A row of dark green Toyota Prados were parked there, their glaring lights filling the courtyard, making it look as if it was morning.

The doors were kicked open soon after, and several men in robes appeared.

An arrogant voice was heard.

“You’re in a pretty good mood, old man. Have you been preparing all this for me? You know I love mutton! Should I be thanking you?”

The faces of everyone there darkened instantly.

The security guards, who were hiding in the shadows, quickly jumped out. They stood in front of Lennon and the others, on high alert.

A handsome man with an arrogant expression strode inside, his arms crossed, laughing all the way.

His long hair fluttered casually in the air, and his white shirt was slightly yellow. The terrifying aura of an elite could be felt on him.

Compared to the others, his utter dominance was enough for anyone to recognize him.

Conrad Surrey!

Ernie stepped forward, glaring coldly at Conrad.

“Didn’t you already break off from the family? Why a