Chapter 922

Theophilus looked at Ricky with a thoughtful gaze and indifferently said: “Then let's go."

Ricky felt as though Theophilus had seen right through the secrets he harbored, with sweat forming on his forehead continuously.

At the same time.

At the Stream Pond Mansion of the Long family.

Oscar Long, the eldest son of the Long family, was sitting on the balcony of the second floor, one hand holding a stemmed glass, the other resting on the balcony rail, his gaze eagerly watching the trail outside the mansion.

He had planned to bring the daughter of the Young family to warm his bed tonight, but for some reason, it was already past ten o'clock, and Scarred Face had yet to bring the person over.

"Could it be that Scarred Face was defeated?"

Oscar Long took a sip of red wine, muttering to himself: “Impossible, Scarred Face is a Human board master after all, dealing with a girl should be as easy as flipping a hand."