章 329: Cries For Help

"My dear beautiful ladies, our young master invites you to our ship. Please come with me."

An elegant old man in a tuxedo spread his combat aura wings on his back and had flown easily from their ship to Watson and the others. He reached his hand out toward Nightingale and Denise.

"Invite us?"

"Who's your young master?"

Nightingale and Denise frowned. The old man was dressed as a butler; he seemed to be a gold-tier warrior. He released some pressure in front of them unscrupulously as if he wanted to threaten them. However, the gold-tier pressure was nothing to them. They did not feel anything at all. However, they were disgusted with the other party.

"Our young master is—"