"What's going on with them?" Tang Ye frowned, confused as to why Chen Chaoyang and the others were suddenly seized.
"I have no idea either; that group of people just came and started fighting." Li Xiaoyan said anxiously, stomping his foot on the ground.
Tang Ye pondered for a moment with a stern face. However, at this point, a blood-covered figure staggered into the courtyard.
"Boss...Boss, save me! I'm going to die!"
It was Chen Chaoyang. He spoke weakly and collapsed in front of Tang Ye with a crash.
"Young Master Yang, hang in there! Young Master Yang!" Chen Chaoyang twitched his face and glanced at Li Xiaoyan, then shifted his gaze to Tang Ye.
His abdomen had been cut open revealing his innards, blood was everywhere. Li Xiaoyan stared at him, terrified and helpless, finally turning his gaze towards Tang Ye.
"Boss, please save Young Master Yang. He cannot die. As long as you save him, my life, Li Xiaoyan, is yours!"
