CHAPTER 1917 I’M AN ELDER

Reagan was stunned.

Lin Group made them choose one or the other?

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Even if they had to choose, surely they should choose the Salos, right? Why did they choose Lin Group? Were they nuts? Or were they unable to think properly?

These two sides weren't even on the same level. Lin Group wasn't even worthy to carry the Salo clan's shoes!

He stared at his subordinate and thought he had heard him wrongly.

"Say that again?"

"Lin Group made them choose one or the other. If they chose the Salos, then they would never get the chance to work with Lin Group in the future," said the subordinate rather softly.

He felt that this was ridiculous too, and it seemed like a joke to him.

But regardless of whether it was these major powers within the Third World, the Lee family or the Japanese royal family, they had all chosen Lin Group without any discussion among themselves.

This was really insane!

Reagan's expression was rather complex. There was confusion, anger, and indignation in his expression. He simply couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

"So Lin Group is going to declare war directly?" He clenched his teeth and snarled, "Do they really think they can challenge the prestige of the Salos?"

"They can dream on!" Reagan slammed a palm on the desk. "They will have to pay for doing such a thing!"

They were actually going to compete with the Salos? No, this wasn't a competition anymore. This was war!

And it had already started!

In fact, Lin Group started the attack first. He had never come across anyone who dared to provoke him like this!

"Who's the guy in Europe now?"

"It's a man called Huang Yuming. There isn't a lot of information on him, and it seems like he doesn't hold a high position in Lin Group.”

Reagan was even angrier now.

If Lin Group wanted to challenge the Salos, then they should at least send a capable and experienced person over.

What was this Huang Yuming?

He had never heard of him and there was practically no information on him. It was clear that Lin Group had just randomly sent someone here. Did they think that the Salos were such pushovers?

Reagan was going to blow up soon!

"Kill him!" he gave the command without hesitation.

He couldn't get Lance and Lana back, and this probably made a lot of people think that there was a problem within the Salo clan. But even so, how could these people choose Lin Group?

Lin Group wasn't worthy!

This was a group that hadn't even made it into the Third World, so how could they challenge the Salos?

The more Reagan thought about it, the more indignant he became. "Kill him now!"

"Got it!" replied the subordinate before running off.

Reagan sat down but his face was still flushed. He had never been so angry before.

Nobody had ever dared to challenge him like this all these years.

He didn't even have any regard for the clan leader, never mind anybody else in the Third World.

His aim was to make the Salos the most powerful clan in the world!

"It looks like we need to dig out the other page of the manual," said Reagan as he turned to look towards a dark part of the room.

"Have you cracked the code yet?”

"I still need a little time."

A low and muffled voice came from the darkness, "This cemetery was built back then precisely to hide these two pages of the manual. It was very difficult to get the first page out already."

That cemetery contained the graves of almost all the longstanding aristocratic families, so even Reagan didn't dare to dig up all these graves publicly.

He had to crack the code of every burial plot in the cemetery and confirm which grave it was, then secretly go dig it up and retrieve the page in the shortest time possible.

Fang Yin took the previous page, and Reagan knew that it was hard to get it back. He needed to dig out the other page so that he would have sufficient bargaining chips in hand.

"What about your injury? How long will it take to fully recover?" asked Reagan with a frown.

The person standing in the darkness was the one he was counting on with his life!

But after a long period of silence, a murderous voice replied, 'Tve gotten well a long time ago and I've been training myself for the past eight years. This time, I'm going to make that dragon from the east into nothing but a worm!"