At this moment, the butler, Qin Fu, rushed in, panic written all over his face, "Young Master Tao Yuan is dead."
"What?" Qin Biao's face changed upon hearing this.
"That idiot drove himself into the river," Qin Fu said angrily.
"Alright, I get it," Qin Biao waved his hand, frowning.
Just then, Qin Biao's phone rang, and a cold voice came from the other end, "Haven't you captured Qiao Xue yet?"
"Master, I've run into some trouble, I'm afraid..."
"I've said before I don't need any excuses. You have three more days, otherwise, you know the consequences," the voice said coldly.
The call ended, and Qin Biao frowned.
"What's wrong, young master?" Qin Fu asked while looking at Qin Biao's distressed expression.
"Have Hei Feng come at once," Qin Biao said expressionlessly.
"Yes!" Qin Fu responded and turned to leave.
At this time, a burly strongman walked in from outside.
"Young master, do you need something from me?" Hei Feng asked in a cold voice.
