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!”

A threat! Philip smiled and said, “Did you find out anything about me before you came?” Dragon King Well nodded slightly and said, “I know a little.” “Then you should know that I hate being threatened the most,” Philip said coldly. The atmosphere suddenly tensed. The guards behind Dragon King Well stared at Philip coldly before they drew guns from their waists and aimed them at Philip. On the side, Fennel and the others also got ready for battle. “Your subordinates don’t seem to understand the rules,” Philip glanced around and said coldly. Dragon King Well said, “Put your guns down.” The bodyguards followed the order. Dragon King Well stood up, looked at Philip seriously, and asked, “Are you sure you won’t let him go?” Philip said, “It’s not up to me or you to decide but the local authorities.” Dragon King Well smiled and said with a nod, “Interesting. Didn’t anyone tell you that the three Dragon Kings in Mystic City are the ones who have the final say here?” Philip said, “I’ve heard of that, but I think this rule needs to be changed.” Hearing this, Dragon King Well frowned, looked at Philip meaningfully, and said, “Indeed, Young Patriarch Clarke is as bold as rumored. You’re young and promising. But I do wonder if you have what it takes to change the rules in Mystic City.” With that said, he stared daggers at Philip. Philip met his stare too! At that moment, an invisible confrontation broke out between the two!