The leader responsible for this roundup looked at Huo Chengshan, "Old Master Huo, my apologies, the orders from above…"
The Huo Family elder looked at the leader, "Whose orders?"
Having held a high position for many years, his words carried an inherent authority.
The leader looked at the Huo Family elder, his momentum immediately diminished, and he remained silent for a long time.
The Huo Family elder stood with a zitan wood cane, standing there, a figure of steel, his sharp eyes scanning the layers of armed police surrounding Nanyuan Villa, "A bunch of rookies, haven't even matured fully, daring to meddle with the legacy of my ancestors without weighing it up."
After speaking, he stood there for a long time without making a sound.
Uncle Guan followed from behind, serving carefully.
Meanwhile, Huo Jinnan and Huo Bei, who had gone out early for business, quickly returned upon receiving the news.
Seeing the multiple layers of armed forces, Huo Bei stopped the car, "Sir."
