The housekeeper wiped his sweat with his hand. "Otherwise, they will make Master Zhu go to the International Court of Justice."
Zhu Jiu stood there, unable to give any reaction to those soldiers.
It was right for him to prepare to escape, but it was a pity that it was too late.
Those people did not give him any time to prepare, nor would they provide the Zhu family a chance to catch their breath.
The soldiers left after passing on the message. That was YN's territory, and they were not afraid of what Zhu Jiu would do. They knew what valuable things the Zhu family had there.
Killing them was nothing more than that.
In another small town in that city, there was a table and a tea set on the table in Carl's home. The evening breeze gently blew the aroma of the tea in the teacup.