The butler's defenses were fully dismantled.
The butler kneeled with a thud, prostrating himself before Dan Hanjie, repeatedly bowing his head in apology.
"Mr. Jie, I was wrong. I thought the young master didn't die... He came to me, just asking me about your whereabouts. I figured he didn't want to return to the Bai family because he had other plans, so he..."
"Bang ——"
The butler's words were abruptly cut off by a dull thud.
A hole appeared on his forehead, emitting a wisp of smoke. He collapsed onto the ground in the subsequent second.
His eyes were wide open, he had breathed his last.
Blood was slowly gushing out in a scarlet tide, pooling on the ground...
Dan Hanjie's devilishly attractive face remained indifferent. He slowly raised his hand, dropped his gun onto the table, took a handkerchief, and began wiping his slender fingers one by one, each movement slow and elegant.
"Feed him to the dogs."
"..."
Yao froze, a few seconds rolling by before he could react.
