Time is the most merciless thing in this world, countless heroes who once suppressed their age could not withstand the ravages of time, and in their old age were used as stepping stones and played with by others.
Old Crusoe looked at the few youngsters sitting opposite him and found himself feeling powerless from deep within.
Wolf Dracula, in his early thirties, the Sect Leader of the Dracula Family.
Temir Kalamakris, in his twenties, with a net worth similar to his own, and born into a distinguished family.
Cheng Daqi, well, better left unsaid.
In any case, Old Crusoe, who had been tortured by the Little Dengs, felt somewhat wistful deep down.
He had once been young, vibrant, and filled with boundless ambition.
"Where does your confidence come from?"
Wolf didn't speak; his gaze moved between Cheng Daqi and Mi'er, watching the dynamics between this despicable couple.
"Mr. Crusoe, Chief Glu is our man, and it was I who ordered Glu to capture your son,"
