Douluo: Steal Tang San's luck and become stronger!

After seeing Ding Huo off from the restaurant, the atmosphere in the lobby seemed to relax for a moment, but it was soon replaced by another kind of tension.

The waiter nervously carried the tray over, placing the fine wine and dishes on Tang Lan and her group's table one by one, before quickly retreating as if avoiding a plague.

Chai Yong, standing to the side, had been observing coldly ever since Ding Huo approached him. Though hot-tempered, he wasn't stupid. That cunning old fox Ding Huo had taken the initiative, talked for so long, and even made an agreement before leaving…

This made him somewhat waver in his initial opinion that Tang Lan and the other person were just "naive bystanders." Could these two really have some connection to Ding Huo? Or were they also Ding Huo's "clients"?
When Dante left, he didn't show any particular intimacy or protection towards the two, as if a transaction had been completed. Tang and Lan, after Dante left, simply sat quietly without making any further moves.

After careful observation, Chai Yong concluded that these two individuals didn't seem to have any deep direct connection with Ding Huo; they were likely just "easy targets" that Ding Huo had happened to notice. Since that's the case…

The pent-up anger in his heart, fueled by being ignored by Tang Lan and Ding Huo's "meddling," surged up once more! In particular, when his gaze swept over the aloof and beautiful woman beside Tang Lan, a lewd and violent thought uncontrollably welled up in his mind.

"Humph!"

Chai Yong swept his gaze over again with a fierce look, grinned, revealing his white teeth, and let out a low, threatening laugh.

He no longer concealed his aura, and the unique oppressive feeling of a Title Douluo, like a prehistoric beast, spread out again. Although he did not unleash a wave of soul power at full force as before, it still made the temperature in the entire hall seem to rise by a few degrees.

"Hey, you two!"

Chai Yong tapped his thick fingers on the table, the sound like sandpaper rubbing together.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'm not going to bother with you ignorant fools."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more domineering and impatient.

"Get lost before I change my mind! You're all an eyesore! Don't spoil my drinking!"

As he spoke, Chai Yong grinned wickedly, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Wang Qiu'er beside Tang Lan. His eyes were utterly naked, filled with aggression, possessiveness, and a cruelty akin to that of someone eyeing prey, carrying a domineering air and making no attempt to conceal his wicked intentions.

"of course."

He licked his lips and added, his voice even lower but even more nauseating.

"If this young lady is willing to stay and have a few drinks with me... then that's a different story. As for you..."

He looked at Tang Lan with disdain in his eyes.

"You can get out now."

Having realized that these two men were not directly related to Ding Huo, Chai Yong felt less apprehensive. However, he wasn't entirely without sense. Considering he had important business to attend to that night and didn't want to cause too much of a commotion in the city and attract the attention of the city lord's mansion or other forces, he decided against escalating the conflict to the point of murder.

He planned to use his power and foul language to drive away the arrogant couple, and also to vent his anger by verbally abusing them.

However, he clearly miscalculated.

Faced with Chai Yong's blatant provocation and insults, as well as his repulsive gaze, Tang Lan slowly put down her chopsticks.

He raised his head and looked calmly at Chai Yong. There was no anger or fear in his eyes, only an unfathomable indifference.

"This restaurant."

Tang Lan spoke, her voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a peculiar penetrating power.

"But his surname isn't Chai."

He paused, then continued, his tone as calm as if stating a fact.

“I know you, Chai Yong, ‘Red Tiger’. A level 92 Title Douluo, an outer deacon of the Holy Spirit Cult, your martial soul is the Crimson Flame Tiger King. You are inherently cruel and have killed countless people.”

Chai Yong's pupils contracted, and the fierce smile on his face froze slightly. The other party had actually seen through his identity and background in one breath?! This was no ordinary passerby's feat!
Tang Lan looked at his slightly pale face, shook her head gently, and spoke in a calm tone, but with a condescending air.

“But it’s not enough.”

Although Tang Lan came to gather information, since trouble had come knocking on his door and involved Wang Qiu'er, crossing his bottom line, there was no reason for him to avoid it. Simply backing down would only arouse greater suspicion and encourage the other party to take advantage.

