Horace put down his cup, his eyes had a dangerous glint as he said, "Isaac Garten is purely despicable. It's a shame that Mr. Bleu is still recovering, Isaac won't be roaming freely otherwise..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Kenne. I know of a few excellent ancient martial artists who are also planning something against him." Warwick smirked.
He decided to let Horace know about this piece of information. It was then that the door opened.
A man in a suit darted in, looking frantic. "B-Boss, we have bad news..."
"What made you lose your composure? Don't you notice I have a guest?" Horace scolded.
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