A jolt went through Zhao Dong's mind.
The old man's words confirmed it: Xu Yafei had been abducted by the Blood Sect.
"Young man, I've told you everything I know. Please, spare my life..." the old man begged in terror.
"I can spare you from death, but you won't escape punishment!"
Zhao Dong struck out with his palm, snapping the old man's arm.
"Go back and tell the Blood Sect that if they dare harm a single hair on that woman's head, I will slaughter every last one of them!"
"Yes... yes..."
Having narrowly escaped with his life, the old man endured the searing pain in his arm and fled in a wretched state with his men.
Su Yurou asked, "Mr. Zhao, is that woman very important to you?"
"Very important! She's my woman!" Zhao Dong replied, his heart ablaze with anxiety as he turned to leave at once.
"Mr. Zhao, where are you going?" Su Yurou hurriedly blocked his path.
"To the Blood Sect to demand her return, of course!"
