When Alex finished speaking, he waved his hand hard.

An overwhelming aura rose vigorously and pushed the two old men, Frederick and Zander, rolling out of the villa. They were then continuously pushed out of the villa’s gate.

When they climbed to their feet, their faces and noses were inevitably swollen.

Fortunately, Alex had used an ingenious technique in the process and did not cause any irreparable damage. Otherwise, even Mystic-ranked fighters would have been smacked to death by that blow right there and then.

“Hmph, this wealthiest man of West California still cannot get rid of his nature of being a parvenu despite his old age. His mind is full of ideas about speculation and profiteering,” Carey said as she snorted coldly.

“Mom, do you know him?” Daya asked.

“I can’t say that I know him. I just heard your grandpa talking about this man back then. When he was young, he was a troublemaker. He came from a family of relatively low background. He’s also uncultured. Later, I