C1259 Owner We Owe Young Master Zhang Five Hundred Billion

Jin Xiaolou, flanked by the top brass of Billionaire, stood in a crisp formation at the grand entrance.

Ten minutes later.

"Here they come!"

Jin Xiaolou called out, his gaze fixed on the heavens.

A series of cries heralded the descent of three Pengniao from the sky.

Mayor Sikong, accompanied by a retinue of a dozen young descendants, alighted gracefully