People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 64: Promise Me a Request**  

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to respond.  

To locate him, his elder brother had offered a bounty of 100 gold soul coins. No wonder the driver betrayed him—the difference in rewards was staggering. A 50-fold increase was too tempting for anyone who wasn't bound by strict principles.  

As the reality set in, Yu Xiaogang's shoulders slumped, and the light in his eyes dimmed.  

Yu Xiaolong, observing his brother's defeated demeanor, turned to the driver and spoke calmly, "Thank you for your assistance in this matter. You may leave now."  

The driver nodded and, to everyone's surprise, retrieved two gold soul coins from his pocket. He placed them carefully on the bed where Yu Xiaogang sat.  

"Here's your payment back. Don't say I don't honor my word. I'll be taking my leave now."  

With that, the driver hurriedly exited the room. Yu Xiaogang, now visibly livid, nearly coughed up blood in frustration.  

Yu Xiaolong sighed heavily, then addressed his younger brother with a tone of warning.  

"Second Brother, can you stop causing trouble? What you've done at the Great Fighting Soul Arena has already brought disgrace to the family. If you refuse to return and the elders or Second Uncle find out, not even Father will be able to protect you.  

"Moreover, that woman—Bibi Dong—is not just anyone. She's the sole disciple of the Spirit Hall's Pope and is being groomed as the next Pope. Even if, hypothetically, she reciprocated your feelings—which she doesn't—there's no way the Spirit Hall would let her go. You're chasing an impossible dream."  

As the saying goes, "those on the outside see things clearly, while those involved remain blind." Yu Xiaolong could see the situation for what it was, but Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to listen.  

To Yu Xiaogang, the only obstacle between him and Bibi Dong was Zhao Ling. If Zhao Ling were out of the picture, he believed he could win Bibi Dong's heart.  

In his mind, their status difference wasn't insurmountable. Love, after all, could conquer all, and he was confident that Miss Dong'er would understand his sincerity.  

"Brother, save your breath," Yu Xiaogang said coldly. "I've already made up my mind. Even if you drag me back to the family, I'll escape sooner or later.  

"No one can deter me from being with Miss Dong'er. As long as she doesn't abandon me, I, Yu Xiaogang, will remain by her side until death."  

His resolute tone made Yu Xiaolong want to smash his head against a wall. He couldn't fathom how his younger brother could be so stubborn. From an outsider's perspective, Yu Xiaogang's words might make him sound like a romantic hero. But to Yu Xiaolong, they were simply infuriating.  

Clenching his fists tightly, Yu Xiaolong forced himself to remain calm, resisting the urge to slap some sense into his brother.  

"Second Brother, let me make this clear," he said firmly. "This is an order from Father. I will take you back to the family, even if I have to break your legs to do so.  

"However, I'm willing to grant you one request. As long as it's within my power, I'll agree to it. This is my bottom line—don't push your luck."  

Yu Xiaogang fell silent. He understood that his elder brother meant every word. If it weren't for Yu Xiaolong's familial affection, someone else would have come for him—someone who wouldn't hesitate to use force.  

Realizing he had no choice but to return, Yu Xiaogang devised a plan. If he had to go back, he would at least ensure Zhao Ling paid a price first. Ideally, his elder brother could deliver a beating so severe that Zhao Ling would flee Soto City, leaving Miss Dong'er behind.  

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up. While he might be considered the shame of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, his elder brother was not.  

Yu Xiaolong was a prodigy who had inherited their family's martial soul to perfection. Among his peers, he was only slightly less renowned than the "Haotian Twin Stars" of the Haotian Sect. Dealing with someone like Zhao Ling should be a trivial matter for him.  

The only concern was Zhao Ling's peculiar soul skill, which could transfer damage to others when he slapped himself. Yu Xiaogang had experienced it firsthand—losing all ten of his teeth in the process.  

Gathering his thoughts, Yu Xiaogang turned to Yu Xiaolong and spoke solemnly.  

"Alright, Big Brother. I'll agree to return to the family with you, but on one condition: you have to help me teach someone a lesson. His surname is Zhao, and he's repeatedly humiliated me. Most of my injuries are because of him."  

Yu Xiaolong suppressed a sigh. He didn't believe his brother's claims entirely. From his inquiries, it was clear that most of Yu Xiaogang's troubles stemmed from Bibi Dong and her allies in the Spirit Hall.  

However, if dealing with this Zhao Ling character could coax his brother into returning home, Yu Xiaolong was willing to oblige.  

"The man surnamed Zhao…" Yu Xiaolong thought. "He has no real power or influence. He's only dared to provoke my brother because of his association with the Spirit Hall. It's time he paid the price for his arrogance."  

A cold smile spread across Yu Xiaolong's face.  

"Fine. I'll help you," he agreed. "But let me be clear—once this is done, you will return to the family with me without complaint. If you try to back out, don't blame me for being ruthless."  

Hearing his brother's agreement, Yu Xiaogang beamed with excitement.  

"No problem, Big Brother! As long as you deal with that beast Zhao, I'll go back with you immediately. I won't rest in peace until I see him suffer!"  

Yu Xiaolong frowned at the melodramatic tone. "Stop talking nonsense. If you keep it up, do you want me to beat you first?"  

"Yes, Big Brother! I'll stop!" Yu Xiaogang said quickly, grinning like a child.  

Suddenly, his expression turned serious as he remembered Zhao Ling's unique soul skill.  

"By the way, Big Brother, be careful. Zhao Ling has a peculiar soul skill that allows him to transfer damage to others when he slaps his own face. Don't underestimate him—he's trickier than he seems."  

Yu Xiaolong's frown deepened. He'd never heard of such a skill, but he wasn't concerned. In his eyes, absolute strength could overcome any scheme or gimmick.  

"Let him try his tricks," Yu Xiaolong muttered to himself. "We'll see how far they get him."  

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