The Meng family, the butler hurriedly entered the study, trembling as he reported, "Master, something terrible has happened, something terrible."
"What's the panic?" Meng Hao's father, Meng Yinglong, slightly frowned, looking at the butler with authority.
"Master, according to the information from our informants, the young master is dead, all twelve subordinate guards have perished in battle." The butler was trembling all over.
"What?" Meng Yinglong stood up abruptly from his seated position, then, as if all his strength had been drained, he collapsed back into the chair, his gaze first blank, then filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
"Puff, puff, puff!" A few spurts of blood gurgled from Meng Yinglong's throat, almost suffocating him with rage.
"Master." The butler cried out in shock.
"My Hao'er, my Hao'er..." Meng Yinglong murmured lost in his thoughts.