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Renard Quinn really didn't live up to the title of "chaos demon."

He was actually quite measured in how he treated himself, as well as others.

Renard Quinn knew how to control himself, not going overboard, and also not taking it too easy on others.

Moreover, under Renard Quinn's control were simply too many pawns.

He could extend his minions to any place and find out anything he wanted to know.

Of course, all this was thanks to the power of the Quinn Family.

Renard Quinn turned his head and asked Cole, "Cole, what time is it now?"

Cole glanced at his watch and replied, "It's 2:29, Young Master. Still early."

Renard Quinn sat leisurely on the sofa in the ward with one leg crossed over the other.

"Did you hear that, Quentin Franklin? We still have time." Renard Quinn smiled, "I'll give you half an hour, at 3 a.m., I want to know your purpose for collaborating with me."

Quentin Franklin's shoulders lifted and dropped as he controlled his emotions with his breathing.