"Get lost!" Joshua Sulliven once again climbed up from the beach, wondering when his closest aides began transforming into gossipers.
And what about his intimidation!
What about his aura of authority!
How did these few bastards start not fearing him after all these years!
Stuart Truman chuckled a few times and then continued: "Patriarch, are you seriously planning to give up? Or are you tacitly allowing others to pursue her? If you truly allow it, I'll immediately buy a ticket to City Elm!"
When the words fell, a punch landed directly on Stuart Truman's face.
After a loud bang, Stuart Truman only felt a fiery pain on his face, his eye sockets turning a few shades of purple.
Joshua Sulliven looked at him with a sullen face and spoke coldly: "You asked for it."
When the words fell, Joshua Sulliven turned and dove headfirst into the sea.
Stuart Truman sat on the beach rubbing his eye sockets, while a few men in black nearby couldn't help but laugh aloud.
