Revelle looked at the spread-out pictures in front of him, his delicate eyebrows gradually furrowing.
These bastards!
"Young master, please remain calm."
The old butler beside him adjusted his glasses and said softly, "In the current situation, no one dares to really harm the White Ghost, they should just be trying to coerce."
Revelle muttered, "The more we think they won't do anything, the more likely something unexpected will happen! The moment the main cannon lights up, it's all over! Can we get in touch with my idol? Invite him over immediately!"
"Young master, you shouldn't interfere in this matter, it will offend dozens of families."
Revelle glared at the old butler.
The old butler spread his hands helplessly.
Soon, Revelle calmed down as well, continuously pondering as one thought after another arose in his mind.
"Go, activate my emergency fleet, set sail immediately!"
