In the lobby, a middle-aged man with gold-framed glasses sat at a table, drinking tea. He wore a gray-black suit and looked quite high-spirited.
Meanwhile, other guests in the lobby knelt on the floor, afraid to look up.
Upon seeing Philip’s return, the owner of the hotel hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Mr. Clarke, you’re finally back. An esteemed guest is looking for you…”
Philip frowned and knew without asking that the middle-aged man was looking for him.
“Young Patriarch Clarke, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I just made some tea. Do have some…” The middle-aged man with glasses gently pushed the cup of tea to the opposite side.
Philip frowned and stepped forward. Without drinking the cup of tea, he asked coldly, “Who are you?”
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned to look at Philip, and said, “The people here call me Dragon King Well out of respect.”
Dragon King Well?
Philip frowned and asked, “Why are you looking for me?”
Dragon King Well smiled and said, “It’s nothing much. I heard that you’ve taken one of my subordinates away, so I hope that you can let him go.”
He was here for Dumbo Lane.
Philip said blandly, “In that case, you should look for Aaron Dole, not me.”
Dragon King Well took a sip of tea and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, let’s not beat about the bush. I’m here today just to ask you to let him go. If you do, you may make a reasonable request from me.”
Philip smiled lightly and said, “It seems that you came prepared. What if I don’t want to let him go?”
With that said, a chill flashed across Dragon King Well’s eyes. He put down the teacup in his hand gently, looked up at Philip, and said, “In that case, there’ll be no place for you in Mystic City!”
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