Xu Ning heard the voices and quickly went outside.
Before Han Huxiao left, he said that it would take a month before he would return, but now it had only been a few days before he returned in a hurry—something must have happened.
When Xu Ning saw Han Huxiao, he had already passed through the foyer and arrived at the backyard.
Currently, Han Huxiao had lost his previous mighty aura.
His clothes were torn, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloody. In his current dilapidated state, he was being held up by Han Yue and Du Che.
There were several people behind them with injuries ranging from minor to severe.
"What happened?"
Xu Ning quickly asked.
Du Che looked mournful. "We were targeted!"
"The caravan hiring our escort team was actually a cover."
