He didn't need anyone to remind him; he knew he'd bitten off more than he could chew this time.
The second young master of the Clegg Family; he had been warned when he first arrived.
While the Foundation might be slightly challenging to handle, as long as the second young master, Hank Clegg, hadn't arrived, he could still take it over.
Now without anyone introducing him, he knew the man in front of him was none other than Hank Clegg.
Such a powerful aura, such a top-down oppressive feeling, if not Hank Clegg, who could it be?
Victoria leaned on Hank Clegg.
She knew he would always appear at the crucial moment.
Hank Clegg looked at the Inspector, who turned away nervously after a two-second gaze. Even the cops across from him wouldn't dare to meet his eyes.
"I'm here today, and none of you will be able to do anything," Hank Clegg finally spoke in a calm voice that emitted an unstoppable coldness.
