Chapter 292

After he spoke, an invisible aura suddenly radiated outward, filling the side hall with a gloomy atmosphere.

"I didn't expect it either; after so many years without meeting, you have somehow lost a bit of your masculinity and ferocity, gaining a touch of evil instead." The previously deep voice sounded again: "I thought you would continue to stay in Europe."

"I indeed will continue to stay in Europe," the other evil-looking old man said, "but I will no longer remain on De Folanxi Island."

"You don't want this island anymore?" The previously deep voice sounded again: "After all, this island has an excellent environment, beautiful scenery, and extremely fresh air."

"Such beautiful scenery should belong to Bai Jinhangong." The other old man sneered with a cold snort: "If you are unwilling to guard this island, then hand it over to someone else to watch over."

This fellow truly looks extremely arrogant.

"No, I will not hand this island over to anyone else," the deep voice said. "It will only belong to the Golden Family."

After finishing, he added another sentence: "Moreover, my children will also come here on a certain day in the future."

"So what? Ownership of all these seas belongs to the Golden Family, unless you can offer a better price." The voice of the other old man carried a hint of mockery: "Besides, my children, I think, should be unlikely to agree to your conditions."

"You don't understand; you are not worthy of possessing this island, and my children cannot accept such provocation either." The deep voice said calmly: "They will eventually set foot on this land, and then crush all enemies who block their path."

"Then let us wait and see; I hope your sons and grandsons can arrive here smoothly." The old man's voice still showed no fear: "But I must remind you that my children are much more powerful than you imagine, and I, Yuandoubu Society, will sooner or later make you know what it means to have no regrets."

"My children are the same." The deep voice revealed strong confidence: "And we both have such qualification."

"Heh heh." The old man sneered twice: "If your sons and grandsons dare to cross the threshold by even half a step, then you will lose the most important thing."

"What?" The deep voice seemed slightly stunned for a moment.

"The woman you care about most." The old man said.

"My woman has been dead for over three hundred years." The deep voice fell silent for two seconds, then sighed: "Over these years, although I have lived in Europe for most of the time, I have never forgotten her. I once said that after the situation here stabilizes, I must go find her tombstone."

"Heh heh, pity, you will never get your wish; you will never see her again." The old man said: "Because she has already become a ghost. 630"

"No, I don't believe it." The deep voice said.

"Don't believe it? Then let us wait and see; wait to watch your good show!"

These two old men were locked in direct confrontation, with no friendliness existing between them at all, while the deep voice said: "My child, how much longer must you wait?"

"My child?" Hearing this sentence, the old man's voice suddenly carried a hint of mockery: "You don't mean that little brat, do you?"

"Yes." The deep voice revealed a touch of vicissitudes; he said: "Apollo is my son."

Hearing this sentence, the other old man sneered contemptuously: "Haha, back then, he almost killed you; now you actually treat him as your own son? This is truly absurd."