"Eldest Young Master, the people have been brought!"
Liang Army Camp.
Li Qingmu, dressed in casual attire, leaned against a soft couch, while outside the tent came two men in black, each carrying two young men inside.
"Bang, bang!"
The two were thrown to the ground like dead dogs, and despite the loud noise, they showed no sign of waking or moving.
Li Qingmu's gaze, cold and indifferent, fell upon them, and he said lightly, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's an honor for us to serve the Eldest Young Master!"
They exchanged pleasantries and then left.
As soon as the men in black left, several soldiers came in, holding ropes, swiftly binding Chang Zhen and Cao Anxing.
Once the busy work was done, the two finally awoke.
The first to wake was Chang Zhen. He looked around in confusion, finding the unfamiliar environment, and then discovered his hands and feet were bound.
