Brother Tian scurried ahead, leading Zhao Yuan and the others toward his bar. He was so reverent that if you stuck a tail on him, he'd be a pug.
At the same time, he didn't forget to send men to catch Xing Hong.
The lackeys he sent were the very same ones he had just slapped around, his reason being that this was their chance to atone for their mistake.
These lackeys, their faces bruised and swollen from Brother Tian's slaps, didn't dare blame Brother Tian or Zhao Yuan. So, they transferred all their resentment onto Xing Hong.
After receiving their orders, they grew more excited than the last, gritting their teeth and vowing, "Brother Tian, don't you worry. Even if Xing Hong runs to the ends of the earth, we'll drag him back to you and the Master! That son of a bitch, daring to trick us into moving against the Master! It's... even if an uncle can stand it, an aunt can't!"
