"General Manager, have you encountered sothing important?"
Delia seductively leaned on Mar's shoulder, her hair brushing her cheeks with a captivating fragrance.
"Yes, a big problem. I'm afraid I won't have ti tonight." Mar's expression was grave as he quickly left the office. Mar had just called his father, the head of the Paul Family, regarding the legend of the ring, a secret known by very few within the Paul Family.
Paul Family Headquarters.
"I've already called my father; I believe he'll be back soon. Would you like sothing to drink?" Mr. Paul walked into the living room.
"Whatever, coffee."
Lin Mo grinned.
Mr. Paul had a special feeling of both hatred and admiration for Lin Mo.
He hated Lin Mo for hitting him, yet he admired him because, despite being younger, Lin Mo possessed such imnse strength. Throughout history, mankind's admiration for the powerful has never waned.
"Pour this gentleman a cup of coffee," Mr. Paul instructed a maid.
Lin Mo drank coffee while observing the living room's décor.
The materials and furnishings were top-notch, and the floor, made of transparent glass, housed many marine creatures beneath, including a shark swimming with its jaws wide open, occasionally bumping against the glass.
Yet there wasn't a sound or tremor, suggesting the glass was made of so special material.
"Decadent," Lin Mo sighed.
Mr. Paul proudly said, "These sharks cost a fortune to bring from the Pacific Ocean. The glass is made of special materials, and maintaining the living room floor and the sharks below costs millions of US dollars each month."
"Not too bad."
Lin Mo set down his coffee cup.
In the Immortal Realm, his Immortal Mansion had auspicious beasts roaming the clouds, several Wilderness Nine-Headed Fla Dogs at the gate, Flood Dragons dancing inside, and the palace constructed entirely of top-grade spiritual veins, making it one of the most luxurious mansions in the Immortal Realm.
As for the imaginings of ordinary humans, he rely sighed, not feeling envious.
After waiting approximately twenty minutes,
a middle-aged man and an elderly man with white hair approached from outside, both in suits and exuding an aura of nobility. The older man was full of spirit, his face glowing, with a golden pocket watch hanging at his chest.
"Dad, Grandpa," Mr. Paul stood up and called out.
Mar nodded at his son but kept his focus on the young boy sitting on the sofa, black-haired and black-eyed—a young Huaxia boy.
Several stern-looking bodyguards followed behind the white-haired elder, each emanating a dragon- and tiger-like aura. Lin Mo could tell at a glance that these bodyguards possessed Martial God level strength.
You must know that when he first encountered a Martial God in Jinling, just one could beco a local overlord.
The fact that the white-haired elder required several Martial God level bodyguards spoke volus about his status and financial prowess.
The white-haired elder was the current Clan Leader of the Paul Family—Condine Paul.
A renowned billionaire across Arica, a legendary figure who rose through the Wall Street financial storm. Though ti had weathered him like dead wood, the wisdom in his slightly narrow eyes still shone through.
"Is this Lin Mr. you ntioned?" Mar fixed a sharp gaze on Lin Mo.
Apparently, Mr. Paul had already told him about Lin Mo, who had slapped his son and was a Martial Artist from Huaxia.
"Yes," Mr. Paul nodded.
"Hello, Mr. Lin."
At this point, Condine approached Lin Mo, his face wrinkled like tree bark, revealing a smile.
"Yes, and you are the head of the Paul Family?"
Lin Mo inquired.
"Yes," Condine nodded, "May I know what brings you such a long way, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Mo didn't mince words and said directly: "I know the Paul Family has a ring. I want that ring."
Condine and Mar were both montarily stunned.
Information about the ring was only known to the core mbers of the Paul Family, and even Mr. Paul seed unaware of it.
"Dad, Grandpa, what ring is he talking about? Why have I never heard of it?" Mr. Paul asked suspiciously.
Condine sighed as he sat on the sofa, "Since soone's co asking today, I'll tell you."
"That ancient ring has been passed down through our Paul Family ancestors. It is said that our ancestor was a friend of Lucifer. Back then, Lucifer gave him a ring. Later, when Lucifer was defeated and retreated to Hell, the ring remained in the human world."
"Lucifer?"
Mr. Paul's eyes widened, "Isn't that just a legendary story? Could Lucifer actually exist?"
"This is just a story passed down by our ancestors, but I can't say whether it's true or not," Condine shook his head, "After all, it's sothing from centuries ago, impossible to verify."
Then, Condine looked at Lin Mo with those small eyes and asked, "Mr. Lin, how did you learn about our family's possession of this ring?"
"Joe told ."
Lin Mo smiled.
"Joe?" Condine's expression shifted subtly, clearly having heard the na before.
"Alright, our family doesn't have the capability to guard this ring, so I will give it to Mr. Lin," Condine agreed readily.
Mar wanted to say sothing, but Condine's gaze stopped him.
The situation seed better than Lin Mo had imagined. He had initially thought he would need to use so Martial Power to obtain it, not expecting Condine to be so straightforward.
After all, the Paul Family is a Super Family in Arica, and if things got out of hand, it could cause a significant commotion. Moreover, Lin Mo didn't want other factions to know his whereabouts, as it would complicate things.
Before long, Condine erged from his study, cautiously handing Lin Mo a wooden box.
Lin Mo opened the box, revealing an ancient ring, plain and unadorned, most remarkably crafted from crude iron, so ordinary that if dropped on the ground, no one would bother to pick it up.
It looked far too ordinary, much like an iron ring.
Yet from this iron ring, Lin Mo sensed a familiar energy fluctuation identical to the one on the Magic Box, Crystal Necklace, hairpin, and Bloodstained Bible.
Condine had not deceived him.
"Magic Box, Crystal Necklace, Bloodstained Bible, hairpin, and now the ring; I just need the last item to gather the key to open the Ancient Battlefield Ruins. ng Die, Mother, wait for to return."
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