Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

“Kings rise and fall! Today my wife and children are in your hands, Mr. Reed, go ahead!”

Irving Harris’s expression was calm, much stronger than Cesar Pendleton’s.

Having developed in the shadows over the years, he had naturally experienced far more than these overt businessmen.

He had even been on the brink of life and death, so many times that he had lost count.

Therefore, today’s situation really didn’t scare Irving Harris.

“You did quite well when you helped me just now. But trashing Boss Abbott’s shop today is a bit much, isn’t it?”

Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling as he looked at Irving Harris: “A fine hotel, and look what you’ve done to it. Look at this mess, how do you expect Mr. Abbott to do business?”

“I’ll pay for the damages! As soon as Boss Abbott comes up with the figure, I’ll send the money without another word! In Five-river Province, although my reputation isn’t great, what I say goes!”

If it was really just about the money, that would be easy to handle.

In recent years, Irving Harris had amassed assets worth tens of billions.

Spending some cash was no big deal.

“It’s best to count the money face to face.”

Julius Reed gestured to Octavius, who immediately scampered over.

“How much is the daily turnover? How much will it cost to refurbish these things, and how many days will it take?”

After hearing these questions, Octavius pondered for a moment, then summoned his hotel manager and whispered in his ear.

After a brief discussion, Octavius nodded to Julius Reed and said, “The daily revenue of The Pearl on the Water is about 1.2 million, and the specific profit…”

“Let’s round up and make it an even 10 million! Now tell me, how much for the refurbishment and how long will it take?”

Julius Reed cut him off.

Everyone present, including Octavius, shuddered at his interruption.

1.2 million, rounded up to 10 million?

That was almost a ninefold increase!

This was surely too much to ask.

The corner of Irving Harris’s mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

This was within his expectations.

Just taking advantage of the situation. “Actually, it doesn’t need that much…”

Even Octavius felt a bit embarrassed.

The gross profit didn’t even come close to that amount, subtracting the costs. Only a portion of the tables were damaged, while the hotel accommodations were unaffected.

Dining was a decent source of income, but it was far from the main one, amounting to less than thirty percent at most.

His relationship with Irving Harris wasn’t exactly friendly, but they weren’t outright enemies either. They competed both openly and covertly, but at the end of the day, business was business, and neither wanted to cause too much discomfort.

If the damage were really assessed at 10 million a day, word would get out, and Octavius might end up with a bad reputation.

The circle was small, and nothing that happened could escape everyone’s notice.

“Someone’s trashing your place and you’re still considering others? Mr. Abbott, have you gone soft in the head?”

Julius Reed cast a glance at Octavius, then looked at Irving Harris: “Not too much, Boss Harris, is it?”

“Not too much! Not at all!”

Irving Harris forced a laugh: “And here I thought Boss Abbott’s hotel was pulling in over a billion a day! To think it was only 10 million, what a bargain for me!”

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm, making the victim, Octavius, feel slightly embarrassed.

“Forget it, let’s settle on a lump sum, 30 billion! Look, I just gave you a slap earlier, and I’m throwing in an extra billion, money isn’t really worth much, right?”

At this question from Julius Reed, Irving Harris’s body quivered and his hands began to tremble.

Octavius, too, was startled. Wasn’t this robbery?

However, recalling his own previous demand for several billions, he quickly felt much more at ease.

“Not too much! How could it possibly be too much?”

Inwardly, Irving Harris despised Julius Reed so much he wanted to flay him alive, yet now he had no choice but to greet him with a smile.

“If Mr. Reed stops raising the price, I will be eternally grateful!”

It’s hard to watch as a formidable overlord gets pushed to such extremities, and it caused Miguel Abbott to avert his eyes in discomfort.

Faced with a similar choice in the past, he chose to compromise. As a result, not only did he manage to save himself, but he also solidified his position in Five-river Province.

And the once exalted families that overshadowed his own now lie disheveled and utterly defeated.

All of this had happened under the watchful eyes of Miguel Abbott, step by step.

“So, adding one of your legs to the deal isn’t asking for too much then, is it?”

Julius Reed walked up to Irving Harris and slowly circled around his wheelchair.

After these words were spoken, the nerves of Irving’s employees who stood behind him tensely tightened.

It was they who had incapacitated Cesar Pendleton before.

But that was by Irving’s orders, and since it wasn’t their own boss who got disabled, spreading the news didn’t matter much.

It could even become a gleeful topic of conversation for Jentzen.

After all, personally breaking the legs of a local boss was something countless people wanted to do, yet didn’t dare to carry out.

But if they were to break Irving’s legs, it would put them in the same tricky situation as Cesar Pendleton’s employees.

And for a ruthless man like Irving, who had already lost one leg, would he really disable his other one?

Only those in wheelchairs truly understand the preciousness of having all four limbs intact.

He would likely choose to fight to the bitter end and self-destruct rather than submit.

His wife and children might be in the hands of his enemies, but the experiences Irving has gone through to reach this day were surely more numerous than this.

Even cornered rabbits will bite, let alone Irving who came here with over a hundred men to make a scene?

Less than ten meters from them, Miguel Abbott clenched his fist with anxiety inside.

He wanted to advise Julius Reed to quit while he was ahead, but would the latter even listen to him?

Moreover, the current situation deviated entirely from his initial expectations. Julius Reed, wielding such power, must have his own agenda. For him to step in as a peacekeeper now seemed utterly inappropriate.

“Brother Reed, isn’t this going a bit too far?”

Irving was stunned for a moment before he raised his head and looked at Julius Reed with a cold sneer.

Having already lost one leg, the loss of another would indeed render him “Vann Harris”.

“Sure! I’m bullying you. What about it?”

Julius Reed stood in front of him, replying with a similar smile.

Yet the smile was filled with contempt, even looking down on him.

From a position of superiority.

“Since Brother Reed is so insistent!”

Irving Harris pulled out a dart and, with a big laugh, said, “Then I shall oblige you!”

“Mr. Reed, watch out!”

Seeing Irving draw the dart, Miguel Abbott cried out in alarm.

He thought the other was at the end of his tether and might do something dangerous.

But Julius Reed remained with his hands clasped behind his back, appearing completely unconcerned.

As it turned out, Miguel Abbott worried needlessly.

Irving aimed the dart at his own knee and said with a grin, “I won’t trouble my brothers to do it themselves. After all, the infamy of crippling one’s own boss isn’t something pleasant to carry!” Whoosh!

Having said that, he pulled the trigger.

Blood splattered everywhere, Irving’s body trembled slightly, but he restrained himself from showing it.

However, his face had started to go pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Now, may I leave?”