บท 1839: The Duke of Devonshire is Furious

In just a few seconds, he had intimidated nearly 50 elite special forces bodyguards patrolling the garden of the manor.

At the same time, the action also alerted the Duke of Devonshire's family and some of the elite bodyguards in the villa.

Several figures quickly walked out of the villa.

"What's going on?"

"What happened? Why are there gunshots and bloodshed in the middle of the night? Why is the manor in such a mess?"

"How did it become like this?!"

The leader was an old man who looked very dignified, he resembled an old lion.

Jantman Devonshire quickly lowered his proud head and dropped the gun in his hand. "I'm really sorry, Your Excellency. I've disturbed your rest."

"Some nonsense happened just now that made me extremely angry and brought great losses to the Duke's family in Devonshire!"

"What nonsense?" The Duke of Devonshire's expression softened a little.