Reginald sat there, and upon hearing this, his expression suddenly darkened. His hand, which had been playing with the dagger, paused. His eyes turned toward him, extremely sinister—“Lucas, you don’t seem to understand me. A mere southern border is not even worth my attention.”As he spoke, the dagger flew from Reginald’s hand. A flash of cold light brushed past Lucas’s ear and pierced straight into the pavilion pillar behind him.Outside the pavilion, even the waterfall carried the sound of slaughter.“Mr. Wordsworth controls the Wordsworth’s Consortium, holds THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE’s transportation network, and even the president was installed by you. Naturally, there is nothing in this world worthy of your attention.”Lucas stood straight, neither humble nor overbearing.Although he was disabled, he was still the head of the ThankGod family. Even facing Reginald, he still had some backbone.Hearing this, Reginald sneered, twirling the dagger sheath in his hand, his voice cold and
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