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"Our company headquarters was attacked by the Black Claw. Anthony and Donald are dealing with it. We came here to seek refuge," Isabella continued, noticing Paul's skepticism.

"Black Claw? It seems many people are after that thing," Paul lazily commented, then, after some thought, he said, "You can rest for now. I'll send someone to assist my son."

"Thank you," Isabella replied briefly, and the three of them were led away.

After they left, Paul stood up. He raised his hand, and numerous miniature cannons and sophisticated weapons suddenly appeared, floating in mid-air. The red dots converged on the spot where the three had been standing, awaiting his command. However, he waved his hand, and all the weapons withdrew, as if they had never been there.

"Have the probes found my son's body?" Paul suddenly asked.