“Young master,” w.a.n.g Tour looked at me, on the red and blackish cheek there are two or three swollen bruises, beads of sweat is on the verge of collapsing down his beard.
Now, although it’s autumn, the midday sun is no less than the period of San Futian. The autumn cicadas were screaming its throat out, the heat on the ground rises up and grabbed on the aching feet.
(T/N: 三伏天 (San Futian)= 3 hottest and humid period during summer, occur in mid-July, late July, and mid-August)
“Young master, we have followed your order and waited here since the morning, what exactly is the task to be done, hope young master could clarify.”
I crushed a mosquito that was drinking the blood on my cheek, wiped a damp sweat from my face, and a sorrow smiled was overcast.
“I, your young master want to kidnap a person today, and that person will pa.s.s through this road. When you see the horse carriage show up, you guys will cover up your face and rush out, that person must be caught alive.”