It doesn't make sense to kill Houston directly. As Houston warned last time, if he suddenly dies, his subordinates will definitely make all the news public immediately. Chen Zhen and Haska cannot save Lena, but will put themselves in danger.

There was a deep abyss ahead, but he had to go through it. Chen Zhen didn't like this feeling very much and asked Houston repeatedly: "What do you mean..."

"I will say it when the time comes." Houston said.

Suddenly, Haska understood a little, he held Chen Zhen's shoulder and said to Haska: "Okay, we agree."

Houston nodded and said, "Okay, very good, very good..." He put on his hat and said, "Then I will meet the island owner Fantsey tonight... Oh, by the way, I forgot to say, Fantsey is a feathered man, and in a sense, he is also my tribe."

Fantesy, the owner of the Slave Island, turned out to be a feathered man...?!

Haska and Chen Zhen were both a little surprised. They thought it was the Marine Monster who should have controlled the island.

Things were getting more and more confusing. Chen Zhen’s mind was not as fast as Haska, and he felt that it was not enough.

"Old Ha... This makes me a little confused... But do you think this matter is reliable? If it is not reliable, I think we should withdraw first..." Chen Zhen regretted it after saying that. For Haska, the most important woman has not been rescued yet, how can she withdraw first?

Houston seemed to hear Chen Zhen’s regret, stopped and turned around and said, “If you choose to leave just now, I will spread your information.”

"You guy... can you still have fun together?" Chen Zhen yelled at Houston's nose.

Houston turned around and walked out as he opened the door and said, "I believe we'll have a good time."

...

After leaving the apartment where Chen Zhen and others were staying, a harrier-feathered man flew over Houston. She whispered a few words in Houston's ear and flew away. Houston already knew that the island owner, Lord Fantesey, is now in his house.

Instead of rushing to the road, he walked leisurely on the bustling streets, thinking about things while walking.

He didn't think about what to say when he saw the island owner Fantesey later, because he didn't need it.

He was thinking about some other things, some past events.

The sea breeze in the waters near Slave Island was very soft and it made people's hearts soft, but Houston was full of pain in his heart... If revenge was useful, he would not have to be so sad. He knew that from that day on, he was destined to live in hell every day...

Before he knew it, Houston arrived at his destination.

This is an ancient castle located on a hill beside the city, and it is the residence of the island owner Fantesey.

There was no road to the castle on the mountain, so Houston had a hard time climbing, but after more than ten minutes, he climbed up.

The stone gate opened automatically, and the feathers above the castle had long discovered the traces of Houston's arrival. One of these feathers could be installed by Houston, so he was well aware of the island owner's whereabouts.

He was like a man who had worked hard to seek the way, and said to the waiter who opened the door: "I want to inform you, I want to see Lord Fantesey..."

"Did you say you can see me if you can see me?" The waiter said arrogantly: "I will report to my house and wait for me to inform you."

"My name is Houston." Houston said calmly.

The waiter snorted coldly, closed the door, entered the house and reported. Not long after, he opened the door again, his face no longer had a arrogant look, and he politely said to Houston: "My master is waiting for you on the second floor watchtower..."

Houston took out a gold coin and put it gently in the waiter's hand and said, "I'm working hard."

The waiter took the gold coins and took the lead. He dared not say anything more. It can be seen that Houston's name is worthy of the owner of Slave Island Fantersey.

After climbing the stairs and coming to the second floor, Houston saw the back of the feathered man he dreamed of killing - Fantesey, the island owner of Slave Island, a feathered man with a handsome appearance and a vicious heart...

If not, he would not have been able to become the king of the slave island.

The murderous intent in Houston's eyes was fleeting. In fact, he had tens of millions of ways to kill Fantesey, but he did not do so.

He did not let it go, nor did he think Fantersey could forgive, but because he wanted to kill Fantersey's heart and destroy his slave island with his own hands.

"Mr. Fantsey..." Houston took off his hat and gave a gift. Fantsey slowly turned around. He squinted his eyes and looked at Fantsey and said, "Long time no see, Houston... You have been here for a long time, why are you here to see me now?"

"I have something to ask you." Houston bowed slightly.

Fantsey snorted and walked towards Houston and said, "Aren't you a human known as the savior of the Feathered Man? Why is it so humble in front of a small island lord?"

"Because I have something to ask you..." Houston smiled.

Fantsey stared at Houston's head, and a sense of annoyance appeared in his heart: "Speak quickly, I'll go to bed after I finish speaking." Houston raised his head and stared at Fantsey's eyes and said word by word: "I want to redeem what I love..."

This ordinary and unconventional sentence made Fantesy's eyes wide open, and a thunderous anger erupted in an instant.

He grabbed Houston's collar and said viciously: "Houston...What do you mean? Have you come to seek revenge on me?! What does it mean to redeem what you love? Don't you know that your love has been dead for a long time?! It's so long that I almost forgot!"

Houston's face was calm.

Hate someone to the extreme, so it is calm. In order to humiliate Fantesey and kill his body and mind, Houston can tolerate anything.

He said to the angry Fantsey with a calm expression: "It's not her, it's still alive... Lord Fantsey... Her name is Lina, and she is the lord slave of Fantreve's men..." Fantsey was still pinching Houston's collar, but after hearing this, he was stunned.

"Who?!" he asked.

"The Lord slave of Van Treve, Lena." Houston repeated.

Fantesey asked with a look on his face, and asked again: "Who?!"

"Vantree." Houston replied.

Houston had personally determined how important Vantreve was to Fantesey. His hands, who were holding Houston's collar, were trembling. Houston knew that he was a narrow-hearted man, and someone had lost his best slave trader. He had long been furious.

This has nothing to do with Vantreeve.
Chapter completed!