Ancestral Heir System

The Death Merchant

In a splendid living room, a billionaire could be seen sitting comfortably but with a scared look on his face as he stared at three figures in front of him.

Totally different from him, these people had cold smirks on their face and their auras were domineering.

There was a young man with short white hair sitting on the sofa while playing with his dagger and staring at Jarvis with a scoff.

Standing behind him were two masked figures all armed with swords, ready to attack on the command of the white haired man sitting in front of them.

"Jarvis Rice, is that what they call you?" Asked the white haired young man.

"Y.. yes. I am Jarvis Rice, what do I hold for your visit?"

"What?? You don't like seeing us here? You think we are dogs and we stink? Is that what I heard?"

Jarvis Rice's eyes widened, "No, no, you misheard, I only told you my name, I don't have any bad intentions."

"So you are trying to say I have hearing issues? Is that not what you are trying to tap about?"

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