Chapter 568: Chapter 568 Your Golden Core Is Mine
After ending the call, I couldn’t help but chuckle.
These money-hungry bastards always wanted to lord over everyone else, treating people like their personal puppets.
That was something I’d never stomach. Atkinson Samson proved that point perfectly.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Victor Green’s number.
Once the call connected, I said, "Victor Green, you and Mya Winona need to head out tomorrow. Come to Cango City."
"Mason Raymond, I finally tracked you down..."
But a menacing voice answered instead.
I frowned. "Who the hell are you?"
"Me? Someone’s paying me to put you in the ground, but I couldn’t find you. So I had to camp out at your place and wait." The voice was ice-cold.
"Let me introduce myself. You should know my name - I’m Dalia Yann."
I said flatly, "Dalia Yann? Never heard of you."
Dalia Yann paused on the other end. Then he let out a nasty laugh. "You’ve never heard my name? Looks like you don’t get out much..."
"What did you do to Victor Green and Mya Winona?" I cut through his bullshit.
Dalia Yann chuckled. "Get back here fast enough, and they might stay breathing. Keep hiding, and I can’t make any promises..."
"Fine. Stay put in Chuzzle. I’m coming." I hung up cold.
I spun around and bolted from Green Moon Villa, heading straight for Chuzzle.
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Chuzzle.
Dalia Yann sat cross-legged in the courtyard, looking like some mystical sage.
He clutched a small teapot, taking sips now and then.
The teapot wasn’t just for drinking - it was a deadly magical weapon!
Word was Dalia Yann had ripped this artifact from a Marquis’s hands, and it held a thread of heaven and earth’s power.
Using heaven and earth’s power to brew tea showed just how over-the-top Dalia Yann was.
"Keep quiet, and I won’t kill you," Dalia Yann glanced at the wounded Victor Green and Mya Winona sprawled on the ground.
Mya’s face was streaked with tears, her body shaking.
Victor Green had his fists balled up in rage!
Dalia Yann was pure evil! He’d carved a horrific gash across Mya’s beautiful face and punctured Victor Green’s dantian!
Watching their agony seemed to thrill Dalia Yann.
"My buddy, here I am again." A figure showed up at the entrance.
It was the mustached man.
The moment the mustached man walked in, he saw the scene before him.
He coughed twice and laughed. "Sorry, wrong house."
The mustached man spun around to bolt.
But Dalia Yann’s expression went ice-cold, and he snorted. "Since you’re here, come keep them company."
Dalia Yann lifted his hand and pointed.
Instantly, terrifying power rippled outward.
Then massive killing intent rushed at the mustached man!
"I’m outta here!" The mustached man shuddered and ran.
In a flash, the mustached man vanished completely.
This made Dalia Yann scowl.
"Fast little bastard," Dalia Yann muttered.
Even though it was just a casual strike, it came from a seasoned Marquis.
Dodging it so easily was suspicious.
"Who was that guy?" Dalia Yann looked down at Victor Green and asked.
Victor Green snarled, "Your daddy!"
Dalia Yann didn’t get mad, just laughed. "You’ve got no talent, but plenty of attitude. Aren’t you scared I’ll kill you?"
"If you kill me, Mr. Raymond will butcher you!" Victor Green roared.
Dalia Yann burst out laughing. "When I was ruling the world, Mason Raymond probably wasn’t even born yet."
"You old hag, quit bragging! Don’t think I don’t know - you’re just someone’s lap dog!" Victor Green cursed.
Dalia Yann’s eyes went narrow, and he said darkly, "Seems like you really don’t fear death. Fine. Let me help you out!"
Dalia Yann raised his finger, and terrifying energy gathered on it.
"Whoosh!"
With a light flick, Dalia Yann sent a sharp beam straight at Victor Green’s forehead!
But at the crucial moment, a finger ring shot out from nearby!
"Clang!"
The ring blocked Victor Green’s forehead perfectly!
Dalia Yann frowned. He was about to speak when he spotted the mustached man standing at the door with a sleazy grin.
"My buddy, killing folks is bad business," the mustached man said with a smirk.
Dalia Yann’s face went colder, and he said through narrowed eyes, "I let you escape before, and you dare interfere again? You’re asking for death!"
Dalia Yann waved his hand, and terrifying energy shot toward the mustached man!
The mustached man’s face changed. Panicking, he pulled out a magical artifact and hurled it at Dalia Yann.
"Clang!"
Dalia Yann’s technique got neutralized again!
And the mustached man’s artifact shattered to pieces!
"Damn it! I threw the wrong one! That artifact was my baby! You can’t just toss it!" the mustached man cried in anguish.
Dalia Yann’s face got even colder. He rose slowly, eyes narrowed. "Kid, you really pissed me off."
The mustached man tried to smooth things over. "My buddy, no need to rush. We can sit and chat. Or... how about we grab drinks? Your tab!"
"Screw off!" Dalia Yann was completely livid!
He raised his hand, and countless techniques poured down!
The mustached man shivered and yanked more magical artifacts from his spatial storage, throwing them wildly.
For a moment, bronze pots, rings, and jade stones flew everywhere.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With explosions filling the air, artifact after artifact shattered, making the mustached man cringe.
"Shit, those artifacts were my most treasured pieces!" The mustached man looked miserable.
Dalia Yann’s face grew darker and darker.
He couldn’t take down some random kid after all this time - how could he not be furious!
"My buddy, let’s call it here. Keep this up, and I’ll lose decades of collecting!" The mustached man waved his hands desperately.
But Dalia Yann only got angrier!
The kid was obviously mocking him!
Killing intent exploded from Dalia Yann.
He took a deep breath and said, "I don’t care who you are - you’re dead today!"
"That depends on what you’ve got!"
Right then, a cold voice rang out from the distance, and golden light shot straight at Dalia Yann’s face!
Dalia Yann didn’t dare slack off. He stomped his foot and immediately dodged sideways!
"Mason Raymond, you’re finally back," the mustached man said quickly.
"This old bitch smashed over a dozen of my artifacts. You better pay me back!" the mustached man said seriously.
I ignored the mustached man. I looked at the wounded Victor Green and Mya Winona on the ground and said coldly, "Your golden core is mine now."
