Dudley Lynch squeezed the Black Gold Ball in his hand, merging it with the black energy on his body.
Just as Dudley was about to make a move, his phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone and saw that the caller was actually Jordan Richards.
Dudley raised his eyebrows slightly and answered the phone, walking to one side.
"How's the matter going?" Jordan Richards asked coldly.
Dudley glanced at the struggling Frederick Cohen on the ground and said, "I was about to kill him."
"Bring him back alive," Jordan Richards said coldly.
"Remember, someone is interested in his body."
Dudley's eyebrows furrowed, and he was just about to speak, but Jordan Richards on the other side of the phone hung up directly.
"Damn it..." Jordan Richards's face was cold, and he was also interested in the holy body of Frederick Cohen, but he didn't expect Jordan Richards to target it too.
Dudley stared at the body for a long time, his eyes filled with indecision.
