Sitting on the sofa, Ma Bucun was already panting heavily.
"This... Long... Long..."
The butler hurriedly said, "Long Aotian."
"I know!" Ma Bucun slapped the armrest. "He's gone too far!"
The butler said, "He has no class at all."
"If I don't tear him to pieces, how am I supposed to hold my head high in the martial world!?"
The butler said, "He dared provoke Your Highness and still thinks he can live? Dream on!"
Ma Bucun looked at the butler. "Don't you think there's something strange about this?"
The butler snapped his fingers. "Your Highness, you hit the nail on the head! I thought this whole thing was incredibly fishy!"
Ma Bucun said, "Why would such a vulgar, disgusting, foul-mouthed piece of trash know my private encrypted number? Who gave it to him?"
The butler said, "And he seemed to call just to provoke us. We have no idea what he wants."
Ma Bucun nodded. "I think we've been targeted."
The butler grew solemn. "So this was just a smokescreen? There's another expert behind them, and their goal definitely isn't as simple as greeting Your Highness's ancestors every day?"
Ma Bucun rolled his eyes at him. "Is there anyone in my family he hasn't greeted yet?"
"No." The butler shook his head. "He was very thorough in that regard. He covered every angle. He's screwed every member of your family. Even I got... screwed several times."
The butler regretfully clenched his fist. "Sigh, I didn't perform well last time. Next time, I need to figure out how to curse him to death."
Ma Bucun rubbed the armrest. "He's gone way too fucking far!"
The butler said, "Your Highness, when you think about it... this is extremely suspicious."
"Analyze it."
"This man only handles the taunting! But he contacted us