"Really?"
Upon hearing the old man's words, Wyatt Barnes retorted with laughter instead of anger.
Seeing the murderous intent in the old man's eyes escalating, Wyatt responded, "Treasure Pavilion, after all, is an infamous industry within the scope of the Great Turdo Dynasty, I did not expect it to produce such a disgrace like you... The reputation of the Treasure Pavilion, sooner or later, will be tarnished by degenerates like you."
"Haha..."
The old man burst into mocking laughter, his face distorted, "As long as I kill you all, who would know that I did it? Who would link your deaths to the Treasure Pavilion?"
"Young man, if there's anyone to blame, it's yourself for not understanding the principle of keeping wealth under wraps... A fourth-rank spiritual artifact isn't something for you to possess!"
The old man spoke with a tone of warning towards the end.
"I don't deserve to possess it, but you do?"
