The Dragon Throne was a symbol of one's status. Although Dalton had collected many antiques, the throne was obviously his favorite. Every day, he would sit on it and feel the authority of an emperor.
"Mr. Gunn, I would like to advise you to burn the Dragon Throne so that you may live longer," Jacob persuaded.
"What do you mean?" Dalton's brows knitted at Jacob's words. "Are you cursing me to my death?"
Dalton was infuriated. If it wasn't for Tony, Jacob wouldn't even have been worthy to step into his villa grounds. And yet, he was now spewing such vile words to him.
"Mr. Gunn, please calm down. Mr. Sullen must have his reasons for saying that." Tony sprang to his feet to mollify Dalton.
Then he turned to Jacob. "Mr. Sullen, you can be frank with us. After all, Mr. Gunn is no outsider."
Tony naturally knew that Jacob was someone capable. Otherwise, there was no way for him to be the overlord of the Dragon Sect.
