Faced with Yeats Howard's excitement, as if he feared the world was not chaotic enough, Marcus Quinn's gaze fell directly on the tea table carved from a camphor tree root. He picked up the notebook that Leah had been scribbling in earlier, glanced at it, and then said, "Let's focus on retrieving Grandpa's assets first. As for the Yarn Family, Imperial City isn't their turf. Even if they take a hard hit, they can just retreat to Seacoast."
Marcus Quinn's life creed is a single decisive strike.
"Alright, retrieving assets isn't a bad thing either. I'll head to the Shaw Family and inquire about the situation, see if I can put some pressure on and let the Yarn Family hurry up and leave Imperial City, to avoid being an eyesore," Yeats Howard said excitedly. "When are we taking on the Duncan Family?"
"It's we, not just you," Marcus Quinn glanced at him lightly and said, "The Howard Family shouldn't get involved to avoid claims of bullying or official complaints."
