chapter 295 Undercurrents surge, storms rise again

Soon, a new day arrived. "Where is Juno York?" At this moment, outside Juno York's villa, a majestic shout rang out. "Who is it? Why are you here to call for my soul so early in the morning?" Juno York walked out with a sleepy look on his face. In front of him stood an old man in his fifties with a ferocious face. "Are you Juno York?" The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Juno York with an arrogant look. "Who are you?" Juno York glanced at the other person, who said coldly: "I am...