"Damn it!"
Long Shaoyu cursed, but he dared not step forward. He knew full well that the strength of this brat was far beyond his own, and to approach would be nothing but to humiliate himself.
"Don't panic, just hold him steady for now. Wait for your second master to come out of seclusion."
Although Long's mother's face was incredibly gloomy, she remained calm, speaking in a frosty tone.
"Right, right, right, as long as the second master comes out, no matter how strong these two brats are, they won't be able to stir up any waves."
Long Shaoyu nodded, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.
As long as he could capture these two brats, it wouldn't matter if the State Mansion was destroyed; it could be rebuilt.
If he could transfer the bloodline or special physique of these two brats to himself, it would all be worth it.
Even if the transfer was impossible, he could turn them into puppets and make them the strongest weapons in his hands.
