"Mm. The young man from the Nixon family is full of schemes. He is stronger than Harrison, so we'll have to do our very best to find Jacob."
Latrell narrowed his eyes as a murderous glint flashed across his eyes.
"Old Mr. Dean, do you really plan to find Jacob and ask him to stay in the Dean residence so we can protect him? Don't you want Jacob's draconic essence?" his butler asked.
"Protect him?" Latrell's lips curved upward. "Jacob offended the Warriors Alliance and the Deraegans, and now the entire martial arts world wants him dead. We're not capable enough to protect him. You know how Harrison is. If I hadn't said that, he wouldn't have departed to search for Jacob. When we find Jacob, I'll get his draconic essence. Even if I don't kill him, he doesn't have long to live."
"Old Mr. Dean, you're really smart!" the butler flattered him.
A luxurious cruise ship was floating in the vast sea.
