"Young Master Le?" Hong Tianbao called out, but there was no reply. The courtyard was small, yet densely packed with several rooms.
"Where's our Young Master Le?" He had no choice but to turn and glare at Xiuxiang.
Song Xiuyang casually pointed to a room. "He's in there."
Hong Tianbao wasted no time. He led his men in, pushing the door open. In the light spilling from the doorway, they could vaguely make out a figure lying on a wooden plank.
Despite the commotion they were making, the figure didn't stir. Hong Tianbao's heart leaped into his throat. He rushed to the man's side. The moment his hand touched him, it felt scorching hot. When he turned the man's face to see it, Hong Tianbao panicked.
"Quick! Get Young Master Le out of here!"
The two brawny servants didn't dare to hesitate. One squatted down while the other quickly helped lift the man onto his back. With the man on his shoulders, he immediately ran outside.
