"What if the four of them are exactly as Eldest Young Master Chen said?" Aunt Wu asked.
"Heh, if that's the case, whether they're Jinge's disciples or not, just get rid of them!" Chen Shiwei sneered, a chill emanating from his body.
Aunt Wu looked at Chen Shiwei, nodded, and said nothing more!
Soon, the four senior brothers came from the front of the villa to the back garden, and from a distance, they could see Chen Shiwei lying on a deck chair.
"Damn it, senior brother, look at Chen Shiwei still enjoying himself here, completely disregarding whether we live or die!" the second senior brother whispered from behind the senior brother.
"Exactly, he doesn't care about our lives at all!" the third and fourth junior brothers echoed softly from behind.
"Shut up, all of you!" the senior brother shouted sternly and walked towards the small pavilion.
The four of them reached the small pavilion and all called out, "Eldest Young Master Chen!"
