Tang God King, brothel crawler—got slapped so hard his face flew outward.
(Please hum to the tune of "Farewell")
*Slap!*
Even from afar, Yuan Longxuan could hear the crisp sound of a palm meeting face.
Curious, he glanced over.....and what did he see? Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, drunk out of their minds, collapsed under a table.
Not far away, in a dimly lit, garish alley, three rather scrawny figures were roughly tossed out by four or five burly men!
"Ptooey! No money and you still come here to play? What a bunch of useless trash!
Thirty gold soul coins for a night with our girls? You think this place is a charity?!"
Following them out was a short, plump, and gaudily dressed madam.
She swept a venomous glare over the three unconscious men sprawled on the ground.
"Hmph! And they call themselves soul masters? Our girls barely got warmed up before you lot finished.
Even among soul masters, you're garbage."
"They're all yours now. Leave one guy to watch the door....just don't let broke freeloaders like these in to take advantage of our girls again!"
With that, the madam swaggered back into the alley. The five brutes exchanged glances, excitement gleaming in their eyes.
"Boss, you guys go first. I'll stand watch—call me when you're done!"
"Fourth brother, you're always the most thoughtful! You lot go ahead. As the leader, I should set an example!"
As the men dragged the three deeper into the alley, Wu Ling and Shui Bing'er finally spoke up.
"That looks like Tang San and Tang Chuan from the Great Spirit Arena back in Soto City. The one beside them is probably Oscar."
"Yeah, seems like it. But people like them deserve it."
Wu Ling and Shui Bing'er exchanged a look, both seeing the same disgust in each other's eyes.
As for Flanders and the others? They were naturally upstairs in a private room, drinking and chatting.
The truth was: Oscar had egged Tang Chuan on to go have some fun.
Tang Chuan thought it sounded good, so he dragged Tang San along.
Tang San initially refused, but he couldn't withstand his "dear" brother's persuasion. Later, they roped in Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.
Those two idiots got completely wasted and forgot they no longer had the... functionality in that department....only remembering once they were carried downstairs.
What followed: Oscar assumed the prices here were the same as in Soto. After the deed...
Ahem! Douluo Continent—the most improper fantasy continent of all. Those in the know understand.
"Let's go. Respect their fate. No need to interfere with their unhealthy lifestyle."
Yuan Longxuan was genuinely speechless. He had barely touched Tang San or Tang Chuan—if he had acted, it was only because they provoked him first.
And now Tang San was reduced to freeloading at brothels?
Still, this reincarnated Tang God King had some tricks: first crippling Tang San's first soul skill, then guiding him into prostitution...
And Tang San truly lived up to his Buddha-level status....sacrificing his own brother's first soul ring, then picking a barely hundred-year one for him.
With these two living Buddhas holding each other back, Yuan Longxuan figured he wouldn't even need to lift a finger—they'd wipe themselves out.
As for that old fogey Tang Hao? He was truly shameless.
A marriage with no emotional foundation, treating his kid like something picked from the trash.
According to the tracker Yuan Longxuan had left on him, Tang Hao was currently over a thousand kilometers away, drinking in a tavern in the Star Luo Empire's capital.
Tsk. Had Tang Hao really succeeded in free-range parenting those two turtle sons?
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit alley tavern in Star Luo City, Tang Hao casually tossed out dozens of gold soul coins.
Though his clothes were ragged, he actually had a heavily made-up nightclub girl draped in his arms!
"Aiya~ Brother Ritian, you're so naughty—so manly~"
The painted woman coquettishly whined in Tang Hao's embrace.
Hearing her voice, he slammed back a mouthful of strong liquor.
"Hahaha!!!"
"Of course! This daddy Tang Ritian is the manliest man there is!"
The nightclub girl inwardly: Damn it—if not for the money (mental distress compensation), there's no way I'd let a stinking beggar like you hold me!
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