"What the hell is going on?"
Xiao Yi's face darkened as he yanked open the carriage curtain.
A strong stench of blood assailed his nostrils.
Xiao Yi's expression changed drastically at the sight within the carriage, where Xue Bufan and Yan Mingli lay breathing faintly. Both men's right arms were amputated at the shoulder, their clothes soaked red with blood, and their pale faces looked even more horrifying under the sunlight.
Xiao Yi's pupils shrank suddenly, his gaze fixed furiously on Ye Heng, "Weren't you supposed to be discussing a partnership with the Nangong Family? How did you end up like this?"
"This, this..."
Ye Heng's face showed hesitation.
Xiao Yi bellowed, "What exactly happened?"
