"Go tell Huang Feihu, that his son has been kidnapped by me! If he wants his son to live, he should quickly send someone to negotiate, otherwise, I may kill the hostage at any moment!" Xiao Tian shouted loudly towards the door.

Hearing this commanding voice, which would terrify most people in the Northern Border to death, Huang Feizhong hurriedly got up, knowing well that this matter was of great importance, involving more than just the life of Huang Xiadi.

Huang Feizhong knew very clearly that if something were to happen to Huang Xiadi in the Northern Desert, the Huang Family would be implicated, regardless of whether they were responsible, and with Huang Feihu's temperament, he might very likely vent all his fury on the Huang Family.

Just two minutes ago, he was a hero for resolving a family crisis, but two minutes later, he had turned into a sinner responsible for bringing disaster upon his family. The rapid shift between these two identities left Huang Feizhong feeling incredibly anxious.

However, this was not the time to dwell on that; the urgent task was to find a way to calm Xiao Tian down.

Given the current situation, it was impossible for the Huang Family to avert the crisis now. Even if Huang Xiadi were ultimately rescued, based on Huang Feihu's consistent behavior, the fact that his son encountered such trouble in the Northern Desert.

Moreover, the fact that it happened to his youngest and most beloved thirteenth son meant that the chance of him letting it go peacefully was zero, and being struck by a blow was inevitable.

Yet, Huang Feizhong still dared not give up completely. After all, if Huang Xiadi were successfully rescued, the Huang Family would at most suffer from exclusion and suppression, but at least they would still have a slim chance of survival.

But if Huang Xiadi were to die in the Northern Desert, they would have to bear the brunt of Huang Feihu's all-consuming rage, and then even the chance for survival would vanish, decades of hard work and meticulous management by the Huang Family would be uprooted in an instant.

With his mind racing, Huang Feizhong had already made up his mind. Cutting losses in time was the first lesson Huang Shu taught him, and it was repeated many times. He had reason to believe that even if he called for instructions, the result would not be much different.

But...

"May I ask your name?" Huang Feizhong awkwardly found that he had targeted the other party earlier without knowing their name, so he had to ask sheepishly.

"Hunter!" Xiao Tian said lightly, his voice carrying a murderous intent that crushed the crowd outside the door like a landslide.

Facing this murderous aura head-on, Huang Feizhong's breathing halted involuntarily, and he subconsciously retreated a few steps, almost falling to the ground again.

Huang Feizhong dared not delay, and hurried off to find a way to contact the Huang family, but he vaguely felt that Hunter seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had heard of him somewhere, but he couldn't recall exactly where, so he temporarily suppressed the thought.

However, unlike Huang Feizhong, inside the room, Huang Xiadi, who was taken hostage by Xiao Tian and was beaten until his face was swollen like a pig's head, couldn't help but tremble when he heard Xiao Tian utter the words "Hunter."

As the thirteenth son of the Huang Family, Huang Xiadi naturally interacted not only with high-ranking officials and wealthy elites, but also with people from the Dark Forces to some extent. Those who could establish a relationship with Huang Xiadi were all formidable figures.

From the pasts of those formidable figures, it was revealed that they had thrived at the border but had to return due to some upheaval, engaging in activities they previously disdained.

Upon Huang Xiadi's persistent inquiry, he found that in the stories of most of those people, the name "Hunter" appeared frequently and prominently.

Of course, the reason Huang Xiadi remembered so vividly was not just the stories. The terror on the faces and the horror in the eyes of those he admired when they mentioned the name "Hunter" left an indelible impression on him.

At this moment, Huang Xiadi, having calmed down, looked at the fallen expert on the ground.

Outsiders might not know, but Huang Xiadi was well aware that the seemingly ordinary-looking middle-aged man, who appeared to lack any sharpness, was actually the top-tier expert of the Huang Family.

The expert was named Pan Jingfu, and he was originally a personal bodyguard for Patriarch Huang Feihu. He held an extremely high status in the Huang Family, and even the head steward didn't dare to order him around. Being able to bring him out this time was a special permission granted by Huang Feihu.

Otherwise, even as the most beloved thirteenth son, Huang Xiadi would have no authority over him.

Yet such a top-tier expert couldn't even withstand a single move from Hunter!

Although this outcome was not entirely unexpected, the fear in Huang Xiadi's heart only grew. With such a legendary cold-blooded killer, it's hard to say whether he would get impatient and kill him directly!

But now, Huang Xiadi had no choice but to wait, hoping that the experts from his family could come and negotiate peacefully with him. Otherwise, not only would his own life be in jeopardy, but the Huang Family would also provoke a nightmare-level expert!

Regret and fear filled Huang Xiadi's mind at this moment...

…

"Hello, is this Uncle Huang Feihu?" Huang Feizhong asked carefully with a heart full of fear and anxiety.

On the other end of the phone, sitting in the Huang Family's courtyard drinking tea, Huang Feihu looked curiously at the unfamiliar number on the screen, then said in a deep voice: "I am Huang Feihu, what is it?"

As he spoke, an imposing aura naturally emanated, causing Huang Feizhong's heart to tremble. He forced himself to speak: "I am Huang Shu's son, Huang Feizhong. I'm calling you this time because..."

Before he could finish, Huang Feihu interrupted: "Oh, it's Huang Shu's son. Xiadi should have arrived by now, right?"

Even as he spoke, he wondered why Huang Shu's son was calling him at this time?!

"Yes, that's right..." Huang Feizhong gritted his teeth and said, "The thirteenth young master has indeed arrived, but a situation has occurred, and please don't get agitated after you hear it!"

This cryptic statement made Huang Feihu feel even more puzzled. What did he mean by not getting agitated after hearing it?

"What exactly is the matter, just say it straight!" Huang Feihu said impatiently, his tone becoming somewhat severe.

He had always despised guessing people's thoughts, not even bothering to guess his wife's thoughts, let alone those of a junior as insignificant as an ant!

Listening to the unfriendly tone on the other side of the phone, Huang Feizhong forced down the anxiety in his heart, unable to maintain calmness as his mind flashed with the possible reaction of Huang Feihu upon hearing his beloved youngest son was kidnapped by someone called Hunter.

"What exactly is your business?!" Huang Feihu's patience was clearly running out, and his tone now carried the looming danger of an impending volcanic eruption.

Frightened by this, Huang Feizhong's own anger was stirred instead, and he steeled his heart, thinking that after all, it's just a phone call, you're not going to kill me, and he blurted out: "Young Master Di is currently kidnapped by someone named Hunter, and he demands you send someone to negotiate quickly."