Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Horror Game Designer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1092- Free competition
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 202: Knowledge
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 280: The Man in the Mirror
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1091- Series of information
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 907: Preserved Pill
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.2: Plot to Kill - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 201: Priest
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 279: No One Is Innocent
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1090- Outer space
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1089- Rushed Gunner
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 906: Breaking the Realm (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 905: Breaking the Realm (1)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 577.1: Plot to Kill - Part 1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3810: Little Grass’s Strength
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 200: Flood
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 278: Wait
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1088- Familiar people
In a dimly lit room, Lucius sat with his legs crossed, a smile playing in his blue eyes.
Guards with rifles stood around him, their expressions stern.
Clang.
The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, black vest, and black trousers walked in, and his sharp eyes fixed on Lucius.
"Lucius Phillips." Sir Derek Larson growled.
"Long time no see, old friend." Lucius said with a polite smile, "Still tormenting our narwhal friend, are you?"
"You blew up my gate. Is that how you treat an old friend?" Derek said in a low voice.
"You know, as you get older, you tend to act out." Lucius replied, a slightly bashful smile on his face.
Sir Derek Larson stared at Lucius like a stone statue. After a moment of thought, he finally uttered: "You need to compensate me for the damage to the gate and the lost work time. Unlike you, every minute of my time is valuable."
"I refuse." Lucius said cheerfully.
"You refuse?" Derek's eyes took on an indescribable shade, "Do you mean to say you want..."
"You to call the police? I have no objections. Let them come." Lucius spread his arms, a cheerful expression on his face.
Pleased to see Sir Derek Larson's face darken, he carried on: "Let me guess, if the police were to come and find out about the illegal practices taking place in your factory, you'll have a hard time wrapping things up, right?"
"You underestimate my influence..." Derek's tone grew sharp.
"Trust me, I don't underestimated a thing." Lucius shook his head ruefully, "If the Northern District Police Department fairly enforced the law, you would have been thrown into prison a long time ago. I understand, mate, money can buy anything."
"What you fear are Bell Protectors, especially since your master, Prince Austin, is being investigated. You've probably received a warning from him, so you won't dare to make a peep."
Lucius's words made Sir Derek Larson's face darken further. He glared at Lucius, his voice hoarse, "You have no proof. That is slander."
"Oh, old friend." Lucius leaned back in h
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