Capítulo 51: Chapter 51
**Chapter 51: So Ruthless?**
The thrill of revenge twisted Yu Xiaogang's face into a grotesque mask, his eyes glinting with madness.
'Zhao, you're done for!'
Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to hurl the chair in his hand at Zhao Ling, a sharp kick landed on his left waist, sending him staggering and flying two meters away. The wooden chair clattered to the ground as pain exploded in his side.
Before he could fully register the burning agony in his waist, the person who had kicked him snatched up the chair and smashed it across his back. Harsh curses accompanied the attack.
"You dare to assault Boss Zhao? Are you looking to die? Damn you! What the hell were you thinking?"
The brutal force of the blow hit Yu Xiaogang like a boulder. The first strike made his vision darken. By the time the second hit landed, he was already collapsing into unconsciousness.
'What just happened?' Yu Xiaogang's fading mind raced. 'I was so cautious… I planned everything so carefully… How did this happen again? God, can't you let me teach Zhao a lesson just this once?'
He tried to turn his head to see who had ambushed him but failed. Darkness claimed him.
The commotion naturally drew the attention of hundreds of onlookers.
Zhao Ling and Ah Yin turned around in confusion, their gazes falling on Qian Hu of the Spirit Hall. He stood over Yu Xiaogang's crumpled form, holding the broken chair.
Sensing Zhao Ling's questioning look, Qian Hu immediately plastered on a fawning smile.
"Boss Zhao, I saw this guy sneaking up on you just now. He must have been planning something nasty, so I kicked him down and taught him a lesson. Are you alright?"
Zhao Ling glanced at Yu Xiaogang's unconscious figure with a trace of pity, unsure whether to laugh or criticize. This guy really had the worst luck.
He'd tried to launch a sneak attack and failed miserably—discovered by Qian Hu and knocked out cold. It was downright pitiful.
Honestly, Zhao Ling had been too engrossed in watching the battle between Bibi Dong and her opponent to notice Yu Xiaogang's attempted ambush. But even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. With his current strength and the enhancements from the *Primary Wild Combat Body*, Yu Xiaogang's feeble attack wouldn't have caused a scratch.
Even if Tang Hao himself swung the Clear Sky Hammer with all his might, Zhao Ling doubted it could harm him at this stage.
Confident in his abilities, Zhao Ling hadn't bothered to take any precautions. Now, he lazily pointed to the person in charge of the Great Fighting Soul Arena, who stood on a distant high platform, and gave Qian Hu an indifferent order.
"Don't smash him again, or he might actually die. Just hand him over to the Great Fighting Soul Arena staff. Let them deal with him. No one should die here—it's bad for their reputation."
Qian Hu, though obedient, didn't fully understand Zhao Ling's reasoning.
'Why let this fool live?' he thought. 'Killing him outright would save everyone a lot of trouble. And what's the point of giving face to the Great Fighting Soul Arena? Boss Zhao is a powerful Titled Douluo. Why should he care about their reputation?'
To Qian Hu, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's own Titled Douluo was no match for Zhao Ling. Even Elder Ju had admitted as much. As for the Pope? She might not even rival Boss Zhao. And that old loach from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family? Laughable.
What Qian Hu didn't realize was that Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong shared the same thought: killing Yu Xiaogang would be as easy as squashing an ant. But why waste a perfectly good plaything? A fool like Yu Xiaogang deserved to be tortured slowly—there was plenty of time for that.
Despite his confusion, Qian Hu obediently dragged Yu Xiaogang to the person in charge of the Great Fighting Soul Arena. He dumped him unceremoniously on the ground and said nonchalantly, "Boss Zhao says this is your problem now. Handle it."
Then, without another word, Qian Hu turned and walked away, ignoring the bewildered look on the manager's face.
The person in charge slapped a hand to his forehead, exasperated.
"This idiot again?" he muttered. 'What kind of karma did we earn to be stuck dealing with this fool?'
Yu Xiaogang, the second young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, was an ongoing headache. After finally recovering from his previous injuries, here he was causing more trouble. Sneaking around, failing miserably, and getting knocked out—again.
The manager sighed deeply. He couldn't just throw Yu Xiaogang out; that might provoke the wrath of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. With no other choice, he called for a healing soul saint to treat the unconscious troublemaker.
When the healer arrived, he took one look at Yu Xiaogang's battered form and groaned.
"Not him again! Didn't I just patch him up a few days ago? This makes five or six times now. Can't he just behave himself for once? What's the point of me wasting my skills on this guy?"
The manager quickly appeased the healer with a hefty reward, and the man grudgingly set to work.
Yu Xiaogang's injuries were severe: a broken thoracic vertebra and extensive damage to his left kidney. Even after three hours of effort, the healer could only restore him to about 60% of his original condition. Exhausted, the healer cursed under his breath but kept his complaints to himself.
The manager ordered his staff to carry Yu Xiaogang away. As the fool was hauled off, the manager stared after him, lost in thought.
'How can I profit from this?' he mused. 'I've saved the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family's second young master so many times now. Surely, they owe me something. I should've asked for more compensation…'
With another weary sigh, he began planning his next steps.
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