Before the Yang father and son could decide whether to return to the Waterside Pavilion, brew a pot of tea, and wait at their leisure, or simply stand there until Yang Erlang came back...
Yang Ge returned, carrying the burly man who went by Yan Futou.
The two took a closer look. Yan Futou, who had been swaggering like a wolf or tiger moments earlier, now dangled from Yang Ge's hand like a little chick. His muscular legs swayed limply in the wind like willow branches. Every joint in his body had been dislocated, and his arms in particular had been twisted into a rope behind his back.
Another careful look revealed that the fellow had long since passed out...
"Uncle, sorry for causing you more trouble."
Yang Ge landed and first apologized to Yang Yinghao, then casually tossed Yang Tiansheng a lustrous mutton-fat jade pendant. "This fellow came out without a weapon or any money. All he brought was this little trinket... consider it compensation for your gazebo!"
Yang Yinghao said, "Talking about trouble like that makes you sound like a stranger!"
Yang Tiansheng said, "That's plenty, plenty. I'll even turn a little profit..."
The two chimed in as they approached Yang Ge, staring at the unconscious Yan Futou with poorly concealed alarm.
Although the fellow had not attacked after entering their home, the sheer intensity of the true qi he had unleashed while fleeing was enough to tell them that, even if he was not yet a Grandmaster, he was at least a top-tier figure on the level of the Seven Heroes!
Someone capable of making quite a name for himself in the martial world had failed to last even a few dozen breaths while fleeing from Yang Erlang!
Only then did Yang Yinghao suddenly understand why his