Chapter 1190

"It's you, Old Hunt!" Owen's expression darkened when he caught sight of Francis.

"Old Durkan, you came from a prestigious family, after all, but I can't believe you're willing to bully a foreigner just to get your hands on a piece of treasure! Are you Durkans so shameless as to commit daylight robbery like this?" Francis snarled as he and the rest of the Hunts finally reached Leon and Quinton's side.

"I-" the color drained from Owen's face, but he had nothing to say to that.

However, now that the treasure was right before his eyes, he could not give up on it just like that, no matter what Francis said!

"Old Hunt, this twat injured my grandson, and I have to avenge him for this! This is between me and him, and has nothing to do with you Hunts at all, so you'd better stick your noses elsewhere!" Owen replied coldly.

"What if I insist on sticking my nose in this?" Francis said frostily.

"Are you insisting on making us Durkans your enemy?" Owen snarled.

"So what if I am?