With such deep hatred, it naturally all had to be taken back from Wang Chao.
The prestige of the Matsushita family, inviolable.
The distant America.
Inside a tall, dark building.
"Boss, the Chinese Royal Family has called for help, asking us to deal with a boy named Wang Chao."
"Well, then the three of you go."
A robust voice in the room.
No sooner had the words fallen than three people appeared in the hall, two men and a woman, all blonde and blue-eyed, each emanating a murderous aura.
"Boss, to deal with a nameless boy from China, do you really need three of us?"
The tall man asked with a frown and a hint of dissatisfaction.
"That's right, usually we also take extra care of them, considering it a repayment of many favors," added another person.
"No, they know to ask us for help, so we must assist them."
"Besides, we don't know much about this Wang Chao, and I've also heard that the Royal palace has sought help from other big powers."