As soon as the words fell——

A powerful aura, no less than that of Chai Yong, erupted from Tang Lan's seemingly ordinary body, like a sleeping dragon awakening!
Scorching? No, not the kind of violent, burning flame aura that Chai Yong possessed.

This aura was more restrained and profound, seemingly encompassing all things yet transcending them! It didn't ostentatiously impact the surroundings, but rather, precisely, like an invisible mountain, pressed down directly on Chai Yong's location!

Under Tang Lan's deliberate control, the level of soul power fluctuations around her was also controlled at around level ninety-two, comparable to Chai Yong! This demonstrated her strength, enough to intimidate, without revealing her trump cards too much.

"boom--!"

Two terrifying auras belonging to Title Douluo collided and compressed silently in the center of the restaurant's lobby! The air hummed under the strain, and fine, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the wooden tabletop and floor between the two! The invisible force field distorted the light, making their figures appear somewhat blurry.

"what?!"

The ferocity and lewdness on Chai Yong's face were instantly replaced by unparalleled shock! He stood up abruptly, the chair behind him shattering into pieces from the violent aura! His eyes widened, staring intently at Tang Lan as if he had seen a ghost, and he let out a low growl.

"You...you're a Title Douluo?!"

He simply couldn't believe his senses! This seemingly ordinary guy, whose soul power fluctuations were as weak as an ant's, was actually a Title Douluo of the same level as him?!

Moreover, the opponent's aura was so solid and imposing, giving him a sense of unshakeable power! How could this be?! When did Title Douluos become so worthless? And so adept at disguise?!

After the initial shock came an even stronger surge of anger and a sense of shame at being deceived, along with a sliver of instinctive vigilance! Why was the other party deliberately concealing their strength and sitting next to him?

"who are you?!"

Chai Yong's voice became hoarse and filled with murderous intent. His crimson soul power surged again, even more violently than before, and a faint tiger's roar could be heard emanating from his body.

"Why have I never seen you before, nor heard of you?!"

The world of Title Douluo isn't huge, but it's not small either. Even if people aren't close, they've all heard of each other's names or characteristics. But this person in front of him, he had absolutely no recollection of him! Sensing the undisguised, equally powerful soul force level emanating from Tang Lan, Chai Yong's anger flared up instantly, as if a bucket of boiling oil had been poured on it!

Two terrifying auras belonging to titled Douluo clashed and struggled silently in the center of the restaurant's lobby, like two invisible mountains crushing each other! The air was compressed, emitting a low hum, and cracks spread silently across the floor and tabletops.

However, what made Chai Yong's heart sink was that the aura emanating from the man in blue opposite him did not weaken in the slightest despite his all-out resistance. On the contrary, it was like a bottomless ancient well, unfathomable and even faintly giving off a sense of...

The trend of reverse suppression! The opponent's soul power fluctuations were clearly controlled at around level ninety-two, similar to his own, but the degree of refinement of that soul power and the indescribable ancient pressure contained in his aura made him feel a chill in his heart!
Upon seeing this, Chai Yong's expression immediately changed. The rage and murderous intent on his face did not subside, but a hint of surprise and caution appeared deep in his eyes.

He wasn't new to the world of Soul Masters; he knew that even among those of the same level, the true combat strength of some powerful individuals could vary drastically. The person before him possessed such a strange and solid aura that he was no ordinary Title Douluo! Moreover, the other party had clearly come prepared, deliberately disguising himself to approach!
He stared intently at Tang Lan, trying to find a flaw or sense of familiarity in her calm face, but to no avail.

Finally, his gaze swept over Wang Qiu'er, who was still sitting quietly beside Tang Lan, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere before them. His apprehension deepened—this woman was probably not simple either!
"Humph!"

Chai Yong let out a heavy groan, like a wounded wild beast.

The crimson soul power on his body slowly receded like a tide, and the violent oppressive feeling also weakened.

He was not backing down, but rather temporarily restraining himself after weighing the pros and cons.

"good very good!"

Chai Yong's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling edge.

"I admit defeat today! I never expected to run into a 'friend' like you in this tiny city of Rose!

He stopped looking at Tang Lan, picked up his straw hat and the unfinished jar of wine from the table, turned and strode towards the restaurant entrance. His heavy footsteps thudded on the wooden floor.

