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Chapter 70 Tang San: Qin Xiao really deserves to die! (5500)_1

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"It's you!"

"Du Gu Bo!"

Tang Hao's pupils sharply constricted, recognizing the old man before the girl.

"Grandpa, you're finally back. This father and son duo look shady at first glance, definitely not up to any good," the girl said.

"After I showed up, they even tried to harm me."

Upon seeing Du Gu Bo's arrival, Dugu Yan was like a person who had found her mainstay.

All her grievances burst out at once.

Tears swirled in her eyes, painting the picture of pitiable vulnerability.

"Yanyan, don't be scared. Your grandpa's back, isn't he?"

"Rest assured, I'll definitely seek justice for you," said Du Gu Bo.

After placating Dugu Yan with a few words, Du Gu Bo turned his head to look at Tang Hao.

In a flash, his gaze turned icy cold.

He coldly asked, "Tang Hao, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

You're actually demanding an explanation from me?

Do you think I'm going to apologize to your granddaughter?

What a joke, facing someone like Qin Xiao, I, Tang Hao, have never bowed my head. Why would I care about the feelings of a mere Ninety-Second Level Titled Douluo?

Fury fumed within Tang Hao, his brows tightly knitted together. Was he to be pinched by every Tom, Dick, and Harry now?

But, in the very next moment, he sensed something unusual beside him.

Tang Hao looked down to find Tang San tugging at the hem of his garment, subtly shaking his head.

Instantly, Tang Hao understood Tang San's message.

It was a plea for him not to act rashly.

Seeing this, Tang Hao couldn't help but consider some thoughts.

"Indeed, Du Gu Bo's presence here likely has something to do with the Immortal Herbs. It's even possible that the Immortal Herbs could be gathered by him..."

"I really can't afford to offend Du Gu Bo for the moment. To get the Immortal Herbs, I'll need to work through him."

Tang Hao hadn't given up on the Immortal Herbs.

His expression softened somewhat as he said in a lower voice, "Earlier, I was indeed too rash. Please forgive me."

At the same time, he gave a fist and palm salute.

Tang Hao is apologizing to me so easily?

Conversely, Du Gu Bo was taken aback by Tang Hao's actions.

Was this the domineering Hao Tian Douluo he knew?

Subconsciously, he touched his ear, disbelievingly saying, "Am I hearing this right? The esteemed Hao Tian Douluo, is this submission from you?"

Of course, his expression wasn't all an act; at least a third of his surprise was genuine.

After all, Tang Hao was notorious for his dominance back in his days in Soul Land.

To those weaker than him, he was always dismissive.

Tang Hao clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress the rage within him, and then spoke in a low voice, "People always change."

"Ah, such an acknowledgment that people change. It seems Hao Tian Douluo hasn't been spared by the harsh realities of life," Du Gu Bo remarked.

"Alright, since you've apologized, you can leave now."

"But remember, don't come back here. You are not welcome."

Du Gu Bo spoke with a grave voice.

Since Tang Hao had humbled himself, Du Gu Bo was quite content. This would be a good story to boast about for a while.

He couldn't push people too far—after all, even a cornered dog will leap over a wall, let alone Tang Hao.

However...

Before Du Gu Bo's order to leave, both Tang Hao and Tang San remained unmoved.

"What, you're not leaving now? Waiting to be asked to dinner?" Du Gu Bo frowned.

This comment made Tang Hao quite uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for the fact that his goal had not yet been achieved, he would have really liked to give Du Gu Bo a good thrashing.

To the side, Tang San knew it was time to break the silence.

Otherwise, Tang Hao might lose control.

He stepped forward two paces, fists and palms together, and said, "Senior, there is one more matter I wish to discuss, although I'm unsure if it's appropriate to do so."

Impatiently, Du Gu Bo waved his hand, "If it's inappropriate, don't waste time."

Tang San: ψ(*`ー´)ψ.

Is this really the way to be polite? Tang San felt a wave of frustration. He was certain that someone like Du Gu Bo must have no friends.

"Stay calm, Tang San. Whether it's to get the Immortal Herbs or find out where they are, you must remain calm," he reminded himself.

Tang San tried hard to regulate his breathing, to stabilize his emotions, restraining the urge to have Tang Hao crush Du Gu Bo.

He took a deep breath...

and felt a significant relief from his internal injuries.

Pointing at Dugu Yan beside Du Gu Bo, he said, "Senior, you wouldn't want anything adverse to happen to your granddaughter, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Du Gu Bo's pupils sharply constricted once more.

This scene felt so damned familiar!

Abruptly, the image of Qin Xiao appeared in his mind.

"What nonsense are you spouting, boy?" he said, his face showing a grim mood, perhaps stirred by the painful memory.

"Senior, your granddaughter is deeply poisoned. If not treated promptly, future troubles will be endless," Tang San said earnestly.

This was no fabrication. He was proficient in the techniques, martial arts, hidden weapons, and poisons of the Tang Sect.

From Dugu Yan's state and demeanor, he could tell she was indeed afflicted with a peculiar poison.

And this toxin might very well stem from the Martial Soul itself.

Soon, he noted Dugu Yan's expression tensing up the moment he finished speaking.

Du Gu Bo also frowned.

"Heh, they deny it verbally, but it seems I've hit the nail on the head..." Tang San thought to himself, smirking inwardly.

He believed the real negotiations were about to begin.

After a moment of silence...

Du Gu Bo and Dugu Yan exchanged glances, then turned to Tang San and asked, "Young man, can you really cure this poison?"

"Of course," Tang San replied confidently, nodding. "With the abundant Spiritual Medicine here, all I need are fifty or sixty different kinds, and the poison will be cured!"

How much?

Fifty or sixty kinds?

Du Gu Bo instantly lost interest.

This young man wasn't looking to concoct an antidote; it seemed he was after his very life.