"Good, I've got it, come over immediately."
"OK."
The old man hung up the phone, and at the same time, a dark figure suddenly flashed in front of him. The old man remained motionless, while Uncle Wu's figure swiftly appeared, striking the burly shadow on the spot.
The man lay twitching on the ground, his eyes wide open, breathless.
Another loyal lackey fallen.
"It seems our family has indeed let too many misunderstanding and filthy things in," the old man said casually as he rose to his feet, a sharp and cold gleam flickering in his murky eyes.
He had noticed something was amiss in the villa recently. Now, it seemed like they couldn't contain it any longer. This Qiao Anchu. Either she's a big deal or she's overly crafty.
"Master, we've just sent someone to check. All these people have been cleaned up," Uncle Wu reported from one side, asking, "What should we do now?"