C10 Young Master of Nobility

"Why didn't you let me destroy that noob with one shot?"

"His surname is Shen."

"So what if my surname is Shen, I'm still surnamed Wei!"

"Idiot."

"Little Jun, you obviously don't love me anymore."

"Never did."

"My heart broke with my egg."

Ming Zhuang looked at Wei Qianchen disdainfully, then pushed open the door and entered the room.

"Little Jun, my balls are hurting …" Wei Qianchen's face was covered with tears as he walked. He did not need to lean on his legs, as he was the only one who walked in. He carried her on his back as he complained continuously.

"What are you arguing about?"

A low shout suddenly came out, scaring Wei Qianchen so much that he hurriedly jumped down from Ming Zhuang's body and stood up straight.

Ming Zhuang shot a glance at Wei Qianchen below, and said sarcastically: "Your egg has automatically healed again?"

"Try it next time."

"I never seek death myself."

"You!"

Wei Qianchen still wanted to argue with Ming Zhuang, but when he saw that Lancelot had come out from his bedroom, he quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head, obediently calling out to him "Young Master".

"Young Master." Ming Zhuang lowered his head and said.

His black eyes glanced at the two people standing in front of him. Lancelot did not say anything, but took the suit jacket from the shelf and put it on.

Lancelot did not speak. Wei Qianchen and Ming Zhuang could also feel that strong pressure and it was obviously a warning. Wei Qianchen hesitated for a moment, then looked up towards Lancelot and said: "It's nothing young master, I was just teasing a noob."

"He's not some noob, he's a member of the number one family in China." Ming Zhuang replied.

"Shen Family?" Lancelot said as he turned and stared at Wei Qianchen who was standing beside him.

Wei Qianchen's scalp went numb from Lancelot's stare. He glared at Ming Zhuang but did not dare to say a word.

"The other party lives in first class and claims to be surnamed Shen."

"Shen Zhenting?"

"No, the one who came this time wasn't the Shen Family Master, but a young man."

Hearing Ming Zhuang's words, Lancelot suddenly thought of the pair of eyes he saw last night when he was boarding the ship.

The cold was cold, but it carried a sharpness that no one dared to infringe upon.

Ming Zhuang saw that his young master did not speak, and looked towards Wei Qianchen. Wei Qianchen understood, and quickly tried to atone for his sins by saying: "He claims to be Shen Anran."

Lancelot narrowed his black eyes and raised his head to look at Wei Qianchen. "Is there such a person in Shen Family?"

"I don't think so. The only one Shen Zhenting revealed to the public was his two sons. There's no one called Shen Anran."

"Go check if this person is here or not."

"Yes, young master."

Wei Qianchen received his orders and left the room first.

After Wei Qianchen left, Ming Zhuang then asked: "Young Master, do you also feel that this Shen Anran that suddenly appeared is a little strange?"

Lancelot glanced at the direction that Wei Qianchen was leaving in, and asked: "What happened just now?"

"Qianchen wanted to test that young man, but he was instead attacked."

"What about kung fu?"

"I can't tell, but I can't be underestimated."

"Find a chance to test him. Remember, before you find Wills, don't alert him."

"Yes, young master."

Lancelot squinted his black eyes, as an unfathomable expression flashed past his eyes.

Ming Zhuang did not leave after finishing the mission, he was still standing in the room.

Lancelot looked at him: "What else do you want?"

"Last night, Omega died. He was a member of the Wilf Family."

Once Ming Zhuang finished speaking, his gaze immediately darkened.

The Wilf Family was a branch that was sent out from the Esther Family. Although it was no longer part of the Esther Family, it still came from the bloodline of the Esther Family after going back to look for the source. Currently, both families sat on the same boat, and the murderer dared to lay a hand on someone from the Wilf Family, right under his nose.

Lancelot naturally could not sit still and do nothing.

"Who died?"

"It's Jason's youngest son, Luther."

"Find out who did it."

"Yes, young master."

Ming Zhuang received his orders and immediately left the room.