"Ha, it's not up to him whether to give up now, it's whether I want to let it go."
Li Feng sneered at Owen's roar in the back, looking completely disdainful.
"I want to kill him."
"I want to kill him with my own hands."
Owen covered his burning face, shocked that this man from Yan Country, who leeches off women, had slapped him.
This was unbearable.
After all, he was the heir of the Oppenheimer family, a diamond family with a two-hundred-year history, and he could not tolerate being humiliated by someone from Yan Country.
"Young Master!"
An elderly butler with white hair approached Owen: "The urgent concern is not this Yan Country man, but the batch of diamonds that were stolen. We must retrieve them, or the Oppenheimer family's reputation will be damaged."
"And until we have clarified and retrieved the diamonds, the Yan Country man cannot be harmed."
Owen looked at the butler with bloodshot eyes.
