Chapter 542

“Boss, who is that man?” A middle-aged man with a mustache asked in a deep voice. Dylan looked at the others again, and they all wore confused expressions. “Forget it... Let’s go back to the hotel!” Dylan said with a wry smile. They did not even know who had attacked them. Sydney and Fred supported Grant, whose legs were still weak, as they returned to the villa. “Dad, why do you think Nash would go to such lengths to steal the Antarctic Lotus?” Fred asked, puzzled. Although the Antarctic Lotus was rare, was it worth offending the National Martial Bureau? “It’s not considered theft if he promised to kill The Swordsman!” Sydney corrected him. “The adults are talking. Kids shouldn’t interrupt,” Fred scolded Sydney harshly. “The Antarctic Lotus is a medicinal herb, and Nash probably wants it to save someone. Yesterday, in the Long Lake Industrial Zone, one of Nash’s subordinates was seriously injured. He most likely snatched the medicinal herb to save his subordinate,” Sydney