The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Ling Yi quietly watched the aircraft take off into the sky like an arrow from a bow.

The aircraft turned into a small black dot in the blink of an eye and soon disappeared completely from his sight.

He sighed slightly, then turned around, got into the car hurriedly, and drove towards the living room.

Thinking of the cute look of his little kid just now when he was angry, Ling Yi couldn't help but feel distressed.

The little guy must be very angry, so he has to think carefully about how to comfort him.

The night was like a huge black curtain, slowly covering the entire world, and the Mante Mansion was now in a panic.

The butler had just returned from outside, and the moment he stepped into the mansion, he keenly noticed something strange.

The mansion, which was usually bustling with activity, was now empty except for a few ordinary servants. The housekeeper's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

"Where is the young master?"

"We... don't know... we don't know."

He hurriedly took out the terminal and, with trembling fingers, dialed the number of the bodyguard who had been following Vincent closely.

However, what came from the terminal was a cold "out of service area" prompt tone.

The butler was unwilling to give up, so he called the phone numbers of several other bodyguards in succession, but the result was the same, he could not get through.

His hands began to tremble violently and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The bad premonition became stronger and stronger, like a ferocious beast, tightly gripping his heart.

The butler suppressed his panic and, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, dialed the number to Master Vincent. His eyes were fixed on the terminal screen, his lips trembling slightly, and he kept praying in his heart.

As if his prayers were heard, the communication number rang, and the butler's dull eyes lit up slightly in an instant, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness.

But in the next second, his face turned pale as paper.

The ringtone of Master Vincent's number actually rang inside this eerily quiet living room.

The butler suddenly raised his head and stared at the locker in the corner like a sharp arrow. The ringing sound came from there.

He staggered towards the locker, and the servants saw him and wanted to help, but he rudely refused.

The butler pushed open the locker, fumbled frantically in the gap with his hands, and finally took out the black terminal.

The terminal was stained with blood, and the glaring red looked particularly hideous on the black terminal.

The butler moved closer to the terminal and could still smell the familiar pheromone of Master Vincent from the remaining blood. It was a scent that he was extremely familiar with, a scent that belonged to a noble male insect.

At that moment, the butler's lucky heart completely fell into an endless abyss. His eyes turned red and bloodshot, and his expression became hideous and terrifying.

He knew that something must have happened to his young master, and it must have been a big accident!

The butler turned around abruptly, and his sharp gaze was like a pair of sharp knives, sweeping over the trembling servants standing in the corner of the living room one by one.

Under his intimidating gaze, the servants' faces turned even paler and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, like fallen leaves in the wind.

"The young master is missing. You didn't even notice such a big thing. What are you doing?"

The butler was furious, and his voice exploded in the living room like thunder. His eyes were filled with gloom, as if he could eat these timid insects alive, peel off their skin and bones to vent his hatred.

You know, if the news of a distinguished male insect's disappearance, and in the Zerg's imperial capital, gets out, it will be a catastrophe.

All the female insects in this mansion will be punished, even those who were previously sent out to perform missions will not escape punishment.

This is something that the entire Zerg society absolutely cannot tolerate. The status of male Zerg is supreme in the Zerg, and protecting male Zerg is the duty of every female Zerg.

But now, someone had blatantly kidnapped his young master and made all the bodyguards in the mansion disappear without a trace.

The butler frowned, thinking about various possibilities in his mind.

He felt that either these bodyguards were taken away by force, or they had lost their noble male insects and were afraid of being punished so they ran away.

However, the butler was more inclined to the first possibility. He knew that the bodyguards in the mansion were strictly trained and would not easily do such a thing as running away from the battlefield.

So, who on earth has such great ability?

Not only did it not trigger the mansion's self-defense system, but it was also done so cleanly without leaving any clues. The housekeeper pondered over it, but could not figure it out.

But the most urgent task now is how to find the young master safely. This is the only important thing at the moment, and everything else must give way to it.

"Tell me everything that happened today, one by one, and don't let go of any small matter. If the young master is found, you will all be alive. If the young master is not found, you will be buried with me! Humph!" the butler roared, his voice echoing throughout the living room.

"We are innocent! At that time, a female insect reported to the young master that she seemed to have caught someone. The young master was very happy at that time and drove us out. We really don't know what happened afterwards! Butler, we are really innocent. Please help us plead for mercy with the Duke!" A servant cried and begged for mercy, his eyes full of fear and despair.

"Oh! You are innocent. If anyone is not innocent, I can't even protect myself." The butler's face was pale, his eyes were full of fatigue and helplessness.

It seemed that no useful clues could be obtained from them, and the butler felt sad.

The surveillance footage of the mansion during that period had been deliberately deleted, leaving no clues.

The housekeeper was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in the living room, with veins bulging on his forehead. He knew that every second he wasted would put the young master in more danger.

Only Mr. Vicente is still alive, so the people in this mansion still have a chance of survival. Now we can't wait any longer, we must take action immediately.

The butler gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he dialed the Duke's number nervously.

He knew that what awaited him next would be the Duke's wrath, but he had no other choice.

Sure enough, when he told Duke Manton the news that Prince Vincent had disappeared, the Duke's thunderous roar was heard from the other side.

"What did you say? Vincent disappeared? Tudor, you are kidding me! You said Vincent was staying well in the mansion, how could you not notice at all when such a big insect disappeared? Huh?" The Duke's voice hurt the butler's eardrums. He could feel the Duke's suppressed anger and worry.

"Duke...Your Majesty, although I can't believe it, this is what happened. Master Vincent also disappeared with the bodyguards of Mante Mansion!" The butler answered tremblingly, his voice choked.

Duke Manton felt a sharp pain in his heart as he looked at his unconscious youngest son. Now that he had learned that his eldest son had been kidnapped in his mansion, his face became extremely ugly.

If it wasn't that the families in the empire were intentionally targeting him, the two incidents of male insects being attacked and kidnapped that happened in such a short period of time were all aimed at the male insects in his family. No one would believe it if it was a coincidence!

Duke Manton's eyes were as deep as a pool, as if ink could drip out of them. He forced himself to calm down:

"Now mobilize all the forces of the Duke's Palace to surround all the major ports of the empire. Don't let any insect leave the imperial capital."

As the Duke spoke, he thrust the knife he was using to peel the apple into the exposed flesh. The sharp knife trembled, and the damaged apple was as chaotic as the situation at the moment.

The Duke stood up from the accompanying bed, straightened his clothes, and was going to the palace.

In this critical moment, he must rely on the power of the royal family to find his son.

On the other side, after receiving the Duke's order, the butler quickly set off with the Duke's handwritten order. He led his men and rushed towards the port like a gust of wind.