"Brother Feng, it's terrible! Brother Feng, it's terrible!" a disciple sent by Ye Qiang yelled outside Ye Feng's door.
Ye Feng was in his room enjoying a drink when the sudden shouting instantly soured his mood.
"Which suicidal bastard is screaming like a ghost? This young master is still alive and well!" Ye Feng slammed his cup down and raged.
He threw the door open and saw a young man with a panicked expression. The boy looked familiar, like one of the kids who always followed Ye Qiang around.
"What happened? This is the Inner Sect Disciple residence. Outer Disciples aren't allowed to come here without permission!" Ye Feng's tone softened considerably. He sensed that something important must have happened.
The disciple swallowed hard before speaking. "Brother Qiang got beaten up. He told me to have you come quickly!"
"That punk Ye Qiang got beaten up? Who was so bold as to lay a hand on my man?" A surprised expression crossed Ye Feng's face.
