The little fat man snapped out of his panic and, clinging to Xu Qigang's leg, cried, "Boss, boss has been kidnapped."
Xu Qigang's face dramatically changed, and with one hand, he lifted the little fat man, "Which direction did they go?"
"I... I don't know..."
"How long ago?"
"Quick, almost half an hour ago."
"Whose blood is on you?" Xu Qigang knew the blood on the little fat man wasn't his own the moment he encountered him.
"It's... it's Du Xiaosong's. He got hurt trying to save the boss, took a knife to the body."
"Damn it!" Xu Qigang bellowed angrily, threw the little fat man on the ground, and quickly instructed before leaving, "Chen Yingjie, you go take a look."
"Yes!" Chen Yingjie responded, and Xu Qigang had already disappeared into the darkness.
The little fat man rubbed his eyes; when he didn't see anyone, he rubbed them again. By the time he came to his senses to look for Chen Yingjie, he was gone, too.
