"Brother Tie, what exactly happened?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan felt a heavy sinking in his heart. He exchanged a glance with Fatty Chu and rushed out the door with Tie Hao.
"A car just stopped outside and dragged over a bulging large sack."
Tie Hao spoke as he walked, his tone very grave.
"Judging by the outline, there should be people inside... and not just one."
As he spoke, the three of them had already moved from the hall to the front gate of the courtyard.
From afar, they could see many members of the Xia family, alarmed, gathering around and pointing at the bloody sack outside the gate.
"What's going on, did you find out the license plate of that car?"
Mr. Xia Sr., who had already retired for the night, was also alarmed, striding over with a coat thrown on.
The old man looked at Tie Hao, frowning as he asked.
"They ran off right after dropping the sack; the license plate was likely fake, but we know it was a black SUV."
