"Ladies and gentlemen, trouble is here again; that fellow is back, this time with a heap of diluted treasures, and he's brought some inexplicable people with him."
The security staff hurriedly barged in and presented a video calling device to everyone.
On the screen stood a man in his sixties with a face marked by scars.
Around him stood a dozen or so people, each exuding an air of distinction.
Fox couldn't help but frown.
"That old man refuses to die. I thought he was already dead. Why has he come here again?"
Out of curiosity, Chen Yu craned his neck to have a look at the screen and recognized the person to be Carroll Philock.
This man held an immense fortune, always ranking first among the world's richest as publicly known.
Fox tossed aside the communication device in his hand and hurried out.
The other elders remained indifferent, simply sitting there drinking tea without a care.
