The police officers couldn't believe that they not only came to make an arrest but also ended up hearing about a mysterious aristocratic family. Astonishment was evident on their faces.One officer couldn't help but speak up, "It seems like the captain knows quite a bit about the Arnold family?"The police chief, with a distant look in his eyes, nodded and said, "I was once saved by the Arnold family master and spent some time in the Arnold estate."Others nodded in understanding.At this point, the police chief seemed to snap out of his reminiscence, stood up, and said in a low voice, "Since we couldn't apprehend the person today, let's temporarily retreat."If Cliff continued with his delaying tactics like this, they couldn't force him out for the time being. They could only station guards around the estate 24/7 to ensure Cliff could be caught if he left.Just then, the sound of slow footsteps suddenly echoed behind these police officers, and Scott's emotionless voice rang out, "S

Scott almost sneered as he said, "Kill my father, did you?"Clearly, just a few words, yet they made Cliff feel a level of contempt he had never experienced before. He glared fiercely at Scott, seeming to want to do something. But Scott suddenly stepped forward and raised his foot, crushing one of his legs. Cliff's eyes widened in shock, and then he immediately cried out in pain. Scott looked down at him, his eyes icy cold. "Don't scream, what's the use? The main mansion has a special barrier, with just a thought from me. Those outside won't ever hear what those inside say."Cliff's eyes widened, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.If looks could kill, perhaps Cliff's gaze would have torn Scott apart long ago. However, unfortunately, that was not the case. Scott looked at Cliff, his voice low, "With a little trickery like yours, you think you can make my father disappear without a trace like that? After all these years, you still can't accept your own uselessness? It seems t

After delegating everything, Walter promptly returned to the conglomerate, while Jennifer stayed back with Scott, preparing for their business trip. Because it sounded like the business trip was quite urgent. It was then that Jennifer began to inquire of Scott, "Scott, is it just you and me on this business trip?"Scott shook his head, saying, "Ayer is also coming along."As he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Ayer's voice rang out, "Master, I'm here."Upon hearing that Ayer would be joining them, Jennifer grimaced involuntarily, a reluctant expression crossing her face, though she could only purse her lips and say nothing. At this point, Scott also said, "Come in."Ayer immediately opened the door and stepped inside. He glanced briefly at Jennifer before standing in front of Scott with a serious expression. Except for Scott, there was no one else whose attitude could influence him.Seeing this, Jennifer couldn't help but snort disdainfully, though she quickl

Scott looked towards the girl on the ground and asked, "Who are you?"Diana didn't dare to fuss, nor did she dare to change her posture. She spoke sincerely, "I'm Diana, just a thief. I use this profession to survive."Scott continued, "How did you get to this floor?"Diana pursed her lips, seemingly hesitant about something and unwilling to talk.Ayer stepped forward behind Scott instantly. His face was truly intimidating, his cold gaze instilling fear.Diana trembled and hastily said, "I'll talk, I'll tell you everything, please spare me!"Only then did Ayer stop, and Diana continued honestly, "My mother used to belong to a cult. She possessed artifacts of the deity. As long as I prayed sincerely, I could do whatever I wanted."She then took out something resembling a handheld mirror from her tattered pocket. As soon as Scott saw the symbol on the back of the mirror, he almost squinted immediately. The merging of the moon and sun was clearly the symbol of the Call God organizati

Scott and Ayer appeared to walk as usual, but in reality, their pace was not slow at all. Despite their tall stature, the sound of their footsteps didn't draw any attention; in fact, others paid little notice to them. Without the skills they had honed over seven years of thievery, Diana might not have been able to keep up with their progress. Scott walked ahead, his emotionless, deep-set eyes assessing the alleyway. The alley looked ancient, with dark walls covered in moss. Additionally, the people here dressed very differently from those outside on the streets. They wore headscarves, yet their faces were exposed, and their garments were intricately embroidered and beautiful. Each person had some sort of lettering on their face. However, Scott could confidently say he had never seen this script in any book. It could be the script of a very small tribe or simply a type of symbol. They had circled the alley twice but, as usual, couldn't spot anything suspicious except f