Just then, Zhao Youcai asked Zhao Jun again, "Where's that little bastard of Zhang Wangba's?"
"I had my uncle and Brother Dalong tie him up," Zhao Jun said. "I told them to carry Zhang Laibao to our place, but I'm afraid Zhang Zhanshan might try to intercept them on the way."
"Son of a bitch!" Hearing this, Zhao Youcai just waved a hand at Li Dayong and said, "Let's go!"
With that, Zhao Youcai strode quickly out of the courtyard.
Li Dayong gave a firm nod and followed after Zhao Youcai. They had both gotten half a night's sleep, so they were full of energy and walked at a brisk pace.
Poor Zhao Jun, on the other hand, hadn't slept a wink. He had also carried Li Baoyu on his back for over a mile. Now, he staggered as he walked and had to break into a trot to keep up with Zhao Youcai and Li Dayong.
