"Young Master Haolong, Young Master Haoyu, you must leave quickly!"
Sensing the situation was dire.
The fifteen black-armored guards swiftly moved in front of Zhuge Haolong, turned around to form a row, and stared at Luk Zheng like they were facing a formidable enemy.
As battle-hardened guards, their eyesight and temperament naturally surpassed those of Zhuge Haolong and his companion.
Seeing Luk Zheng kill the steward without even blinking, they realized they had encountered a brutal man.
And such a person is capable of anything.
Buzz!
Zhuge Haolong also immediately activated a teleport portal, but the two of them hesitated to enter.
"Hurry up and get in!"
One of the guards urged impatiently.
"We want to go in, but our legs won't listen!"
Zhuge Haolong and his companion were almost in tears.
"Are you so scared your legs turned to jelly?"
Luk Zheng was stunned, shook his head mockingly, truly calling them useless.
"Damn it!"
