The night breeze was a bit chilly, making Tang San shiver all over.
He stood there like an abandoned child, looking foolish in a dark corner.
On the second floor of the shop, the room was dimly lit by candlelight.
Any adult could guess what was happening inside that room.
"No...no way..."
Tang San retreated while desperately denying it in his mind.
"Dad just misses Mom so much... He was just deceived by that woman..."
"Last time must have been an accident. Dad loves Mom so much, how could he really be addicted to a place like that?"
"That woman must have used some kind of drug! She must have!"
However, reason told him that he was only deceiving himself.
If it only happened once, it could be considered an accident.
But judging from the woman's practiced movements and the father's familiar demeanor, this was clearly not the first time.
It might not even be the tenth time, but the hundredth time!
For over a year now, his father has been missing ever since he left him at the academy.
Tang San had always thought that his father was secretly recuperating from his injuries, preparing for revenge against the Spirit Hall, or hiding in some corner to protect him.
Every time Tang San thought of this, he would be moved to tears, feeling that although he had lost his mother, he still had a great father.
But now, reality has given him a harsh slap in the face.
It turns out that during the time his father disappeared, he wasn't recuperating or protecting him at all.
Instead, they're here, using the money they've stolen from murder to have fun with this prostitute who's like a mother to them!
Tang San felt like he was about to collapse.
"How could it have turned out like this...?"
He leaned against the cold wall, slid to the ground, held his head in his hands, and painfully pulled at his hair.
He wanted to rush in, kill the woman, and drag his father out.
But he didn't dare.
He was afraid to see the disgusting scene inside, he was afraid to see his father completely naked.
Just as Tang San was breaking down below.
On the rooftop opposite this shop, two figures stood side by side, watching everything that was happening below.
"That Tang Dachui is living a pretty comfortable life."
Dongfang Jing's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.
Ah Yin sat beside him, her expression calm beneath the veil, not even a flicker of emotion in her eyes: "Perhaps, this is his true nature."
Ah Yin breathed a sigh of relief.
She used to think Tang Hao was a great hero, how she was blinded by false love...
Ah Yin shook her head, no longer thinking about it, and turned to look at Dongfang Jing, her eyes softening instantly: "Ah Jing, are you going to make a move?"
"Um."
Dongfang Jing pointed to Tang San, who was still burying his face in his hands and crying in the corner below: "While his father was having a good time inside, we were sending his son off on his way outside."
The night wind ruffled the boy's silver hair, and his golden eyes gleamed with a cold light in the darkness.
"Sister Yin, just keep an eye on things from up there, don't get your hands dirty."
Dongfang Jing left behind a sentence, then his figure flashed and he jumped off the roof.
In the alley below.
Tang San was still there, trying to mentally prepare himself.
He thought that no matter what, he had to kill that woman and put an end to his father's hopes.
My father is a titled Douluo, one of the Twin Stars of Haotian. How could he ruin himself for a woman like this?
Yes, everything will be alright once that woman dies!
My father will come to his senses, he will become the powerful Haotian Douluo again, and he will go with me to take revenge!
Thinking of this, Tang San's fighting spirit was rekindled.
He stood up, wiped the tears from his face, and his eyes turned sinister again.
He was going to wait outside for Tang Hao to come out.
He would make his move as soon as Tang Hao left!
"Tap, tap, tap."
Just then, a series of unhurried footsteps came from the alley entrance.
The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet alley.
Tang San was startled and instinctively turned around to look.
In the dim light, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him.
The man was tall and slender, with silver hair that swayed slightly in the night breeze.
When Tang San saw that face clearly, his pupils instantly contracted!
"Dongfang Jing?!"
How is that possible!
What is he doing here?!
Was he following me all along?
Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind in an instant, but his body reacted faster than his mind.
Without any hesitation, he flipped his wrist, and the already-loaded Zhuge Shennu appeared in his hand.
"Go to hell!"
Tang San didn't give the other party a chance to speak and pulled the trigger directly.
"Buzz—!"
With the sound of springs snapping, sixteen crossbow bolts, gleaming with cold light, flew in a fan shape towards Dongfang Jing!
Given how suddenly he appeared and how close he was, even a Soul Emperor would have a hard time dodging!
A hint of pleasure flashed in Tang San's eyes.
However, the next second, his smile froze on his face.
Dongfang Jing merely turned his body slightly to the side, and his casual steps shifted slightly.
With just a few simple shots, all sixteen crossbow bolts, powerful enough to pierce gold and split stone, missed their mark!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With a series of muffled thuds, all the crossbow bolts were embedded in the wall, penetrating three-tenths of an inch, their fletchings still trembling.
That's it?
Dongfang Jing stopped in his tracks, looked at Tang San's horrified face, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
"Tang San, your hidden weapons are fine for ambushing others, but trying to kill me? Are you still dreaming?"
The commotion here was quite significant; there were originally a few drunkards and women soliciting customers in the alley.
Upon hearing the noise and seeing the crossbow bolts deeply embedded in the wall, they were so frightened that they sobered up and scattered in all directions, screaming.
In the blink of an eye, the once bustling alley was now empty except for the two of them.
Tang San looked at the unharmed Dongfang Jing and broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
He knew there was a gap between him and Dongfang Jing, but he didn't expect the gap to be this large.
Zhuge Shennu was dodged so easily?
What a quick reaction! What kind of monster is this guy?!
"Dongfang Jing! You've been following me?!"
Tang San shouted as he quickly retreated, summoning his martial soul at the same time.
Two yellow ones, one purple one, and one black one.
Four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, and blue silver grass swirled around him.
Soul Master, fourth level after ten thousand years – this is the result of his tireless cultivation day and night while simultaneously crafting Tang Sect hidden weapons.
But when Dongfang Jing saw his spirit ring, he chuckled.
"Tang San, with this little strength, how dare you show such killing intent towards me in the Soul Arena? Is your brain full of mush?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Jing's figure disappeared from the spot.
Tang San felt a blur before his eyes, and a strong sense of suffocation instantly overwhelmed him.
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