Chapter 95: Naive Tang San

"You should be fine on your own turf, I don't need to protect you anymore. You go have dinner with him, I'll go upstairs and see if anyone's causing trouble."

As soon as Li Qing and Gu Rong arrived at Tiangshang Renjian Entertainment City, Gu Rong slipped away.

Don't misunderstand, he wasn't very interested in that kind of thing; he just wanted to stretch his muscles and listen to the tragic stories of those poor people.

Stories about gambling fathers, sick mothers, younger brothers in school, and broken homes.

Everyone had different tragic family backgrounds and life experiences, and their performances were so vivid and emotional, just like listening to a storybook.

It was quite interesting.

Watching Gu Rong's retreating back, Li Qing shook his head helplessly. For an old man to have such enthusiasm for pure-vegetarian projects, it showed how well their stories were told.

It showed how well their stories were told.

Li Qing arrived outside a private room and pushed the door open.

Qian Renxue, dressed as a man, stood up and said with a smile, "Brother Li Qing, it's only been half a month, and I hear you've caused another big stir?"

"Don't even mention it."

Li Qing sat down, his face full of exasperation: "That idiot came to me, and not only that, he was yelling and trying to get people to kill me.

How could I tolerate that?"

Qian Renxue nodded and said, "That indeed cannot be tolerated."

"It's just that although Yu Xiaogang is a good-for-nothing, I heard he has a close relationship with Bibi Dong. Aren't you afraid that killing him will bring unnecessary trouble?"

Li Qing said, "I did consider that."

"However, Spirit Hall, apart from a very few individuals, is not generally considered utterly evil. This can be seen from the fact that they let Tang Xiao go."

"And it's not worth it to come after me for such a good-for-nothing."

From Xue Qinghe's perspective, Li Qing's words might be a bit inappropriate, as they seemed to lean towards Spirit Hall.

But from Qian Renxue's perspective, there was no problem.

Moreover, Li Qing was not a member of the Heaven Dou Imperial family, so he was free to speak his mind.

With Dugu Bo and others protecting him, even if he said something that didn't align with the political stance, the Heaven Dou Imperial family wouldn't dare do anything to him, and Qian Renxue certainly wouldn't spread these words.

"Brother Li Qing, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to speak well of Spirit Hall in front of me?"

Although Qian Renxue was very pleased with Li Qing's attitude towards Spirit Hall, she didn't dare forget her superficial identity, so she feigned exasperation and said this.

Li Qing said indifferently, "I'm just stating the facts. You're not that narrow-minded."

"However, Bibi Dong, this woman, is ambitious, and not just a little. Moreover, she has a problem with her brain. I feel that if Spirit Hall is left in her hands, it will sooner or later be ruined."

Qian Renxue thought to herself, "It seems I'm not the only one who thinks she's crazy."

But with me around, Spirit Hall will absolutely not fall. Once I take over the Heaven Dou Empire and prove myself, I'll let her retire and enjoy her golden years.

The few people, including Tang San, who went up to the second floor finally understood what the so-called special projects were. Initially, Tang San was resistant,

But after learning there were pure-vegetarian projects for stretching muscles.

He didn't say anything more.

As for Dai Mubai and the others, they naturally couldn't wait to begin their special experience journey.

Because the projects were different, Tang San was ultimately led to a separate room. He first tasted the food there, and then began his project experience.

How to put it.

The so-called muscle stretching seemed a bit too amateurish for him, who was proficient in medicine and poison, but it gave him an indescribable sense of comfort.

In addition, the technician, Eight, was very talkative, which gradually relaxed him, who had been a bit nervous at first.

"I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it."

A relaxed Tang San couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity. The other party was outstanding in both looks and figure, so why would she choose to do this kind of work?

Eight said, "There's nothing to it, just ask."

"You have the looks, you have the figure, doing anything else would be more respectable than this job. Of course, I don't mean to look down on you, don't misunderstand."

Tang San realized his words might be inappropriate halfway through and quickly explained.

Eight said gracefully, "You don't need to explain, I know my job isn't presentable, but if I could,

Who would want to do this kind of work?"

"Oh?"

Tang San's eyes narrowed as he asked, "Could it be that you were forced?"

Eight smiled, "No, that's not it. My father owes a large gambling debt, and if he can't pay it back, they'll chop off his hands and feet.

And this job pays relatively well, so—."

Tang San glanced at her and noticed that although she was smiling, her smile was full of helplessness.

He actually saw multiple emotions in one person's smile: anger at the injustice of fate, and helplessness and compromise towards life and reality.

For some reason, at that moment, Tang San felt a strange sensation in his heart; he couldn't tell if it was pity or sympathy, but he wanted to help her. So he instinctively said, "How much gambling debt does your father owe? I'll help you pay it back."

The old Tang San might not have dared to say this, but the current him was not short of money.

Eight, hearing this, shook her head helplessly: "It's no use, even if you help him pay it back, he'll keep gambling, and next time he'll only owe more."

Tang San heard this and immediately became angry: "Why do you still care about such a person?"

"He's my father."

Eight's simple four words conveyed a deep sense of bitterness and helplessness, making Tang San fall silent and unconsciously clench his fists, inexplicably feeling an urge to help her completely resolve this trouble.

Eight said, "It's okay, I've gotten used to it."

Her single sentence completely broke Tang San's last psychological defense. He had already made up his mind that no matter what, he would rescue her from this miserable life.

Regardless of whether she wanted it or not.

However, Tang San didn't show it. He merely casually inquired about her family background during their conversation, hoping to find his target this way.

But he was still too naive and was seen through at a glance.

"I know what you want to do, but we're strangers, you don't need to take this risk for me, and no matter what, he's still my father."

"I can't"

"In short, I appreciate your kindness, but let's forget about the rest. If you really want to help me, then come and patronize my business more often."

Tang San fell silent upon hearing this.

A dignified Tang Sect disciple, unable to even handle such a small matter, and being seen through at a glance—it was the first time he felt he had lived such a failure.

However, the more this was the case, the more it stirred his competitive spirit.

"How about this, I won't kill him, but I will help him quit his gambling addiction. If that doesn't work, no matter how much money he owes in the future, I will bear it all."

"Ah?"

Tang San's words completely flustered Eight.