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Quentin Franklin was now caught in a dilemma.

He wanted to drive Luke Perkins away, but Luke's speed was extremely fast, and he had almost swallowed the Moer Sect by now.

But it was already too late to cooperate with Luke Perkins again.

Both sides had reached the point of conflict where weapons were drawn, and it was clear that they were incompatible.

Thus, Quentin's last straw was Renard Quinn.

"Young Master Quinn, you've got to help me."

Renard nodded and made a calming gesture to Quentin.

"I know, I need to help you."

"However, Boss Franklin, you need to have chips to suppress Luke Perkins."

Renard still remembers when Luke Perkins brought Number 92, with chips from Poseidon in his hand.

At that time, Luke wanted to tell Renard that he didn't even care about Poseidon.

But Renard was different.

You must provide me with an equal amount of money to deal with the chips.

Otherwise, it's not over.

Hearing Renard's request, Quentin hesitated.

"Young Master Quinn, this..."