The clothes on the boy named Xiao Tu were so dirty that their original appearance couldn't be discerned, as if he had rolled around in mud.
His face was also grimy, making it impossible to see his true features.
Two strong men continued to escort Xiao Tu forward.
Gao Hu suddenly said, "Stop."
"Have you searched this kid?" Gao Long looked coldly: "Keep him away from the bonfire, I've said many times, strangers should be at least 30 meters away from me. Gao Cheng, how are you managing my personal guards, to forget even such small matters?"
Gao Cheng rumbled, "Searched him, no weapons."
Gao Long was 42 years old this year and had his first son at 16 in the wilderness. Now, he had had 9 sons, 4 of whom died of illness.
The mortality rate in the wilderness was very high. Even the children of major clan leaders were not spared, let alone others.