As he left, he turned back and glared fiercely at Tang Lan and the other person with his eyes full of ferocity and resentment, as if to say something.

"This isn't over! Just you wait!"

Then, his figure disappeared into the still torrential rain outside the door, and he was gone in no time.

A deathly silence lasted for several seconds in the restaurant lobby before a sigh of relief and low murmurs broke out.

The patrons and waiters who had kept their distance now looked at Tang Lan and his companion with awe and lingering fear—just who were these "couple" to make the infamous "Crimson Tiger Douluo" retreat?!

The shop assistant came over nervously, wanting to ask but not daring to. Tang Lan waved her hand, indicating that it was nothing, and told him to leave.

"Watching the other person leave."

Wang Qiu'er then spoke softly, her tone tinged with amusement.

"This guy is more tolerant than I thought."

Tang Lan nodded, a look of approval on her face.

"This guy is quite shrewd. He knows that making a move in this restaurant, in full view of everyone, would be too noisy and easily attract the attention of the city lord's mansion and other forces, which would be detrimental to him. So he chose to retreat for the time being."

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and his eyes were deep.

"But it seems he's already got his eye on us. Knowing his personality, he'll never let this go easily. He'll most likely choose a more 'suitable' place and time to come back and settle the score."

Tang Lan said that this suited his wishes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"Coincidentally, 'Red Tiger' Chai Yong is on the list of suspicious evil soul masters that Tao Zuo gave us. He delivered himself to our door, saving us the trouble of searching for him and testing him. We can take this opportunity to find out what he's up to and see if he has any connection with that evil soul tool."

The two said no more, leisurely finished their food and drink, paid the bill, and left Zui Ke Ju. They returned to their rooms at Guangyao Restaurant to rest and wait for night to fall.

As time passed, the rain gradually subsided, finally ceasing completely by evening. The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a pale crescent moon and a few scattered stars. The streets of Rosette, washed clean by the rain, were wet and reflected the faint light, appearing exceptionally quiet.

Night fell, and midnight approached. Tang Lan and Wang Qiu'er changed their clothes and appearances again, this time looking even more ordinary, like the most inconspicuous night travelers, and quietly left Guangyao Restaurant, heading towards Longteng Street in the south of the city.

Longteng Street is the old street of Rose City. The buildings are low and old, and there are few pedestrians at night. Only a few scattered streetlights emit a dim yellow light, which adds to the gloom.

The two walked unhurriedly along the slippery cobblestone path, their footsteps echoing in the empty street. The agreed-upon third stone bridge was already in sight; it was a single-arch stone bridge spanning a small river within the city, with the water flowing gently beneath it, shimmering in the moonlight.

However, before they even reached the bridge, at an intersection about a hundred steps away from the stone bridge, the two encountered a dark figure.

The dark figure stood like an iron tower in the middle of the intersection, blocking the way.

He was also dressed in black, without a straw hat. The moonlight cast a cold shadow on his angular face, marked with claw marks. It was Chai Yong!
He had obviously been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing Tang Lan and Wang Qiu'er approach, Chai Yong's lips slowly parted into a cruel and excited smile, his white teeth appearing somewhat eerie in the moonlight.

"Hehe, they've finally arrived!"

Chai Yong's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, carrying undisguised malice.

"I knew you'd take this route! During the day, there were too many people and too many eyes in the restaurant, so I couldn't make a move. Now... this place is quiet enough, perfect!"

He cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds, and his gaze, like that of a bloodthirsty beast, was fixed firmly on Tang Lan.

"You've been playing tricks on me all day! I'm quite interested in you, and today I'm going to see what real skills you have that you dare to act so high and mighty in front of me!"

Before he finished speaking——

"boom!"

"boom!"

The terrifying auras of two titled Douluo, like dormant volcanoes, erupted from the two of them in an instant, colliding fiercely without reservation!
This time, there were no restaurant walls to obstruct the view, nor any other people's concerns! The clash of pure power and momentum exploded into an invisible storm in the middle of the empty street! The water on the ground was shaken up several feet high, forming a hazy mist! The windows of the old houses on both sides trembled violently, and plaster fell from the walls! (End of this chapter)