"Hmph, you don't even recognize us siblings? You must've seen us on television, no? We're a group of desperadoes, a group of wanted murderers. Got it?"

Hearing the comments made Karen's eyes widen. She was so afraid that she was drenched in a cold sweat.

'I can't believe it's two desperadoes!'

"You don't have to be so scared. For the time being, we'll keep you alive because you still have some value."

The two men then grabbed onto Karen and dragged her outside.

"What do you guys think you're doing?! Let me go. Help! Help…" Karen shouted in fear.

"Let go! Let go of her!" The old master heard the commotion and was just done making a call to Jeremy behind their back. Only then did he wheel himself out of the room.

"You got to save me, Dad! Dad!" Karen shrieked.

However, the two men were not bothered about the old master. They hoisted their leg and kicked his wheelchair over. "Are you trying to dig your grave, old one?!"

"Dad! Dad!" Seeing the old master not moving an inch after f