was calm, but there was a hint of weakness that was barely perceptible.
Seeing his father's empty sleeve, Tang San's eyes instantly turned red. Intense anger and immense grief intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He fought back tears and continued, "The woman next to Dongfang Jing...is she really my mother?"
The moment Tang Hao mentioned Ah Yin, the image of her embracing Dongfang Jing with tender, gentle eyes flashed before his eyes.
A surge of intense, pent-up anger rushed to his head, his chest heaved, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.
He gritted his teeth and forced out a single word: "Yes."
"Then why did Mom do that?!"
"Don't think too much about Ah Yin's matter for now!" Tang Hao rudely interrupted Tang San's questioning, his tone filled with frustration and pain. "You just need to remember one thing! Your mother must have some unavoidable hardship! Or... or her mind has been controlled by those bastards!"
Tang Hao's tone was resolute, as if he were convincing himself.
He continued, "I know your mother too well! Deep down, she still loves us, father and son, very much! There's no doubt about that! Those people must have used some despicable means!"
"Mom," Tang San murmured, deeply moved by the image of his mother described by his father, his eyes welling up with tears.
Immediately, a strong fire of jealousy ignited in his heart again.
Oriental Mirror!
Why should he get to enjoy his mother's warm embrace? Why?!
Seeing the mixture of emotion, anger, and jealousy on his son's face, Tang Hao understood his thoughts. Instead, he nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval: "Very good! It seems you haven't lost your fighting spirit because the enemy is strong! This is the son of Tang Hao!"
But Tang San still lacked confidence: "Dad...can I really...defeat Dongfang Jing? Besides, he...he has guards around him."
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