It was just as one of those fairy tales put it.
One monk carried water to drink, two monks carried water together, and three monks had no water to drink.
After the three major families reached an agreement, they authorized the city to auction off Rothschild Manor. However, they never expected some reckless upstart to emerge at the auction and directly raise the price from one hundred million dollars to three hundred million dollars, even saying that if it was not enough, he could add more.
Good grief.
This was an outright slap in the faces of the three major families.
If Nansen had not suddenly seen Martha in Lake's private room, he probably would have gone home in a fury like the patriarchs of the other two major families and assigned missions to the family's killers.
And now?
Hearing that Lake knew the origins of the manor well, Nansen was silent for a while before looking at him. "So, does Thomas know what he is about to face?"
Lake laughed. "Nansen, do you know what field Umbrella is best at?"
Nansen frowned. "Defense?"
Lake shook his head. "No. Information!"
Nansen: "..."
Lake smiled. "Information is Umbrella's greatest strength. With information, by knowing yourself and your enemy, you can be invincible. As for the defense you just mentioned, Umbrella has that too, but I believe more firmly that offense is the best defense."
With that, Lake looked at Nansen's expression, then glanced beyond the hall and called out loudly, "Please have the two patriarchs come in and take a seat."
What?
When Nansen heard that, he was slightly stunned, then looked toward the entrance of the hall.
The next second, two strangers were thrown into the hall by two beautiful, cold-eyed TX liquid robots, each holding one of them up