Surrounded by an entire ring of furious Titled Douluo, Tang Hao's mind sank completely into the abyss.
Forcibly take Ah Yin away?
Dream on.
At this moment, a twisted, venomous thought surfaced in his collapsing mind—
If I had known this would happen…
If I had known she'd throw herself into another man's arms after resurrecting…
…it would've been better to leave her rotting in that cave!
At least then, she would still belong to him alone.
At least then, he wouldn't have lost his hundred-thousand-year spirit ring…
…only to watch her betray him right after resurrecting.
"If you have nothing else, then leave my Feng Ran Pavilion."
Lin Feng's calm voice carried a trace of impatience.
"Don't get in the way of my business."
The spirit ring had been successfully "signed for."
The delivery had been received.
As far as Lin Feng was concerned—
Tang Hao's usefulness had ended.
Why would he keep a malfunctioning courier around for dinner?
Hearing that, Tang Hao's head snapped up.
Leave?
He couldn't leave!
He couldn't accept that Ah Yin—whom he sacrificed EVERYTHING for—was now someone else's possession!
"Before I take Ah Yin away, I absolutely will not leave!!"
Tang Hao roared, every word squeezed from madness and despair.
Tragic.
Heart-rending.
—
And then—
BANG!
A muffled crack.
A massive fist slammed down on the back of Tang Hao's head.
Devil Bear Douluo's pot-sized fist hit like a meteor.
"You motherf—"
Tang Hao's curse never finished.
Blackness swallowed his vision.
His eyes rolled back.
And he collapsed face-first onto the floor, unconscious, his expression still twisted in rage.
The restaurant fell silent.
Everyone looked at Devil Bear Douluo.
Devil Bear Douluo nonchalantly blew on his knuckles.
Then muttered in genuine confusion:
"Is he… dumber than me?"
"With so many of us here, he thinks he gets to choose whether he leaves or not?"
He turned around, waving at the others.
"Well? Come help. Throw him out."
Everyone: "…"
Gold Crocodile, Ghost, Chrysanthemum, Saint Dragon… all exchanged looks.
They looked at Tang Hao—the unconscious pile of mud on the floor.
Then at Devil Bear Douluo, the simpleton with the "help me" gesture.
For a moment…
An absurd thought flashed across all their minds simultaneously.
Could it be…
…that this big oaf was actually a wise sage pretending to be a fool?
Look at that solution!
Simple.
Direct.
Violence-free.
Effective.
Tang Hao was making a commotion.
Argument was useless.
Fighting would look bad.
But Devil Bear?
One punch. Peace restored.
Was this the legendary—
"The Great Dao Is Simple"?
Devil Bear Douluo saw no one moving.
His nose almost blew steam.
"What're you all staring at?!"
"You're all way stronger than me, but lazier than me too!"
"I despise you!"
Finally losing patience, he bent down, grabbed Tang Hao like a stray chicken by the collar, and dragged him away.
"Throw him far…
So he doesn't come back to bother us."
He stomped off toward the door, still muttering.
The hall stared after him, speechless.
Then—
Their collective conclusion:
No.
He's definitely just stupid.
Not wise.
Just stupid.
Not long after Devil Bear Douluo "took out the trash"—
a sharp whistling tore through the sky from afar!
A blinding golden streak shot down like a falling star—
landing at the door of Feng Ran Pavilion with a heavy thud!
Qian Daoliu had returned.
He had flown at full speed, tearing across half the continent to rush back before nightfall.
The moment he stepped into the shop, he didn't greet anyone.
He didn't look around.
He didn't even glance at Ah Yin, who was still hanging from Lin Feng like a blue-haired koala.
He just burst out:
"Senior! Five bowls of egg fried rice!!"
His voice shook half the restaurant.
Lin Feng's clone was already working in the kitchen.
The real Lin Feng reclined lazily in his chair, eyes drifting over Qian Daoliu—
then toward the empty entrance.
Then back again.
…
Where was she?
Where was the large leek?
Where was the big cabbage he was supposed to bring back?
Lin Feng's eyebrow twitched.
His mood dipped.
This old man's efficiency… was very questionable.
He came back alone.
Not even a single strand of leek.
Just as Lin Feng pondered whether he should deduct one bowl of egg fried rice as punishment—
a warm floral scent rose from his chest.
Ah Yin sensed the subtle shift in his mood.
Her soft body wriggled lightly in his arms as she rubbed her cheek gently against his jaw.
"Master…"
She reached up, her delicate fingers touching his brow.
"Are you unhappy?"
Lin Feng glanced down at her clear azure eyes.
All displeasure evaporated instantly.
Forget it.
If he didn't bring the leek… then he didn't bring it.
Today wasn't a total loss anyway.
Soon, five giant bowls of egg fried rice were served by Hu Liena.
Golden, steaming, fragrant.
Qian Daoliu immediately grabbed a sea-bowl bigger than his face and began devouring wildly—
like a starving refugee who hadn't eaten in three days.
Gold Crocodile Douluo leaned close, whispering:
"Big brother… didn't you go to 'invite'—cough—
Sea God Douluo to serve as our Pavilion guard?"
"Why did you come back alone?
Where is she?"
At the mention of "Sea God Douluo," Qian Daoliu's hand froze.
Only then did he remember—
He had gone to Sea God Island on a mission.
He had promised Senior.
Guaranteed success.
vowed he would dig up that leek!
But now—
Qian Daoliu's neck creaked as he slowly lifted his head—
like a rusty machine.
He looked toward the counter.
Senior was leisurely stroking the little blue-haired head in his arms.
The senior casually turned his gaze toward Qian Daoliu.
That one faint, expressionless glance—
made Qian Daoliu's scalp explode.
His heart trembled.
Then—
CLANG!!!
He slammed his sea-bowl onto the table!
Rice flew everywhere.
The level 99 Super Douluo—
High Priest of the Spirit Hall—
face red, beard trembling, chest heaving—
suddenly erupted in righteous fury:
"Senior!! That woman—Poseidon is simply ignorant of what's good for her!!!"