Bai Zisheng was badly hurt. It felt as though someone were stirring his brain with a spiked club, and the pain brought him out in a cold sweat. Still, he had come to his senses enough to realize he was being held captive. "Who... who are you people?" The gray figure who had attacked him gave a cold laugh as they flew through space. "Young Master Bai, our lives as Bandits may not be worth much, but we're not about to hand them over on a platter. You wanted to curry favor with that girl, so you offered up our brothers' lives to win her credit. Isn't that a little too vicious?"
Panic surged through Bai Zisheng. Damn it. Didn't they say the Bandits had all been wiped out? How were there still fish that had slipped through the net? "Listen to me. I never meant... anything like that. Believe me..." Before he could finish, the gray figure slapped him on the forehead. Bai Zisheng's eyes rolled back, and he lost consciousness. The figure sneered. "Your old man can bring money to ransom you!"
More than twenty people had vanished into space. Finding them would be like fishing for a needle in a sea of stars, an almost impossible task. The Bai Residence was in an uproar. Several wounded servants staggered back, and when Bai Ru heard that his son had been taken, his hair and beard bristled and his eyes bulged. He smashed four tables before he finally managed to calm down. Since the captors had not killed his son on the spot, his son was safe for now. Apart from secretly gathering experts, all he could do was prepare Saint Stones. He knew they would use his son to threaten him. For now, he could only wait.