I'm A Quadrillionaire

Chapter 1835

As the two were arguing more and more intensely, Moby had no choice but to say something.

“Guys, listen to me!”

Koen and Roald glanced at each other before they stopped talking.

Moby was directly under the Saints Association, so they still had to show him some respect.

Although logically speaking, Koen and Roald also belonged to the Saints Association, they had their own families and were not cultivated by the Saints Association, hence they were not directly under the Saints Association.

Not only Roald and Koen, but all the Saints in Star Kingdom belonged to the Saints Association. However, there was still a big difference between being affiliated and being a direct subordinate.

“Guys, the Lightfoot and Fellowes families are both major and respectable forces in Star Kingdom, and your strengths are almost the same. Once you fight, the consequences will be very serious. Even if one side wins, it will definitely be a miserable victory. Plus, both of you hold huge interests, and if both sides suffer, there will definitely be people with evil intentions standing by. If that happens, Star Kingdom will be in chaos, so think twice!” Moby sighed.

“Moby, it’s not that we want to do this, but the Fellowes family is too intolerable,” Koen continued.

you better make yourself clear!”

David has something to do with the deaths of the two heirs of my family, but you are still

powerhouses to my family’s sphere of influence? Do you want to conduct a demonstration? Or are you not taking us seriously?”

taking you seriously? What can

what if I want to protect David so that your family can’t find him? What can

you old fart, you finally admitted it,

dare to look down on us, why wouldn’t

began to quarrel fiercely

felt very helpless.

should not have agreed to come and be a peacemaker in the

Association should not have sent him either.

send a True Saint to suppress

could not stay silent and

was really afraid they would

listen to me, brothers? I won’t stop you guys from arguing or even fighting. At worst, I’ll tell the