Chapter 899 What hatred, what grudges?

When the Little Lolita heard that, she started sobbing and wiped her tears. "Master, Jiaojiao is about to die. I can't be by your side anymore. When I'm no longer with you, you must eat well and sleep well, alright..."

The corners of Ye Wanwan's lips twitched like she was about to collapse. Isn't this a line from that melodramatic series she was watching just now?

The mercenary behind Little Lolita swept his gaze across the five servants and thought they looked pretty familiar, but he just couldn't recall where he saw them before...

Although he found them quite familiar, he didn't dwell on it and focused on completing the mission instead.

The mercenary noticed Little Lolita had the closest relationship with Ye Wanwan, so he grabbed her neck and looked gloomily at Ye Wanwan, who was on the sofa. He threatened, "Miss Ye, we don't want to create more problems, so I advise that you cooperate with us and follow us back. Otherwise, we might have to sacrifice a few lives for nothing."

Ye Wanwan didn't bother with the bunch of actors and looked at the mercenary, aiming to fish out more information. "Who sent you guys over?"

Judging by these people's skills and ranks, they were definitely a different batch from the ones who tried to knock her out on the road.

The leader looked at her condescendingly. "Miss, I think you don't know what's going on here and we have no obligation to answer your question."

"Si Ming Li? Or Qin Ruo Xi?" Ye Wanwan continued interrogating.

The other party's eyes turned cold. "I already said we have no obligation to answer your question!"

He then looked at the time on his watch in annoyance. "Please."

Ye Wanwan chuckled. "Forget it then. I just wanted to find out who had such a deep hatred against the three of you."

"What are you trying to say? Stop dragging things out!" The leader was losing his patience as his palm headed for Ye Wanwan directly.

However, before he could even get close to her, the old housekeeper protected Ye Wanwan and stood in front of her. "Outrageous! You're not allowed to be rude towards her!"

The mercenary's eyes were frosty. "You old thing, don't you understand what I said? If you don't want to die, shut the h*ll up and get away! And you guys, get over there and form a line. Hold your heads down and squat there. Don't get in my way!"

The other mercenary looked disdainfully at the servants in the room - a bodyguard who didn't dare to fight back at all, a fat chef holding a plate of crayfish like a dumba**, a maid who kept weeping and an old man about to enter his grave. "Tsk, they could've simply hired a couple fighters to deal with such nobodies; why did they have to hire mercenaries? I don't even feel like laying my hands on them!"

One of the mercenaries named Joe reluctantly attacked the bearded man, who seemed to be the most skilled in the group.

A "swish" resounded.

He actually... missed...

The little bodyguard actually managed to intercept his fist halfway and he wasn't even sure what moves the bodyguard used.

Meanwhile, a terrifying and deadly aura that could never come from a little bodyguard started to pour down in torrents.

Fear crept up in Joe's heart as he acutely sensed the danger. "You... you..."

The other two mercenaries frowned when they saw what was happening. "Joe, what are you doing? What are you waiting for? Deal with him right away!"

"I..." The mercenary tried to retract his arm but he couldn't move an inch. He was panicking so badly that cold sweat was trickling down his forehead.

The bearded man held onto that mercenary's fish and turned to his partner, who had his arms crossed and was waiting for a good show. "Ay, baby, did you hear that just now? The three of them are mercenaries eh!"