Chapter 1845: Timon Jamison

"Asshole!" In a luxurious and antique house, a middle-aged man with a goatee slammed on the table in front of him, his face filled with anger.  The table, made of agarwood, cracked directly under the force of the blow.  The people below him winced, feeling distressed. This table was a priceless treasure if sold outside, and those who often used it were said to live longer.  They were upset that it had been broken now. However, the people below knew that, in the eyes of the man in front of...