A temporary meeting is approaching the end of the top floor of Wilton Stein Building.

"Let's stop here today. Regarding the company's headquarters migration to Manhattan, we can no longer delay it. All departments need to speed up the progress."

Just as the group president Consulli Wiltonstein announced the end of the meeting and stood up from the top of the long table, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly changed, and all the participants stretched their waists in their faces, or hurriedly packed up the documents in front of them.

But at this moment, a young and clear voice rang in the conference room: "Everyone! I think we should have forgotten something."

Everyone couldn't help but look at the speaker. It was a young man with fiery red hair. He was about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a sunny and tough temperament.

"Helloul Wiltonstein, this is a member of our Wiltonstein family. But now this poor little girl is suffering from inhuman torture in a basement in Atlanta. She may become a victim of the resurrection of the Dragon Girl in the Disaster tonight."

At this time, even Consulli Wiltonstein stopped, but the first person to respond was the middle-aged man who was sitting in the second seat of the left head and a little fat. The eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing an unpleasant luster.

"What do you want to say, Philip?"

"What I want to say is that we can't ignore her!"

The young man put his hands on the desk and glared at the people on both sides of the conference table: "I don't know why you ignored her existence. You just pretended that nothing had happened. But I can't stand it. Gentlemen! Her body flows, but the blood of our Wilton Stein family! And now we are sitting and watching one of our blood relatives die!"

"But Philip, she is no longer a member of our tribe."

The speaker was next to Kang Xiuli, with a sinister temperament and a sneering face: "She and her father have been removed from the list, right? We have already taken back her last name. Strictly speaking, she is not qualified to use the surname Wilton Stein."

"But this cannot change the blood in her body. It is the fact that Wilton Stein."

The eyes of a young man named Philip were swelling: "Uncle Cleo, and everyone, have you ever thought about how the famous families in Atlanta would view the Wilton Stein family after this? What kind of impression do our tribesmen have of the family? This Wilton Stein Building, a group company with a market value of hundreds of billions, wasn't the original intention of the ancestors to establish it to protect our tribesmen and our bloodlines, right?"

“A very powerful speech!”

In the first seat of the right head, a woman in a red suit skirt and a noble lady smiled and applauded the young man: "I always think that Philip, your talent is in politics. If there is one day, your voters will definitely be fascinated by your speech."

"Don't praise him like this, Margaret, you will make him even more obsessed. If a naive guy like him really goes into politics, he will be eaten by others and not even left with bones."

The fat middle-aged man laughed and shook his head slightly: "Since Philip mentioned the poor little girl, let's vote on this matter as an issue. Everyone? I agree to rescue Hairoul, and raise my hand if I rescue her from the Dragon Witch Cult? I think that if the number exceeds 1/3, our private army can be dispatched."

But ten seconds later, more than 20 people present, including Consulli Wiltonstein, were indifferent. This made Philip Wiltonstein's face turn red, his eyes were angry and hated.

"Wow! Is it only Philip?"

Margaret Wiltonstein, the woman in a red suit dress, first exclaimed and looked at Jennifer Wiltonstein at the head: "You surprised me, Jennifer. I thought you would only agree with him in the conference room."

"I don't understand why you said that, Aunt Margaret."

Jennifer's face was slightly darker: "What's the reason?"

"Sorry, there's no other meaning."

Margaret's lips slightly picked: "I've heard about your family. Your mother and Vivian are very good, and the situation in your two families is very similar."

Jennifer's hands under the table couldn't help but hold them tightly, and suddenly the veins swelled up.

But just as she wanted to respond, Philip's ups and downs suddenly calmed down: "Everyone, I have heard a saying recently that the reason why our Wilton Stein family ignored the little girl's experience was actually an exchange. We handed Hayroul as a tribute to Adriana, the dragon girl of the Disaster Flame, in exchange for His Highness, the princess, and did not revenge on our family for the death of the Dragon God Disfalke."

"Nonsense!"

The fat middle-aged man suddenly got up and looked furious: "Stop talking to me Philip, do you know what you are talking about? A slut."

"Of course I know."

At this moment, a golden flame burned around Philip's body, and his eyes looked at everyone present with ridiculous sarcasm: "You disappoint me. A group of guys who always say that family affection and Wiltonstein's history and honor are extremely important. When you really need to maintain family glory and protect our tribe, your behavior is like a group of mice in the gutter. I don't understand, what kind of glory does Wiltonstein have to say? Forget it, since you are unwilling to save that little girl, I will use my own power to intervene. If someone dares to stop me, or set obstacles in other ways, I, Philip, swears that you will take the price for your life! No matter who I am, even if he is my father."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, as if he felt that the place was stinky.

When he pushed the door open, the fat man seemed to feel palpitations. He covered his chest with his hands and sat down with a pale face.

"It's really worthy of being a guy who awakened the bloodline of the Holy Dragon Osved. No one can match his sense of justice."

Margaret chuckled and withdrew her gaze from the door: "But we can't really ignore him, right? It will be very troublesome."

"Of course! Dragon Witch Cult is not our responsibility."

Cleo Wiltonstein, the man with a sinister face in the left, said calmly: "Six hundred years ago, we joined forces to form this federation, and sat on the establishment of such a powerful institution, paying billions of taxes every year. Isn't it just that they can't deal with public security issues that we cannot handle? At this time, when the main body of the group company is about to migrate to Manhattan, the Wiltonstein family can no longer add more enemies. Rodrio, Philip is your son, and you are responsible for the matter that stops him. Father, what do you think?"

"Can."

Consully Wiltonstein seemed to be indifferent, and he stood up again and walked towards the door of the conference room: "Phillip is his freedom to save the little girl; it is also your power to stop him."

When this person left, everyone in the room could not help but frown, not knowing what they meant for a moment.
Chapter completed!