Gu Chengfeng nonchalantly said, "What's so special about him that makes him worth stealing? He looks like someone who can't even shoulder a load or lift a thing."
This statement lacked logic, who would steal a noble young master for manual labor?
However, the man wearing a bamboo hat didn't delve further. He chuckled and said, "My young master took a liking to him. It used to be a minor fancy, but after getting hurt for him, the price he paid was steep. Now he wants him even more, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste..."
His words abruptly halted as he coughed lightly.
Yet, almost instinctively, two words sprang into Gu Chengfeng's mind: Arm.
Lost an arm.
Was he—?
Gu Chengfeng's eyes widened, his fists clenched tightly!
The man wearing the bamboo hat glanced at the money bag in Gu Chengfeng's hand and laughed, "This is merely a deposit. You'll get ten times more when the job is done."
