The room froze, all eyes looking at Asher. It was clear he was trying to stir trouble. "My grandfather does whatever he wants. Who are you to tell him what to do and what not to do? Do you have even an atom of respect, to dare talk to my grandfather like that? Even your uncle wouldn't dare! "You better sit down, or I'll be forced to take authority and ask you out! It doesn't matter if we and the Aldrige family get into a fight!" Sheila roared, exuding the awe-inspiring aura of a heiress. "I only asked that his gift be announced just like those of the other guests were. Why are you so tense?" But in the face of her threat, Asher merely laughed. His voice dropped, a sneer playing on his lips. "Or are you scared your family's most honored guest and your knight in shining armor's gift would be an embarrassment compared to that of others?" "..." Sheila was left speechless. "Guards!" Suddenly, Drake stood up and bellowed. "Kick Asher Aldrige and the rest of his family out!"

"Yongle imperial white porcelain cup, an Imperial kiln piece of the Yongle Emperor?" The cup was actually a piece of the Yongle Emperor? That legendary figure? The guests were so stunned, their eyes widened like saucers, their bodies trembling. But none could doubt it. How could they? Dr. Hale had just offered 50 billion—and even called it far below its value. He was ready to contact headquarters on the spot if Mr. Dunn Sr. accepted the offer. Did any of that look like a joke? Slowly… their gazes shifted to Robin. That slim, calm, indifferent figure. To think they had laughed, chastised and mocked him, calling his gift insignificant and nothing when it was in fact the most valuable thing in the hall! If the Harmon family’s piece was the sky, then his was the entire universe! Asher didn't know whether to keep standing or find a place to hide. Everything he planned—to humiliate Robin, remind him he was still nothing, that healing Nigel and Lena and saving Sheila d

Robin took in the young man. He was rather interesting. “Thank you for the gesture,” he said calmly, “but there's no need.” He swept his gaze around, to the Dunns and the Harmons. “I, Robin Ramsay, have remembered your kind intentions today!” Then he swayed his gaze back to Will and his father. “When I'm done with Shawn, I'll pay a visit to your family.”“Hah!” Shawn laughed coldly. “Do you think you can leave the Abyssal Dominion alive? You are dumber than I thought.” He turned to his subordinates. “Boys, seize him!”At his command, they moved, roughly grabbing Robin. Robin didn't struggle, letting them grab him.“Mr. Ramsay, you still have an option to turn things around,” just then, Dr. Hale, who had been silent, spoke up. “Have Mr. Dunn Sr. give that antique to me, and I'll immediately contact my people to come lend you a hand. With three families and my people, I'm certain we can protect you against Shawn!”Shawn's expression darkened. He shot the old man a withering glare. "Adr

One of the thugs holding Robin yanked the door open and dragged him out, the other right behind him. The rest poured out of the cars—some with daggers, others with batons, a few with whips.Their momentum was fierce as they circled Robin, killing intent flickering in their eyes.They glowered at him.But in the face of this blatant intimidation, Robin remained calm. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings, then dropped his gaze to Shawn. He said indifferently, “This doesn’t look like the Abyssal Dominion. I thought we were heading to your base?”“Hmph!” one of Shawn’s boys snorted. “Do you think a loser like you is worthy to step foot into the Abyssal Dominion? We’ll get rid of you here and leave your corpse for the vultures.”“Oh,” Robin mouthed, unfazed. His gaze remained on Shawn. "I have something to discuss with you, Shawn. Your base would’ve been more appropriate. But," he shrugged, "here can you do as well.""How dare you call the boss by name?!” one of them barked.Robin

But this was a clash.The thugs wouldn’t wait for him to clear his vision, would they?“Hahaha,” they laughed.“Punk, weren’t you so strong? Now defend yourself—let us see!” one jeered. He was the one who had whispered to his comrades. His baton shot out, striking Robin roughly against his ribs.But what the thug expected didn’t happen. Instead of Robin falling to the ground and sprawling in pain, his shirt only had a small tear—not even a single scratch on his skin. Meanwhile, the baton split in half, the recoil sending the thug staggering backward more than a hundred steps.“Impossible!” the rest gasped in disbelief. Could anyone’s body be that sturdy?Was he still human?One of them let out his energy, channeling it into his whip. He slashed.WHIP!The whip landed ruthlessly on Robin’s back. But just like the baton, it only tore his shirt, leaving no mark on his body. Meanwhile, the whip snapped in half, and the thug was sent flying.He slammed into the foot of the mountain before