“Uncle, why are you here?”

As the middle aged man rushed to the front of Nathan to give him a respectful bow in fear and trepidation, everyone else present was shocked.

Frank wanted to leave a line of bloody wounds across Lord Lex’s neck using the machete to intimidate Nathan, but he stopped abruptly when he saw what happened.

The senior executives of Valtameri may not know clearly the origins of this middle aged man, but he knew him well. That man was an Intermediate-Mystic ranked expert fighter that he had invited over from Alaska after spending a huge sum of money.

He was the son of the Pattingson family in Alaska — Wilber Pattingson.

Now, he greeted this older man as his uncle. Could it be that this old man was also a member of the Pattingson family, and a senior of the Pattingsons?

Nathan’s eyes turned sharp. “I should be the one asking you this. Why are you here?”

Wilber was not an idiot. At the moment, it was obvious to him that his uncle sided with the enemy camp.

He