Fleeing in Panic

When the Chairman of the Dawson Conglomerate, Monroe Dawson, saw what was going on, he immediately ordered, “Halt!”

In unison, all of the riders immediately pulled sharply on their horses’ reins. The horses rose high in the air on their hooves, then came down and halted.

“Release the young master.” Monroe Dawson instructed. The red-haired warrior of the ninth rank in charge of Yale’s protection and escort waved his hands, and the ropes covering Yale instantly split apart. Yale immediately jumped down from the horse. As for George and Reynolds, they had jumped down long ago already.

“Third Bro, are you okay?” Reynolds was so excited that his eyes were red.

“Third Bro, this is wonderful! I knew you would be fine!” Yale said excitedly.

George didn’t say anything at all, just thumping Linley on the chest.