"Where's my wife? Where is my wife?"
Nan Batian's voice rose up in the courtyard. Upon hearing his roar, the four disciples standing guard outside exchanged looks before rushing in.
They saw an ordinary small courtyard, an ordinary room, and a crazed Nan Batian!
Then there was nothing; the wife was gone, and the maidservant Du Juan was gone too.
Nan Batian glared with blood-red eyes at the four trembling young disciples and demanded, "Where are they? Where is my wife?"
"Gang Leader, she was just right here in the courtyard, we've been watching all along without a moment's lapse, madam, madam can't just vanish into thin air!"
"She can't vanish into thin air, so where is she now?"
"You tell me, tell me!"
The four young disciples, faced with the rapidly approaching Gang Leader, knelt on the ground in terror: "Gang Leader, spare our lives!"
"Spare your lives? You can't even handle this simple matter, and you don't deserve to live."
