The servant was almost scared to death, and immediately wet his pants, which soaked through in an instant.
He struggled desperately, shouting and pleading, "No, Young Master Andrew, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance!"
At this moment.
The servant used every bit of strength he had, desperately begging Andrew for mercy.
Because he knew.
Once he was dragged out of this box, what awaited him would surely be death.
After all, the last servant who was dragged out, his corpse hasn't even cooled yet.
He definitely didn't want to follow in his predecessor's footsteps.
But as for the servant's pleas for mercy.
Andrew seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, slowly closing his eyes, leaning against the chair, letting the bodyguards continue to carry the servant towards the exit.
About to step out the door of the box.
Once through this door, there would be no hope left.
