"Without the young master's orders, Northern Hawk wouldn't make a move these days. How could anything have happened?"
As Bu Er listened to the man's answer, anxiety churned inside him.
Northern Hawk was a network of covert operatives Yang Qing had spent more than a decade planting in Northern Liang while he was still in Western Chu.
Its purpose was to provide them with support from the shadows once they came to Northern Liang.
But now, something had inexplicably happened to those operatives. How could he not be anxious?
But Yang Qing was now...
Bu Er turned to look at Yang Qing, who lay motionless in the water, and sighed again.
With Yang Qing's life hanging in the balance, how was he supposed to deal with this sudden turn of events?
Naturally, the man had also seen Yang Qing with his eyes tightly shut, and his heart clenched.
"The young master's condition..."
Everyone in the Dark Alliance, including those in its Northern Hawk branch, knew about Yang Qing's health.
Seeing him in such grave danger this time left the man's heart lurching up and down.
He was also filled with dread for his own future.
"He stopped taking his medicine, but fortunately, the old physician who treated him before has arrived. I imagine he'll be all right this time."
Bu Er did not elaborate. Instead, he told the man, "Hurry and give me a detailed account of what happened to Northern Hawk."
At Bu Er's urging, the man swallowed, then recounted what had happened.
When he finished, he raised his head to look at Bu Er. "Young Master Bu Er, our people were lost just like that, without any explanation. I keep feeling something is wrong here, but I can't put my finger on it."
Bu Er, too, sank into