A Proper Young Master Yang Tied Up Like a Maggot

"Cough, cough... Cough, cough... How... how did I end up... on the floor?? Who... who tied me... tied me up???" The man lying on the cold floor was jolted awake when a basin of cold water was dumped over his head.

The bone-chilling cold rushed into his nose, triggering a violent fit of coughing.

"Eldest Young Master Yang, you're finally awake." As a deep, hoarse voice rang out, the still-dazed Yang Xing instantly sobered up.

Coughing, he followed the sound and looked over. The moment he saw the person before him, his memories came flooding back—he remembered being knocked unconscious in the underground parking garage! This was the man leading them!

"It was you... You kidnapped me?" Yang Xing forced down his discomfort and awkwardly sat up from the floor, while rapidly trying to figure out which enemy had fallen out with their family badly enough to resort to such methods.

Before he could make sense of it, however, the Black-Clad Man seemed to see through his thoughts. He slowly lowered his crossed leg, then leaned forward and said, "Eldest Young Master Yang, there's no need to waste your effort. I merely want to ask you to do me a small favor and invite someone over."

"I think... Eldest Young Master Yang shouldn't refuse such a small favor... right?" The man chuckled softly, but his smile sent chills down one's spine.

If he hadn't been tied up so tightly that he couldn't move, Yang Xing would have punched the man right in the face! If he wanted a favor, couldn't he have simply asked? Was there any need to tie him up and drag him here? Moreover, judging by the situation, the other party clearly had ulterior motives. He might even be planning to use Yang Xing to threaten someone.