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Columbia, New Port, in the Williams family mansion, old William sat at the head seat, his eyes icy as he looked at his three sons. Seemingly unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, Jeston suddenly couldn't help but speak up,
"Father, it's all Second Brother's fault. If he hadn't exposed the information and then come to stall me, my prison wouldn't have been destroyed! He must have colluded with people from other families, he's betraying us from within!"
"Father, I was just..." Loken was about to speak, but old William's piercing gaze glared him back into silence. Then, old William gestured to Jeston to stop, and said,
"I know about this matter. Loken, I don't mind you three fighting amongst yourselves, because it's a form of competition. But if you involve outsiders, that's a whole different nature, understand?"
"Understood." Loken lowered his head, then quietly argued,
"I didn't involve outsiders; I just hired a group of mercenaries..."