“It seems that this girl of yours is well-trained and obedient.” Dylan Harding laughed, then leaned against the car window, taking another look at Nina Houry’s figure, “It seems, Owl brother, you like this kind of naivety. You are lucky at night. But, if you don’t mind, I have many different ones, with good figures, peach-like, if you want, just squeak, I will send people over. If you want the original, I have quite a few, just squeak.”
Naive?
Good figure?
Nina Houry was taken aback. What did he mean? Was he saying that her figure was not good? Where was it not good? Cain Johnson said the same thing, and this guy was saying the same thing. Was it just because her chest was a bit flat, and her buttocks a bit small? How could that mean her figure was not good?
Humph. Nina Houry was angry in her heart, but didn’t show it, nor did she show anything else.
She was now Owl’s maid, and she didn’t dare to retort.
“No need.”
Robin shook his head, still so indifferent.
This reaction made Dylan Harding feel quite normal. A killer, if not indifferent, what would he be? But then he tentatively asked, “Then, the business you want to discuss, can you tell me about it?”
“It’s not time yet. When I see your father, I will naturally speak.”
Robin did not say.
“That’s fine.”
Dylan Harding nodded, but this sentence made him feel a little unhappy. Although he was a killer, he was too arrogant, too overbearing. Didn’t he know his reputation?
In the Harding family, he was also a character.
This person ignored him too much.
He didn’t mind this person’s temperament, but he didn’t even want to tell him about the business, and wanted to wait until his father came to talk about it. This showed that this person didn’t take him seriously, thought that he, Dylan Harding, didn’t have the qualifications to sit on an equal footing with him.
This was belittling him.
However, even if he was dissatisfied in his heart, he still appeared extremely amiable on the surface. Hypocritical gentleman, surface work, he could do it too, at least he wouldn’t let this person generate murderous intent.
Before long, they arrived at ‘Hotel Mountland’.
“This is the largest five-star hotel in Mountland. After our Harding family arrived, we directly occupied this hotel. Most of the people coming and going are here to curry favor with our Harding family.”
At the entrance, Dylan Harding pointed at the large hotel, then pointed at the people nearby.
“Master Dylan, we want to present a big gift to the Harding family.”
“Master Dylan, my daughter is of stunning beauty. I wonder if she could have a meal with Master Dylan.”
“Master Dylan, I’ve obtained a piece of top-grade imperial green jadeite and would like to present it to Master Dylan.”
Many people, upon seeing Dylan Harding, were even more excited than seeing a celebrity. They all gathered around, wanting to give gifts, but they were all blocked by some security guards.
“These people, they want to curry favor with our Harding family, but they are not qualified enough.”
A sense of arrogance emerged from Dylan Harding as he glanced at Robin, “Right, I heard that Mr. Owl, your assassination skills are quite accomplished. Coincidentally, those old men in our family are also present. When you have time, you can exchange some moves. By the way, those old men were also on the Darkboard in their youth. Their ranking wasn’t high, around twenty or so, but after so many years, they must have improved somewhat.”
Dylan’s words sounded pleasant, but in fact, they were a threat.
The old men in my family were also high-level practitioners on the Darkboard, their rankings were even higher than yours, and after so many years, their skills have become immensely profound. They are not something you can handle.
That was probably the meaning.
Very impressive, you better not cause trouble in Mountland.
“Is that so? If there’s time, I really would like to exchange some moves.” Robin slowly said.
Dylan Harding felt that Robin’s tone lacked any respect, and even seemed eager to compete. This suddenly made him feel a hint of displeasure.
What was this?
Did this person consider himself a high-level practitioner?
And wants to spar? Believe it or not, those old men in my family could chop you down with one stroke.
Such an arrogant fellow.
“Both of you, wait here, I’ll go find my father.”
After bringing Robin and Nina Houry to a lounge, Dylan Harding left and quickly arrived at the top floor.
“How’s it going?”
James Harding was waiting there.
“He doesn’t seem to be pretending, I’ve tested him. But, he’s really straightforward when he talks, which is annoying. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s a high-level practitioner with potential to be won over, I would’ve killed him on the spot.” Dylan Harding’s eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness.
“Being straightforward shows he’s easy to control, he has no scheming.” James Harding shook his head, then started walking down, saying, “Let’s go, let’s see what this high-ranking Darkboard practitioner wants to do by coming here.”
The two of them went down to the lounge.
“Mr. Owl, I’m James Harding, the current master of Mountland.” James Harding walked over, his tone somewhat overbearing. He directly mentioned he was the master, leaving no room for ambiguity.
Actually, he was right, Mountland now truly belonged to the Harding family.
“Speak, what is it?” After sitting down, James Harding crossed one leg over the other and asked while puffing on a cigar.
Unlike Dylan Harding, he fully displayed the domineering nature of the Harding family.
Dylan Harding was mainly trying to win over ‘Owl’, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so patient with Robin, and wouldn’t have said so much.
These top-level assassins were all very welcome.
“I want to sell this thing in Mountland.”
With a clang, Robin placed an object on the table.
It was an item resembling a rod, wrapped in layers of cloth. Once unwrapped, it was revealed to be a sword, a very antique sword with many rust spots. Upon opening it, it was already rusted.
At first glance, it was a broken sword.
Dylan Harding frowned, “Just this?”
To be honest, he was a bit angry. He had brought him all the way here, chatted so much, thinking there was some huge business opportunity, only for it to be this, a broken sword?
What did they take the Harding family for? Junk collectors?
Just as he was about to lose his temper, James Harding grabbed Dylan Harding, barely able to contain his excitement, “Quickly go find Master Lawson, quickly.”
“Master Lawson?” Dylan Harding was taken aback.
Master Lawson was the oldest and most experienced antique appraiser in Mountland. Ordinary people couldn’t even ask for him, and he was a stubborn man who wouldn’t be swayed by coercion or bribery.
He was just about to say that they couldn’t invite this person, but James Harding immediately said, “Tell him, there is a shocking secret treasure here that needs his appraisal. I, James Harding, guarantee it with my reputation.”