She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 953: This Is Going Too Far
Uncle Coleman paced to stand in front of the Willows Family Head, lowered his head and said: "You’re old, if you feel like you’ve lived enough and want to die, no one will stop you, but your daughter, even though she’s been married once, is still so young and beautiful. I believe many men would like her, and if sent to a nightclub, she’d surely become a star attraction in no time."
"And that little granddaughter of yours, is she called White? She’s quite adorable too. After raising her for a few more years, she could also start earning money."
The implication of making such a young child earn money was all too clear to the Willows Family Head.
He raised his head to look at this smiling old man and felt a chill fill his entire body; his eyes were full of hatred, wishing he could tear him apart.
But in the end, with no choice, he could only lower his head and submit: "I will cooperate, Lord Coleman, what do you want me to do?"
"Now that’s more like it, right?" Uncle Coleman happily patted the Willows Family Head’s shoulder, looking at the man: "Since the Willows Family Head has agreed to help you, cooperate well and strive to rescue the big and little earpiece as soon as possible, so I can be at ease."
The man nodded in agreement.
He first had The Dark Tower members take him down, then hesitantly looked at Uncle Coleman.
"What? Is there another problem?"
"Lord Coleman, should the pills for suppressing the insect venom be distributed this month?"
Uncle Coleman thought for a moment and said: "If I remember correctly, you and your family’s pills are not due for a few more days."
"Yes," the man said, "but the families of other brothers can’t hold on any longer."
"You’re quite considerate," Uncle Coleman remarked casually, then continued: "Wait until the young lady returns, then you can come get the pills."
"Lord Coleman!"
The man couldn’t help but call out to Uncle Coleman, hurriedly saying: "But the insect venom will flare up tonight."
"So, you’d better move quickly and don’t dawdle. That way, they will suffer a bit less. Understood?"
Uncle Coleman smiled gently, speaking with a tone and demeanor like a kind elder.
Yet it made the man’s hair stand on end uncontrollably.
The man wanted to argue further, but Uncle Coleman was already impatient, waved him off, and walked away.
Watching the door of the lounge close, the man lifted his head, his face full of resentment and hatred.
This is downright oppression!
Truly, it’s outright oppression!
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The official meeting of the Martial Arts Conference lasted two days.
This was the shortest duration of a Martial Arts Conference in nearly a century.
Usually, it would last at least ten days to half a month.
The purpose of the Martial Arts Conference, besides allowing all the big players to socialize, was to reallocate territories.
Every few years, some forces don’t develop as expected or even start to decline. In such cases, them occupying such large territories starts to bother everyone.
The vacated territories then become the object of division among everyone.
Originally, everyone thought the top spot this time would go to The Celestial Alliance.
Although The Celestial Alliance was still somewhat lacking compared to other top forces, it was still not as formidable as Orion Rivers, yet it maintained good relations with superpowers like The Dark Tower and The Hades Clan.
Who would have thought that it was actually The Martial Arbitration Council that rose to the occasion this time?
Speaking of The Martial Arbitration Council, everyone in The Umbral Zone knows it’s a joke.
Is it just a joke? This Tribunal actually harbors the delusion of promoting laws, equality, and peace in The Umbral Zone.
Is that not ridiculous?
For millennia in The Umbral Zone, might makes right, the victor is king, dissatisfaction leads to conflict, and if you get killed, you deserved it.
And now? This Tribunal actually advocates for law to punish wrongdoers.
Law?
Hahaha. How laughable.
