Yang Zhuo, alive or dead?
The two Yang Family guards stared blankly at one another, clearly having no idea what was going on.
And as for 'coming out to receive His Majesty'—what the hell was that about?
"Damn it, hurry up and go!"
Just then, the mustached man, on the verge of death, used every last ounce of his strength to crawl out of the gunny sack. "Quick, go get the Patriarch!"
The two guards nodded their heads frantically, and one of them immediately bolted into the Yang Family estate.
"Master!"
"Master, this is bad! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"
Seeing the mustached man's grievous injuries and recalling the words about Yang Zhuo's uncertain fate, the Yang Family guard flew into a panic.
"Silence!"
With the cold shout, a man in his fifties with a crew cut appeared dramatically in the main courtyard.
The guard froze in his tracks, on the verge of tears. "Master, it's terrible..."
