"You can handle the arrangements. I just want them here as soon as possible. Don't waste my time."
Poseidon Robton nodded in understanding. He immediately took out his phone and made a call.
"Haha, my dear former Clan Leader, how's the expedition to that mysterious region of yours going? If you're about done, you should hurry back and face your death."
After Poseidon Robton spoke, there wasn't the torrent of curses he had expected from the other end. Instead, a calm yet dignified voice came through the receiver. Clearly, the Poseidon Clan Leader was already aware of what had transpired within the clan.
But the old Clan Leader's composure was on a completely different level from someone like Poseidon Robton.
"Heh, it's fine that you want the Clan Leader's position. You're a member of the Poseidon Clan, after all. You should understand what I mean by that."
The voice was steady. It paused for a moment before continuing:
"Treat our people well. I will return in eight hours."
