Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

In Wilson Pavilion, Maurice Springs acted despotically, his decisions irrevocable.

Moreover, his capricious nature made his disciples feel extremely apprehensive. Now that Quantez Springs was injured like this, their hearts were in their throats.

“Master…”

“Shush! Don’t disturb Quantez.”

As a disciple was about to speak up, Maurice Springs immediately made a silencing gesture.

The infirmary was utterly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Maurice Springs, eager to gauge their master’s attitude.

Normally, Maurice Springs’s doting on Quantez Springs was well known, as he was his only son.

It was precisely for this reason that Quantez Springs had developed such a haughty and arrogant disposition.

To prevent any mishaps, every time Quantez Springs went out, a group of Wilson Pavilion disciples would follow close behind to escort and protect him.

Although they occasionally encountered some who were foolish enough to provoke them, they all inevitably bowed down under the overwhelming power of Wilson Pavilion.

This only served to further inflate Quantez Springs’s arrogance, making him even more reckless in his actions.

Today, he finally met his match in Five-river Province.

On the sickbed, Quantez Springs’s eyes were tightly shut, his face pale to the extreme.

Even after the doctor’s treatment, the horrifying wound on his face was still strikingly evident.

Maurice Springs’s hands trembled as he gently undid Quantez Springs’s clothes.

Even though he had mentally prepared himself, his hands shook uncontrollably.

What kind of human figure was this?

Across his chest, purplish bruises covered his body, and even through the bandages, Maurice Springs could feel the pain Quantez Springs must have endured.

“What were you doing at that time?”

He slowly turned around, looking at the disciples in front of him.

“This…”

“Master, the opponent was too strong. We were afraid that intervening might cause our senior brother even more harm…”

As one disciple finished explaining, the others quickly chimed in, “At that time, the opponent was too powerful, and we were no match. We were worried that acting would infuriate them further, so we didn’t dare to make a move.”

“Master…”

Bang!

Maurice Springs struck out with a palm in mid-air, hitting the speaking disciple squarely on the shoulder.

“Puh!”

Crack!

With the sound of breaking bones, the young man spat out blood and convulsed on the ground.

Clearly, this strike had nearly cost him his life.

The young man convulsed on the ground, coughing up blood, his body contorted in agony, and he was nearly unconscious.

This caused the rest to break out in cold sweat, shivering with fear.

“Master!”

Thump!

The young men all knelt down in unison, their heads pressed firmly against the ground.

Each of them dared not make a sound, their hearts in turmoil.

“You all, I need an explanation.”

Maurice Springs, with hands clasped behind his back, looked down at the young men kneeling before him.

Disciples?

What did they count for!

His own son was now no different from a cripple!

What use did he have for these disciples!

“Master, our abilities were insufficient! Please grant us a chance to kill the culprit who injured our senior brother!”

The young men begged softly, their voices trembling.

Within Wilson Pavilion, no one was unaware of Maurice Springs’s methods.

Cruel, heartless.

“Oh? Weren’t you unable to defeat them? What difference is there now from seeking death?”

Maurice Springs continued to speak indifferently.

“Even if it means death, we must kill the adversary! We beg you, Master, to grant us this opportunity!”

Hearing their master’s words, the disciples were even more terrified, trembling all over.

Normally, they held themselves in high esteem, but now they were like dogs, begging just to stay alive.

“Then why didn’t you take action in the first place!”

Maurice Springs roared angrily, terrifying the disciples into near unconsciousness.

Boom!

Before they could speak, Maurice Springs swung his sleeve, striking each person’s spine!

“You, don’t deserve to live!”

Sputter!

As the sound of coughing up blood followed, the hospital floor was stained blood-red.

The disciples all fell to the ground, unconscious.

“You can’t even protect my son, what use are you trash!” He looked coldly at his own disciples, his eyes void of any emotion.

It was as if he was looking at a herd of livestock, full of arrogance.

“Feifei, I expect an explanation from you.”

After doing all this, Maurice Springs turned to Miles Cook.

Of all his disciples, he favored Miles Cook the most.

Not only because of Miles Cook’s exceptional talent, but more importantly, he wanted to make Miles Cook his daughter-in-law.

The women who could enter the Springs Family’s door were not ordinary. Moreover, Willson Pavilion had a rule to Drevent outsiders from infiltratinz, the people of the pavilion could only marry among themselves.

Now that his son had become a cripple, he no longer planned to keep Miles Cook.

Even at this moment, Miles Cook’s situation was no different from those disciples lying on the ground, not worthy of any sympathy.

“Master, I…”

Miles Cook leaned against the wall, unsure of how to begin.

Now that their fellow disciples were crippled, she had no illusions about escaping unscathed.

“Go with them! Miles Cook, you’ve disappointed me greatly!”

Maurice Springs let out a long sigh and struck towards Miles Cook’s forehead with his palm!

With this palm strike, no one would survive.

But when Miles Cook awaited death, she found that she did not feel any pain, nor did she die.

She opened her eyes and saw Maurice Springs standing in front of her with a solemn expression.

“You’re injured?”

Maurice Springs’s palm hovered in front of Miles Cook, his tone as cold as before.

“Yes.”

Miles Cook nodded, her body trembling slightly.

No one isn’t afraid of death; if someone says they aren’t, it’s because death hasn’t arrived yet.

Maurice Springs had shown no mercy when he killed those disciples.

Now, would he show mercy to her?

“Is it serious?”

Maurice Springs examined her for a moment and took hold of Miles Cook’s hand.

“You… Your meridians have been broken!”

His eyes widened suddenly, and then his gaze softened.

“At that time, you tried to intervene?”

“Yes, but my cultivation is too weak. I’m no match for him. I was defeated in just three moves…”

Miles Cook couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Unbeaten in daily life, now she was thoroughly defeated.

Three moves—it was essentially an instant kill.

“It’s rare for you to have made a move.”

Once Maurice Springs confirmed that the injury was not self-inflicted, he took out a medicinal pill from his chest: “Take this, it will alleviate your injuries.”

“Master, you… you’re not going to kill me?”

Hearing this, Miles Cook’s eyes were filled with surprise.

The fact that he gave her a medicinal pill meant that Maurice Springs had no intention of pursuing the matter.

“With your meridians broken, you have no fighting capacity. The Master isn’t someone who can’t distinguish right from wrong. Get ready to go back and marry Quantez Springs; his injuries will be taken care of by you.”

Maurice Springs let out a long sigh, gazing at Quantez Springs on the hospital bed, clenching his fists tightly.

“Yes…”

Upon hearing the mention of marriage, Miles Cook froze for a moment, then regained her composure.

“Take good care of Quantez, I’ll be back soon.”

Maurice Springs sprinted out and leapt directly from the thirteenth floor!