บท 1836: The Duke of Devonshire Family Doesn't Keep Idlers

At the same time, at the entrance to the basement of the Duke's family in Devonshire.

The old butler, Jantman Devonshire, stood straight on the spot like a petrified tree. Even his breathing was extremely subtle.

If one did not look carefully, one would not even be able to notice his existence at first glance.

However, this state did not last long.

A burly figure in a black suit with a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, a machine gun slung across his shoulder, and a long string of bullets broke the silence.

The burly figure with a gun slung over his shoulder jogged in.

Only when he arrived in front of the old man did he hurriedly slow down and his expression became more cautious.

He was clearly very afraid of the old man.

"Mr. Jantman." When he approached the old man, the burly figure consciously lowered his voice.

He only dared to call out softly.