Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The elder didn’t even glance at Julius Reed, instead busying himself with straightening his clothes.

“You old fart!”

Aron Jackson beside him was so filled with hatred that he was gnashing his teeth; the other party’s disdainful demeanor was simply intolerable!

He was dying to rush up and give the old man a thorough beating, but his brother had told them not to move, so he could only suppress his anger.

Whoosh!

Julius Reed burst forth from where he stood, pouncing toward the elder like a fierce tiger!

“Too weak!”

The elder still did not deign to look at him, casually reaching out with one hand to block.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically!

Bang!

The previously composed elder, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying backward for over a dozen meters, crashing heavily to the ground.

Splutter!

After spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, he trembled as he pointed at Julius Reed, his eyes full of fear!

The next instant, his eyes began to lose focus, and the life faded from him.

One move.

Instant kill.

“Now, who else wants to come forward?”

Julius Reed looked around at Joel Martin and the others, expressionless.

He achieved the effect he wanted, to strike terror into this group of people so they would reveal what he desired to know.

As for getting information from the elder?

Sorry, the weak don’t even have the right to speak.

Faced with Julius Reed’s challenge, Joel Martin’s subordinates looked at each other, each lowering their heads.

“I’ll ask one more time, if no one steps forward, I’ll take it you all want to come at me together!”

Julius Reed pointed at the group of people, his voice cold as he said, “I can assure you, I’ll make it quick!”

“Brother, I don’t want to die!”

Thump!

Faced with such a threat, the young men couldn’t bear it, and they all knelt to the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

“Mr. Reed, Brother Davenport, this whole thing was entirely orchestrated by Joel Martin, we had no idea! Please, we beg of you to be generous, spare us!”

“Exactly! It was all Joel Martin’s idea! We brothers were also forced into a corner. You see how powerful that elder was—if we didn’t obey, we would have been killed long ago.”

Seeing the dire situation before them, the young people promptly shifted the blame onto Joel Martin, trying to kick him while he was down.

“You… you!”

Seeing his subordinates betray him, Joel Martin trembled with rage as he bellowed, “What were you saying before? Now, when there’s danger, you scatter faster than rabbits!”

“Big brother, we’re still young, we haven’t got wives, we don’t want to die, you know!”

These men pressed their heads to the ground, not daring to say another word.

“Joel Martin, how do you wish to die?”

With a wave of his hand from Julius Reed, Aron Jackson’s men rushed forward, dragging Joel Martin to Julius Reed’s feet.

“Hmph! I am Stanislaus Potter’s close nephew, and there are powerful people standing behind me! Julius Reed, I really don’t believe you’d dare kill me!”

Even though he was captured, Joel Martin still bore an air of superiority.

His pretense of calmness and his bluster were one reason, but more importantly, he had the support of a powerful figure behind him.

He didn’t know the name of the powerful figure, but he was aware of their great ability, numerous skilled underlings, and their vast influence throughout Five-river Province.

“Aron Jackson, he’s quite stubborn.”

Julius Reed, pointing at Joel Martin, chuckled lightly, “Pry his mouth open for me, let’s see who this great person really is!”

“Understood!”

A gleam flashed in Aron Jackson’s eyes as he picked up a steel pipe and walked jovially towards Joel Martin.

“What are you going to do!”

Now, he was in the suburbs, where his cries for help went unanswered by both heaven and earth.

If he were to be killed, there wouldn’t even be a place for his remains to rest.

“What are you doing? Loosening up your bones for you!”

Aron Jackson weighed the steel pipe in his hand and bellowed, “Hold him up for me!”

At his command, his underlings immediately restrained Joel Martin.

“My uncle is Stanislaus Potter! If you dare touch me… Ah!”

Crack!

The steel pipe in Aron Jackson’s hands swung full circle and smashed into Joel Martin’s calf, breaking the bone cleanly!

The blow was so fierce that even the steel pipe was slightly bent out of shape.

“Ah… I’ll kill you! Julius Reed…”

Joel Martin screamed like a slaughtered pig, his mouth spraying saliva, his gaze starting to glaze over.

This was the natural reaction to extreme pain; it was extremely difficult for Joel Martin not to have passed out.

“Last chance, speak or not.”

Julius Reed glanced at the trembling Joel Martin, his voice as cold as if it came from hell itself.

“I… If I tell you, will you let me go…”

Joel Martin bit down hard, the effort to even breathe was becoming difficult.

At his calf, fresh blood soaked his trousers red, perpetually dripping onto the concrete ground.

“Aron Jackson, give him a quick end. It’s also a favor for Stanislaus Potter, whom I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.”

Julius Reed pointed at Joel Martin and turned to leave.

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

Seeing Julius Reed about to walk away, Joel Martin shouted in despair, “Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you everything!”

No one is not afraid of death.

Especially a fate worse than death.

“How was the bomb planted in my car?”

Julius Reed turned around and asked coldly.

This was the question he cared about most.

If it were someone else today, there was no way they would have left alive!

What worried him was that if the same thing happened to Quella Radcliffe, it would be far too dangerous!

“This was Divine Skills’ arrangement, I’m not clear on the specifics… I only know the other party is a middle-aged man, with vast Divine Skills, and endless wealth,” said Joel Martin, glancing at the old man’s corpse on the ground, his voice raspy. “This old man claimed to be from Pendletoni Mountain, reportedly hired by Divine Skills for eighty million to come down from the mountain to deal with you! Moreover, Richard’s acquisition of my uncle’s property was also furthered by Divine Skills’ meddling! And judging by the accent, it seems like he’s a local from Five-river Province. I’ve heard others referring to him as ‘the steward’?”

He swallowed hard, in utter despair, “After Richard fell from power, Divine Skills came to me, wanting to use me to take you out. Beyond this, I truly know nothing…”

“Richard?”

Hearing this name, Julius Reed sniffed the scent of conspiracy.

But why did this Divine Skills, mentioned by Joel Martin, hide and not show himself?

And when had he offended someone of this caliber?

If what Joel Martin said were true, this person was definitely a bigger problem than the Leopold Family.

“I’ve told you everything I know, can you let me go?”

Joel Martin’s lips were pale, his eyes filled with pleading desperation.

“Send him on his way. I’m not one for generosity. After you go down, say it was Julius Reed who killed you.”

Julius Reed pointed at Joel Martin and returned to his car.

Now, he had to do everything to protect Quella Radcliffe from unforeseen dangers.

“Brother, go in peace!”

Aron Jackson’s eyes narrowed as he brought the steel pipe crashing down!

“Big bro, what about these people?”

His underlings, looking at the young men kneeling on the ground, asked for instructions.

“This is a geomantic treasure spot, suited for burying people.”

Aron Jackson tossed away the steel pipe and turned to leave.