"Mr. Feng, you are too polite." He stood up and returned the greeting, asking, "Mr. Feng, it is inconvenient for you to stay in the inn now. Do you want me to arrange a place for you to stay?"
"We won't be here long, so there's no need to bother."
"Okay! I sent the phoenix." He said, and sent him out in person. It was not until he left that he glanced at the No. 9 iron cage. He saw the white and fat teenager being stunned with a swollen face, a grievable look, and his eyes flashed slightly.
If the ghost doctor hadn't mentioned it, he really wouldn't have known that the fat boy in ragged clothes was actually Ning Lang, the son of Ning Yuan, the richest man in Cang Country. He also had some friendship with Ning Yuan, but he had never seen his son. He didn't expect that it would be under such circumstances.
Seeing the boy's angry face, he smiled, shook his head and walked away. He should suffer a little.
"President." The steward came forward and looked at him flatteringly.
"Please keep an eye on that fat boy. He is the son of an old friend of mine."
Hearing this, the steward was startled. Thinking of how he had beaten up that little fat guy before, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat and asked, "Then, then should we pick up that young master?"
"No need, just let him stay there! Don't let him notice any special treatment given to him. Do what you have to do. However, nothing serious can happen to him. Otherwise, I won't forgive you." He said in a calm voice, with a hint of warning in his words.
"Yes, yes." The steward responded hurriedly. It was not until he left that he was so scared that he collapsed to the ground.
Why was he so unlucky today? Frights came one after another, and his heart could hardly bear it. It was all because of those three people who had caused him so much trouble.
On the other side, when Feng Jiu returned to the inn, Duan Ye was already waiting on the first floor. When he saw Feng Jiu coming back, he asked, "Did Xiao Pang really run away?"
"Run away." She nodded, smiled, came to the table and sat down, pouring a glass of water and drinking it.
"You didn't catch up with him? That's impossible?" With his skills and strength, he couldn't catch up with Ning Lang
"I caught up with him, but I didn't bring him back."
"Why don't you bring him back?" he asked puzzledly.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu curled her lips: "Because he was sold and is now locked in a cage!"
"What? Sold?"
His voice was so loud that everyone around him looked over. Duan Ye ignored the others on the first floor and looked at Feng Jiu and asked, "How could he be sold out? He is a foundation-building cultivator after all! And that guy is very smart! It's possible that he sold out to others, but why was he sold out by others?"
"I followed him and saw that he was targeted as soon as he left the inn. The kid was walking along a small alley and there was no one around him, so he was knocked unconscious by three monks with clubs and carried away. Later, they were sent to the underground market and sold as merchandise." She said casually, and she couldn't help but smile when she thought of the miserable look on the little fat boy's face after being beaten.
Someone has to take care of him.
Duan Ye was a little stunned after hearing this, and stared at him with a strange look: "What do you want to do? You don't want to take the opportunity to deal with him?" He knew that he was sold and didn't rescue him, but still smiled here. What is he planning