The boss has no descendants, but he encounters four smaller versions of himself

In the room upstairs, the four little treasures gathered together and plotted for a while.

Erbao couldn't wait to stand up and said, "I'm going to call Lao Kulong right now and ask him to release him!"

Dabao used technology to quickly get Bron's private number.

It was Lawson who answered the phone. He was very surprised to hear that it was the young master calling. Lawson was about to say hello...

Erbao didn't waste any time talking to him, and squeezed out a bit of coldness from his baby voice, "Let Lao Kulong answer the phone."

Rawson was stunned for a moment: "Old hole?"

Could it be that you are talking about...Mr. Bloom?

Erbao put his hands on his hips and said, "It's Grandpa! What's wrong? Is he afraid to answer the phone?"

Cold sweat broke out on Rawson's forehead, and he hurriedly pressed the microphone to his chest. This young master was truly disrespectful... How dare he give Mr. Bron a nickname?!

He was afraid that the person on the other end of the line would say something shocking and be heard by Bron, so he quickly lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, Mr. Bron is busy right now and can't answer the phone. If you have anything to say, you can tell this old servant directly."

Here, Rawson stood at the door of Bron's study, looking at the man sitting on the chair wiping the crocodile whip, his Adam's apple rolling as he asked in a low voice.

Erbao frowned, his childish voice filled with displeasure: "What can happen to him? Forget it, I'll tell you. Tell the old man to let my dad go!"

"Let your daddy go?" Rawson repeated subconsciously, catching a glimpse of Bron's sudden pause out of the corner of his eye.

The crocodile in the study swung its tail in the glass tank, splashing water that wet the Persian carpet.

Mr. Bloom heard it anyway.

Rosen had no choice but to tell Bron the truth: "It's the young master of the Bo family."

Bronn's face darkened, and his knuckles cracked as he lowered the whip.

He gestured for Rawson to hand over the phone, but when he heard the next sentence, he suddenly crushed the scepter in his hand: "If he doesn't let my dad go, I'll have someone pull out his beard and turn him into an old bald man!"

Bron narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Little thing, how do you know your daddy is here with me? Do you have any evidence?"

Erbao tilted his head back and snorted loudly into the phone: "I just know it, why do you care how I know it? Just let him go!"

Bron played with the crocodile whip in his hand and sneered, "What if I don't let go?"

"If you don't let go, then wait, I'll use a tank to blow up your castle!"

"Beep, beep, beep——" The phone was hung up.

Bron stared at the hung-up phone, his face darkening. "Little thing, you still dare to threaten me?"

"Roarson, go check their current location! I want to see what kind of trouble these little brats are planning this time!"

Rawson wiped the sweat off his face and nodded, "Yes."

............

Xu Yike saw that Su Yutang was still tense and tried to distract her: "Would you like to eat something? The kitchen made your favorite almond tofu with iced osmanthus honey."

Su Yutang shook her head.

Xu Yike asked again: "How about watching some new variety shows?"

Su Yutang frowned even tighter: "Keke, I don't want to do anything now."

Xu Yike sighed: "Okay."

She picked up a piece of cake for herself and asked Zhang Suo to go and see quietly what the four little guys were doing upstairs.

They were not even allowed to peek.

At this moment, Erbao was angrily complaining about Braum: "This old-fashioned guy is so annoying!"

Sanbao comforted him, "Don't be angry, we will definitely be able to rescue Daddy!"

Erbao smiled mischievously: "Humph, the old man must think we are joking with him. Then he will underestimate us."

Dabao looked at the constantly refreshing data on the computer with a determined look in his eyes: "Although the defense system of Bron Castle is complex, we will definitely find a loophole."

Sibao asked, "When can we find Daddy?"

Dabao replied: "Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon..."

............

On the other side, Braum was playing with his cane and resting with his eyes closed.

Not long after, Rawson hurried back, "Mr. Bron! This is bad! Those young masters are really brave! They've breached the defense system and are here to blow up your castle!"

Braum suddenly opened his eyes and slammed his cane to the ground with a dull thud. "Good! Very good!"

Rawson froze in place, sweat pouring down his face.

Is this old man angry, or is he admiring the young masters' courage?

He didn't dare to breathe, his eyes fixed on Bron, waiting for the old man to give orders.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly there was a violent tremor outside, followed by a "boom" explosion in the distance, which made the bottles on the wine rack buzz, and several bottles of aged whiskey shattered.

Only then did Bron stand up, a sinister look flashing in his eyes: "Bring Bo Jingzhou here."

"Yes!" Rawson breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the old man had compromised.

He immediately turned around and hurried to inform the young master to cease fighting.

After Bo Jingzhou was brought in, he was not locked up, but was invited to rest in the guest room.

Until Rawlsson came in: "Mr. Bo, Mr. Bron wants to see you."

Bo Jingzhou stood up calmly, because he had taken the initiative to follow Bron's men.

When he was taken away, he knew that the other party was Bron's man.

He knew that Bronn would meet him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it would be because of the threats from the four little treasures...

When I walked out of the room, I saw several drones hovering over the castle, looking extremely arrogant.

Bo Jingzhou looked up and Luo Ersen quickly explained: "It was sent by the young master..."

Bo Jingzhou raised his eyebrows and understood.

When I stepped into Bron's study, I saw him sitting in a carved armchair, with the scepter in his hand knocking on the ground again and again, making a dull sound.

Seeing Bo Jingzhou coming in, Bulong snorted coldly: "Bo Jingzhou, you are lucky, you have four good sons."

The head of the Bron family was actually threatened by four kids. It would be embarrassing to tell others about it.

But there was no sign of anger on Bron's face.

Rawson had always known that Mr. Bloom's tolerance for the four young masters was unusual for ordinary people.

Bo Jingzhou didn't care about what Bron said. If Bron was angry and would have taken action, but he didn't, it meant that the matter did not touch his bottom line.

But the look in Braum's eyes when he looked at him was still full of hatred.

He looked directly into the dark light surging in Bulong's eyes and suddenly said, "The reason you hate me so much is because I look like that person. The person you hate is actually Bo Ziqi, right?"

The ruby ​​cane suddenly stopped.

Bron's eyes flickered: "You found out a lot of things..."

Bo Jingzhou took a half step forward and said, "Yes, I did find out a lot. I also know that Bo Ziqi is the person Shu Shan likes."