Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Whoosh!

A streak of fire burst from Saint Heir’s fingertips, racing straight towards Truman Ridge!

The fire dragon let out a furious roar, nearly incinerating everything in its path.

But at that moment, all the swordsmen in green robes sprang into action, their sword blades slashing through the flames, causing the fiery serpent to dissipate instantly.

“Stop!”

Just then, the Ridge Family steward arrived with dozens of people from a distance.

All these people were members of the Boulevard League, originally waiting at the Leopold Family villa for the Saint Heir, but suddenly received word that he had arrived at the Ridge Family’s doorstep.

How could this be allowed to happen?

The steward immediately gathered everyone urgently and sped over in cars.

“Master, what on earth are you trying to do?” The steward was shocked to see Truman Ridge himself standing at the gate.

This was definitely a fight that had broken out without so much as a word.

The Ridge Family didn’t originally have the capital for this, but a significant figure had quietly approached them, attempting to use the Ridge Family to achieve his own ends.

In return, the Ridge Family would receive the full support of this significant figure.

Truman Ridge, who had been wavering between Julius Reed and this significant figure, didn’t have the courage or the guts to betray Julius Reed; after all, the ancestral teachings of the Ridge Family demanded constant loyalty to the young man.

Moreover, Truman Ridge had personally witnessed the might of the woman by Julius Reed’s side, who struck down the so-called Ridge Family experts, leaving them scrambling to find their teeth.

However, the suicide of Finnian Ridge deeply pierced Truman Ridge’s heart.

His grandson had been his favorite in this lifetime, the apple of the family’s eye and the future successor of the Ridge Family.

Yet Cosmo, in front of Ridge Family members, scalded Finnian Ridge’s face with boiling water, completely disfiguring the once-handsome young man, who then chose to end his own life, unable to face reality.

The devastating loss of his beloved grandson cemented Truman Ridge’s resolve to break free from Julius Reed’s control and avenge Finnian Ridge!

To reassure Truman Ridge, this significant figure immediately deployed these swordsmen in green robes to protect him.

At the same time, he exercised his influence to establish the Boulevard League.

Officially, Truman Ridge was the initiator, with the steward being the public face.

However, all the plans were driven by that significant figure.

The high-standing person Joel Martin spoke of was none other than the steward!

In Five-river Province, it was extremely easy for the Ridge Family, with their financial power, to turn the tables.

It was because they realized Stanislaus Potter had gone over to Julius Reed that the Ridge Family helped Richard seize control of the Golden Eagle Group’s industry and, after failing, switched to supporting Joel Martin.

After both plans failed, they directly took action to eliminate Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter.

Now, having triumphed in Five-river Province, the Ridge Family’s next step was to deal with Julius Reed, so how could the steward not be anxious about Truman Ridge confronting the Skyfire Saint Heir?

At this crucial juncture, internal strife was to be avoided at all costs.

And behind him, so many of Five-river Province’s wealthy were watching.

The Boulevard League had just been established, and unity was more necessary than ever at this time.

“This man, relying on his status, dared to slaughter the servants at my Ridge Family’s doorstep. I, Truman Ridge, have always conducted myself this way—if someone respects me a little, I’ll respect them a lot. But if anyone oversteps, then they can’t blame me for not giving them face!”

Dressed in his hemp clothes, Truman Ridge faced the robed Skyfire Saint Heir without a shred of fear.

Such boldness would have been inconceivable just half a month ago.

And his reliance was on the swordsmen in green robes behind him.

“These people are skilled; who would’ve thought the Ridge Family had such talents. Rare indeed, very rare.”

The Saint Heir nodded, acknowledging the expertise of the swordsmen.

Even with injuries, and even in a healthy state, bypassing these swordsmen to kill Truman Ridge would take some effort.

He stood there, weighing the pros and cons.

Arriving here and fighting a life-or-death battle is truly not worth it, but if I were to swallow this grievance, Skyfire’s reputation would be utterly destroyed.

“Saint Heir, I acknowledge your great strength and respect Skyfire, but you killed my household guards, and you must give an explanation!” Truman Ridge, facing so many wealthy merchants, did not want to completely tear off the facade. Today’s incident is more about both sides looking for a way out.

Moreover, these swordsmen in green only serve to protect the Ridge residence and do not follow Truman Ridge’s orders, nor do they accompany members of the Ridge family when they go out.

If Skyfire were patient enough, he could easily take out the members of the Ridge family one by one when they go out.

This is what Truman Ridge is most worried about.

“So it’s the swordsmen in green. It seems my guess was correct; there’s definitely sabotage from within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.”

Julius Reed watched all of this from a distance, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

The swordsmen in green belong to one of the top three factions within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, with formidable combat abilities.

If it’s as Mr. Harris Mountain said, and the person he sent is Ayden Woody, then the one mobilizing the swordsmen in green could not be this man.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is divided into the top three factions, the middle three factions, and the lower three factions.

The four major guard organizations protect Demarco Mount and belong to the Mount factions, but they do not have the authority to mobilize the swordsmen of the same top faction.

To mobilize the swordsmen in green, one would need at least an elder of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and must hold a Token to transfer personnel.

This indicates that the hidden mastermind holds a position above the elders.

“You’re hiding quite deep.”

Julius Reed took out his phone and quietly made a call.

“Mr. Reed, what can I do for you?”

Bridger Davenport’s voice came through the phone.

“How come I haven’t seen you among this crowd of wealthy merchants? Hasn’t the Three Blade Group started suspecting you yet?” Julius Reed asked.

Bridger Davenport is the brain behind the Three Blade Group and ranked second only to Maurice Yarrow within the group.

In such a scene, he should not have failed to appear.

“To tell you the truth, my car broke down. The boss rode with someone else and went ahead. I am currently on the road fixing the car,” Bridger Davenport explained awkwardly.

“I think you’re worried something might happen and don’t dare to come, right?” Julius Reed snorted softly.

“Well… ah! Nothing escapes Mr. Reed’s notice. I really am a bit scared. Seeing as I haven’t joined you yet, it would be a loss if I died beforehand.” Bridger Davenport chuckled, no longer pretending.

He knew that Julius Reed was going to make a move at the docks.

If he did, it was inevitable that it would be a thorough sweep.

Being in the crowd, he would inevitably be a fish caught in the net.

So he made the excuse that his car broke down, wanting to burn some time and see how things would evolve.

“Come on, I guarantee your safety absolutely. Send me your location, and I’ll have someone send you something. When you receive it, just place it at your waist and walk past the swordsmen in green. You don’t need to say a word, do nothing, and you’ll be okay,” Julius Reed said coolly.

“Understood!”

Bridger Davenport immediately hung up the phone and sent his location.

After receiving the location, Julius Reed sent another message to Lucan Davenport to deliver a Token to Bridger Davenport’s location.

The Token of the enforcer of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance commands respect from anyone who sees it, obliging them to step aside.

That’s the rule.

“After the swordsmen in green leave, I really want to see how you, Truman Ridge, will deal with the Saint Heir.”

Julius Reed stood in the forest, slowly stretching himself.