Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

Upon hearing Prince Barrello's inquiry, Curtis glanced at Prince Brandon with some difficulty, then clenched his teeth and walked over to Prince Barrello, whispering something.

Prince Brandon's gaze flickered, his slightly narrow eyes observing Barrello's expression.

He knew that with his presence, even if Prince Barrello were to hear any shocking news, he would pretend to be unfazed, as if it were a trivial matter. However, this would not prevent him from catching subtle changes in Barrello's expression.

However, this time, his expectations were not correct.

Originally calm, even leisurely sipping from a porcelain cup of Qimen red tea, Prince Barrello's face suddenly changed upon hearing Viscount Curtis' whisper.

"What?!"

Prince Barrello placed the porcelain cup heavily on the stone table, causing the red tea to spill out.

At this moment, Barrello had some doubts about his own hearing, turning his head with a somber expression and staring intently at Viscount Curtis, evidently seeking to confirm the authenticity of the news.

Seeing Prince Barrello's gaze, Viscount Curtis nodded solemnly.

"What's wrong, Barrello? Do you not know what has happened?"

Prince Brandon squinted slightly, looking at Barrello. His intuition told him that something significant must have occurred; otherwise, Barrello would not have lost composure like this.

"It's nothing, Brandon."

Prince Barrello shook his head, his face grim, but he couldn't hide the anger in his eyes.

"Brandon, this afternoon tea shall end here."

Prince Barrello said to Brandon. At this moment, Barrello's heart was filled with blazing fury. However, he would not lose his temper in front of Brandon, as that would only make him a laughing stock. For now, he issued a farewell to Prince Brandon.

"Oh, very well, I will return another day."

Prince Brandon smiled slightly and stood up.

"But, Barrello, if you've truly encountered some tricky issue, perhaps I can offer assistance. Those African individuals have no forces or nations capable of challenging the Bordeaux Clan's prestige in Africa."

Upon hearing this, Prince Barrello's expression darkened slightly.

"I believe you, Barrello, will not let the Bordeaux Clan's prestige suffer in Asia. It's not just something I don't want to see; the other two individuals and the Elder Council wouldn't want to see it either."

Brandon's narrow eyes landed on Barrello, a glimmer in his gaze as he spoke with a smile.

"Hmph, Brandon, you're overthinking. There have been small ants wanting to provoke the Bordeaux Clan over the years, only to be easily crushed by us."

Barrello snorted lightly and said.

"Yes, well said. I wish you good luck, Barrello."

Brandon smiled, then looked back at a man over two meters tall standing behind him.

"Natas, let's go."

Prince Brandon said.

"Yes, my lord."

The man over two meters tall, Natas, evidently Prince Brandon's close follower, responded respectfully.

Inside the villa.

Just as Brandon disappeared from Barrello's sight, Barrello's expression instantly turned extremely gloomy, eyes filled with visible anger.

Bang!

Barrello's palm slammed heavily on the solid stone table, breaking it into pieces. The teacups and pastries on the table scattered to the ground.

"Curtis, is what you said just now true?"

Prince Barrello's face was icy cold, and his eyes had a hint of crimson as he stared at Viscount Curtis.

"Yes, my lord, the owner of Feipu Manor has been executing a frenzied retaliation against the Bordeaux Clan members in Huaxia these past two days."

"I've received information that in Huaxia's Jiangbei Province, Jiangnan Province, and Nanyun Province, a total of eighty-seven Bordeaux Clan members have died, and only five Wolf Race members survived. His retaliatory actions are continuing."

Viscount Curtis looked distressed, with disbelief in his voice.

The Wolf Race has existed for thousands of years, yet this is the first time someone has dared to so blatantly slaughter Bordeaux Clan members, seemingly intent on exterminating all Wolf Race members in Huaxia.

"Bastard, what is he trying to do, daring to provoke the Bordeaux Clan like this!"

Prince Barrello's face was extremely grim.

The Bordeaux Clan's businesses in Huaxia had already been suppressed by Feipu Manor's Immortal Orange Wine, and now the other party was slaughtering his clan's members without restraint.

"This is courting death; these Huaxia people are simply courting death!"

Barrello's eyes turned crimson, and an extremely terrifying aura spread from his body like a shockwave.

Boom~!

The shockwave instantly turned the already shattered stone table to dust.

Beside him, Viscount Curtis turned pale under this aura, his breathing somewhat labored.

"The Bordeaux Clan lost a count, two viscounts, and so many of the Wolf Race's elite. We hadn't even retaliated yet, and he dared to strike first, slaughtering our clan members!"

Prince Barrello's anger was almost uncontrollable, wishing he could fly to Huaxia right now and tear that Huaxia boy to pieces.

"Curtis, most of our Wolf Race members' identities are hidden; even Huaxia's Special Security Department only has a small list. How is it possible for that Huaxia person to find so many of our Wolf Race members?!"

Prince Barrello glared at Curtis, his voice grim.

The Wolf Race mostly hides among people, rarely exposing their werewolf identity unless facing life-threatening danger. This was also a Bordeaux Clan rule. However, as members of the Boduo Clan, they rarely encountered danger, so most people were unaware of the werewolves' existence.

"My lord, I don't know how he managed this either, but the five surviving Wolf Race members are all in single-line contact with me. No one else in Huaxia knows their identities. Those killed had some connections between them, which is why I suspect..."

Viscount Curtis thought for a moment, hesitating as he spoke.

"Curtis, you're suggesting that someone among them betrayed the others?"

Prince Barrello said with a grim expression.

Curtis glanced at Prince Barrello and still nodded. Otherwise, how could he explain the survival of those who had direct contact with him, while those with connections all died?