Early in the morning.
Imperial Capital.
Hawthorne Family.
The butler strode out of Steve Hawthorne's study and ran into Roland Hawthorne, the eldest son of the Second Lady of the Hawthorne family.
He was a few years older than Len Hawthorne, mature and stable.
He was one of the rare genius ancient martial artists in the Hawthorne family.
He often practiced in Dark City and was rarely seen within the family, but today, the butler saw him in the core area of the Hawthorne family and was quite surprised.
"Third Young Master, why are you back at the Hawthorne family at this time?"
Roland Hawthorne raised his handsome eyebrows: "Am I not allowed to come back?"
"Of course not."
"What happened at home? Why did they suddenly transfer so many people out? Who are they targeting?" The first thought Roland had was that Len had caused trouble again.
The butler replied, "It's not a big deal; we just need to follow the group into Sheffield City to deal with some trouble."