Jorge Saxton swept a glance over everyone in front of him, his voice resolute: "If my sister loses even a single strand of hair, Howard Saxton's fate will be yours tomorrow! I will take revenge on every one of you! So from now on, you'd better pray for her safety!"
"Jorge Saxton, I advise you not to regret, remember that the older ginger is spicier!" Damien Morris squinted his eyes slightly.
Jorge Saxton chuckled, "My dear uncle, you may have forgotten, there's another saying: the rear waves of the Yangtze River drive on those before, with the front waves dying on the beach!"
"We'll see about that!"
Ariel Morris stood beside Jorge Saxton and sneered, "Damien Morris, the Morris Clan has already been taken over by Arlo Seys. Back in the day, you heartlessly snatched my grandfather's business, and over two decades later, you still have to spit it back out! You took everything from my grandfather and my mother; now my brother and I will take it all back!"
