"Is that Xiao Feng's voice?!"
Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Zhang Minghui immediately realized what was happening, and his expression instantly became panicked.
Zhang Mingpeng also stopped in his tracks and turned around.
The others looked at Zhang Minghui nervously.
They had all heard the voice that had just come from the phone very clearly.
It was unmistakably the voice of Zhang Minghui's only son, who was also the current Young Master of the Zhang Family, Zhang Feng.
As the Family Head, Zhang Minghui quickly regained some composure, then hurriedly asked, "Xiao Feng, what happened? Where are you now?"
Over the phone, Zhang Feng cried out, "Dad, save me... They've captured me, and if you don't come to save me... they said... they said they'll chop off my hand... Hurry, come and save me..."
"Who captured you?"
Zhang Minghui raged, "Who dares to have the audacity to lay a hand on my son, Zhang Minghui? I'll flay their skin."