Chapter 111 A Big Short's Prisoner

• At this time, Jacob went up to check on Presley’s body. He saw that the clothes on Presley’s back were not torn up a bit, but Presley was spitting out pieces of internal organs from his mouth. Immediately, Jacob knew that this was the damage caused by the influx of energy of Strength Realm into his body, and he admired Leonard’s means even more. After talking about the business, Jacob was still a little worried. “As far as I know, Presley worked for the Hanson family on the southern border. Now that Presley has died here, the Wolff family must be careful of the Hanson family’s revenge.” “The Hanson family on the southern border?” The faces of Samuel and the others, who were originally smiling, turned gloomy again when they heard the name.
• The Wolff family was almost wiped out by Presley, not to mention the Hanson family, who was stronger than Presley. They were overjoyed just now and forgot about this. “Don’t worry. I’ll finish what I started. If the Hanson family makes a move, I will help you deal with it.” After Leonard finished speaking, everyone in the Wolff family felt a little more at ease. In fact, Leonard was not only doing it to help the Wolff family but also for himself. The Blood Emerald Pearl that the Hanson family wanted to offer to Asura Sect was with him, and they would definitely come to make trouble for him. Then a battle with the Hanson family was inevitable. Of course, if the Hanson family didn’t cross the line much, Leonard would not do anything to the Hanson family, and he might even give them some compensation. After all, Blood Emerald Pearl originally belonged to the Hanson family. When he came to the Marriott Restaurant with the Wolff family, everyone couldn’t help but compliment and thank Leonard. Leonard actually didn’t like this kind of atmosphere. After eating, he got up and left directly.
• Samuel asked his daughter to walk Leonard out. When Eileen chased him out, she found that Leonard’s sports car had already sped away. She pouted, being angry by herself there. At the same time, in a club in Newden City. Madilyn was wearing a white dress, with light makeup on her face, sitting on the couch, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, gently stirring the spoon in her hand, with an elegant demeanor and calm eyes. On the opposite side of her, there was a middle–aged man. The middle–aged man was dressed in a suit with a square face, looking majestic. The aura inadvertently exuded from the eyes gave people the feeling of seeing a dormant tiger. More than a dozen strong men in black stood not far from the two of them, and each of them stood straight like a gun, forming a restricted area around the two of them. “Mr. Morrison, would you like tea or coffee?” Madilyn asked softly. “I don’t want to drink anything now.”