In the basement of an old villa.
Everyone carried Ouyang Zuoheng out of the elevator and raced wildly down the corridor.
"Mr. Bugu! Mr. Bugu! Hurry! Please save our lord!"
When they entered, they saw Alai, the others, and the Five Little Powerhouses standing at the door, looking utterly frustrated.
"What happened?"
Alai said lazily, "Mr. Bugu's old problem flared up again. He refuses to open the door today."
"Then are we supposed to let the young master and our lord die outside?!"
Alai shot to his feet. "Our lord?!"
Several people hurried over, panicking.
They quickly pressed the intercom and pleaded desperately.
"Mr. Bugu, for the sake of your friendship with the Ouyang Family, please open the door and save them! Our lord has suffered one hundred and eight stab wounds... He's at death's door!"
The Five Little Powerhouses stood off to the side, all watching.
"Damn!" Gold Tuo Wang said. "Is that Ouyang Zuoheng of the Ouyang Family? No, didn't we just see him perfectly fine?"
The strategist smiled faintly. "Who was he with the last time you saw him?"
"With our young master... Oh—!"
Gold Tuo Wang shook his head in admiration. "That's badass!"
Silver Tuo Wang grew nervous. "Everyone, CEO Lu isn't in trouble too, is he?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Dituo Wang said. "Back when CEO Lu didn't know any martial arts at all, didn't he still run circles around us? When it comes to CEO Lu, high martial arts skills are useless. Completely useless."
"Exactly," Bronze Tuo Wang said. "This subordinate truly feels that CEO Lu is unfathomably deep!"
The door opened. A woman wearing a conical hat with her face covered spoke in a hoarse voice. "Come in."
Everyone tried to push their own master inside. In the end, Ouyang Zuoheng