"I...." As Qiao Lansheng said this, the sound of fighting suddenly came from outside. The two looked at each other and quickly looked out the window.
They saw Zhou Huaiming rushing in with several times more people than their men. In just a short while, more than half of their men were killed.
When the young master saw this, he was so angry that he wanted to give Qiao Lansheng a hard slap. It seemed like an inexperienced person couldn't be put in an important position, no matter how smart they were. However, he knew that now was not the time to be angry.
He immediately pushed the bookcase aside, opened a five-foot tall, half-meter-wide sliding door, and quickly jumped in.
Qiao Lansheng immediately chased after him. The young master, who was about to close the door, hesitated for a moment before letting him in. He then closed the door and said, "Remember, your sister is still in my hands."
