At this moment, it was already late at night, and Saiful Ling's sudden call seemed very unusual.
"Hello."
Ethen immediately answered the phone.
"Young Master, something big has happened. Our Ling Family's material warehouse has been robbed by unidentified men in black, and the losses are severe. Moreover, Uncle Lan Ling was killed by the robbers."
Saiful Ling's urgent voice came through the phone.
"I'm not Azrul," Ethen said.
"What?" Upon hearing this, Saiful Ling was clearly taken aback.
He had rushed to explain but didn't expect the person on the other end was not the young master.
"Who are you?" Saiful Ling asked cautiously.
He suddenly worried that Azrul, who was away from home, might have also encountered an accident.
"I'm Ethen. Azrul just had some drinks and is still asleep," Ethen explained. "You just said the Ling Family's material warehouse was robbed. What happened?"
"Ah, so it's Master Ethen. The situation is like this..."
