"Gale, immediately air freight these two bottles of Immortal Orange Wine to France for our clan's elites to study it. Also, immediately gather all information about this Immortal Orange Wine in Huaxia."
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as Luo Guangwei and Wang Jinsu left, Count Hilcon instructed his butler Gale in a deep voice.
"Yes, my lord."
Gale nodded and replied respectfully.
"Heh heh, no matter who it is, anyone who affects or obstructs the wealth of the Bordeaux Clan will ultimately disappear."
Count Hilcon let out a raspy voice, almost inhuman, as a hint of scarlet light flashed in his eyes.
Two days later, in a five-star hotel in Celestial Sea City.
Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the bed, with Ninefold Prison Peak floating in mid-air.
Buzz~!
