“Jared, the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower does not belong to anyone. It belongs to whoever takes it. Why are you claiming ownership and threatening us to leave before you take it? Aren't you being too unreasonable?” Marcelo walked up to Jared and said coldly.
“Leave or die. Make your choice!”
A frightening aura instantly emanated from Jared's body as he spoke, fervently spreading in all directions.
Jared knew if these people could not be restrained now, there would be endless troubles for him in the near future.
As the crowd sensed the terrifying aura Jared was emitting, there was a change in expression on their faces.
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