"Third Manager, it's awful, it's awful! The young master got beaten up on the street and has suffered serious injuries. He is now lying in an alley off the main street and is on his last breath!"
"What?" The third manager's expression changed as he shot up from his seat.
This manager was around 60 years old and was sporting a goatee. Since the big mole face was his only son, he had spoiled him from young, hence nurturing him into a capricious prodigal.
"Third Manager, hurry and send people to look after the young master. The young master is not in good condition right now."
"How outrageous! Who dared beat my son so brutally?"
"Third Manager, I also do not know what happened. By the time we hurried over, the young master was already in such a miserable state! The perpetrator had long vanished."
"Then don't you know to find out from a passerby? Could it be that with so many people there, no one saw who beat my son so brutally?"
