As the words fell, a baby-faced man suddenly appeared in front of them, stepping closer with a smile on his face, yet his aura was completely out of sync.
The director's legs shook uncontrollably, wanting to run, but unable to, shouting for help.
Help? At this moment, who could possibly save him?
Little Nine flexed his wrist, wondering where to start. Although the young master seemed calm now, having stayed by his side for so many years, he clearly understood that the young master was quite angry, and he needed to act to quell his rage.
They were truly reckless, daring to touch the young madam.
Oh, may the Lord God have mercy on you.
Little Nine looked at them as if he were looking at the dead.
As the director struggled desperately, with a cracking sound, Little Nine dislocated his arm.
The sound struck directly at their hearts, making them even more terrified.
The director let out a piercing scream.
