On the other side, beside the azure pool, an outrageously handso man wearing colorful shorts and a white towel over his shoulders lounged leisurely on a beach chair.
The woman in a swimsuit next to him kindly handed him a mojito.
He glanced at it but didn’t touch it.
The woman sensibly didn’t dare to move closer and returned to the pool to play with another woman dressed just as skimpily.
Beautiful won, swimsuits, and pools—a countless number of n’s dreams.
But although the man was watching the scene, his attention seed completely elsewhere, as if nothing could stir any emotions in him.
Just then, a blonde man dressed in black walked in.
The man finally raised his eyelids, and when he saw the other’s attire, his brows furrowed involuntarily, saying, "Jero, today you look like a black rat."
The "black rat" laughed aloud, saying, "I went out for a bit and needed to dress low-key. Duke, do you know what I found out?"
The man pressed his lips together, having no patience to guess, and directly said, "Speak."
Jero dared not beat around the bush any longer and said straight out, "Damian Knight has indeed co! And he’s quite cunning. Those guys we spent a fortune to poach have been drawn back by him again."
The man sensed there was more, and said plainly, "Continue."
As Jero was about to continue, the two beautiful won in the pool burst into laughter, prompting Jero to look over and see them teasing a bodyguard.
The bodyguard was soaked, unable to get angry, and just stood stiffly wiping off the water.
Just as Jero was about to look away, the man ahead of him suddenly spoke coldly, "Get lost!"
The two won looked at the man in surprise, and when their eyes t the man’s Hell King-like icy gaze, they shuddered before quickly realizing, and fled as if escaping.
Jero said, unfazed, "Duke, you truly have no sympathy for beauty."
"Cut the crap!" the man said coldly, "Continue!"
Jero dared not joke any further and continued, "That guy Damian Knight went to buy a house, the LA modern mansion in Aurelia City. Do you think we should take this chance to directly... snap!"
As Jero spoke, he made a slicing gesture across his neck.
The man suddenly stood up, full of murderous intensity and anger.
"Such an important thing, why are you only telling now?! Prepare the personnel imdiately for departure!"
The man said as he walked toward the villa, moving so swiftly that the white towel over his shoulders fell to the ground.
Jero looked up, catching sight of the man’s enormous tattoo on his back.
It was of a bizarre-looking red giant dragon, with seven crowned heads and ten horns, a tail dragging a third of the stars, its tail extending beneath the man’s pants, striking and terrifying.
He had seen this tattoo many tis but still did not know its symbolic aning.
Jero quickly looked away, picked up the towel, and followed.
As he caught up, he heard the man using a walkie-talkie to summon personnel.
After the man finished speaking, he couldn’t help but ask, "Duke, are you... going with ?"
The man’s expression was resolute and horrifying.
"Last ti he escaped by chance; this ti, he won’t get another. I’m personally going to take his head!"
This revenge, he had waited nearly twenty years for; he couldn’t wait any longer!
He wanted Damian Knight’s life.
Imdiately, right now!
The man opened a compartnt in the wardrobe and took out a revolver.
In Europe, it’s not illegal to carry guns.
"Move out!"
At the command, dozens of black cars sped toward Aurelia City.
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