"Yu Longshou..."
The mistress was too late to stop it. Nearby, the two bodyguards holding down the butler each swiftly kicked at his knees.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The successive sharp sounds echoed clearly, followed by the butler's anguished screams resonating in every corner of the room.
"Ah!!!"
The mistress's eyes filled with blood, staring at the butler's pale and pained face, and his two legs with shattered kneecaps. Her tears slipped down uncontrollably.
"Yu Longshou..." the mistress murmured: "Enough, come at me, focus on me alone!"
"Let Old Zhuang go, Yu Longshou, release Old Zhuang immediately, or I'll announce your identity to everyone! You vile bastard, you've impersonated Yu Longshou, you're not him at all, you're a monster!"
At the end, the mistress once again screamed fiercely.
Yu Longshou leaned on his cane, his expression steady as he looked at the mistress, as if watching a madwoman arguing endlessly.
