Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Several bodyguards immediately got out of the car behind them.

The man did a forward roll and easily dodged the flying darts, instantly arriving in front of Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter’s car.

“Jump!”

The two men said in unison, simultaneously opening the door and jumping out of the car.

Boom!

At the same moment, the man’s fists came crashing down, shattering the front windshield.

“What a hassle!”

The man twisted his head, grabbed the car door with one hand, and hurled it violently at the dart-throwing bodyguards!

Pfft!

The thrown car door, like a giant blade, instantly slew several people!

Afterward, the man walked at a leisurely pace toward Stanislaus Potter and Miguel Abbott.

“Who are you!”

Even now, Miguel Abbott remained calm.

By the light of the moon, he was finally able to see the man’s face clearly.

About forty years old, with abundant body hair and his muscular upper body exposed.

“Your killer.”

After the man reached them, he didn’t rush to take action but squatted down to light a cigarette. “Guess who wants to kill you. I’ll give you three chances to guess, and if you’re wrong, I’ll kill you both immediately.”

Having said that, he took a deep drag on the cigarette, gently exhaling the smoke.

“Leopold Family?”

Miguel Abbott thought hard, to this day the only ones who had opposed them should only be the Leopold Family.

“Right, but not quite.”

The man turned his head. “The Leopold Family is one of those who want to kill you. Let’s say you guessed correctly.”

“Does guessing right mean you’ll let us go?”

Stanislaus Potter quietly reached for the cell phone he had thrown to the ground earlier, thinking of calling for help.

“Even if you guess correctly, you still have to die.”

The man suddenly turned his head, the cigarette butt shooting out from his hand!

Whoosh!

The soft cigarette butt struck Stanislaus Potter’s cell phone, shattering the screen instantly.

“Gentlemen, have a good journey.”

The man grinned, striding toward the two.

“Mr. Harris Mountain, when did you become a lapdog?”

Just as the man was about to strike, a slow and leisurely voice came from behind him.

“Who!”

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spun around.

Someone who could approach without his awareness was definitely not an ordinary person!

Ordinary people a hundred meters away could be sensed by him, but now they were less than ten meters apart, and this was what Mr. Harris Mountain was truly worried about.

“Mr. Reed?”

Contrary to the man’s reaction, Miguel Abbott was overjoyed upon hearing the voice!

It was Julius Reed’s voice!

As long as Julius Reed was here, they wouldn’t die!

“Mr. Harris Mountain, you seem to be a bit forgetful.”

Julius Reed slowly turned around, looking at the muscular man in front of him and shook his head. “As always, you have plenty of brute strength, but not enough brains.”

“Young… Young Master!”

Mr. Harris Mountain, upon seeing Julius Reed’s face, was visibly shocked and at a loss for words. “You… You’re not… Aren’t you dead?”

Three years ago, the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance encountered betrayal from his employees and fell off a cliff, his body shattered to pieces.

“Are you that eager to see me dead?”

Julius Reed walked leisurely towards Mr. Harris Mountain with his hands clasped behind his back. “I didn’t expect to encounter an old acquaintance here.”

“Young… Young Master…”

As Julius Reed came closer, beads of sweat on Mr. Harris Mountain’s forehead became denser.

At last, he could no longer withstand the pressure and fell to his knees with a ‘thud’.

“Power hall’s Mr. Harris, at your service, Young Master!”

Mr. Harris bowed his head, his body trembling continuously.

The Power hall was subordinate to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, considered a medium-sized organization that rarely had the chance to touch core secrets.

But compared to other loose alliances, the Power hall was quite formidable.

Especially Mr. Harris’s brute strength, even when facing Deep Cold’s chief, he could hold his own.

“Why are you, here?”

Julius Reed approached Mr. Harris and asked aloud.

The Power hall located in the northwest was not allowed to enter the central region without instructions from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The appearance of the Power hall’s leader in a coastal city like Five-river Province meant someone behind the scenes was pulling strings!

“I received an order from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, commanding me to take my staff to Demarco Mount. After I arrived at Demarco Mount, I received another order, telling me to slay these two people right before me!”

Mr. Harris kept his head lowered, his voice somewhat trembling.

He had witnessed the might of Julius Reed, the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, unstoppable by anyone!

But hadn’t the rumors implied that the Young Master had perished beneath the mountain peaks?

And after searching for his body for three years of internal turmoil within the alliance, they had come to accept this as fact.

Had it not been for some diehard loyalists insisting on seeing the body if dead, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance might have already appointed a new Young Master.

“I, the Young Master, am right here; who gave the order?”

Julius Reed asked coldly.

“This…”

Mr. Harris stuttered, unable to articulate a complete sentence.

“I’ll ask one last time.”

Julius Reed took a deep breath, “You have been my employee for many years, I don’t want to kill you upon our first meeting.”

“Nexus border, Ayden Woody!”

Upon hearing these words, Mr. Harris’s legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

“Ayden Woody? Good, it seems he really did take part in the rebellion.”

Julius Reed flicked his finger lightly and said, “Stand up.”

Nexus border guarded Demarco Mount and was one of the four protector organizations.

Now that Ayden Woody was issuing orders leveraging the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, it indicated he was involved in this upheaval.

Ordering in secret in the absence of the Young Master was a capital offense!

“Young Master, the one who plotted this assassination wasn’t Ayden Woody. He merely instructed me to come here and collaborate with a local person, and the command to kill these two was given by that local.”

Mr. Harris moved closer to Julius Reed, speaking softly.

He did not dare conceal the slightest detail.

If the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance said to kill, he truly would kill!

“Hmm, has my Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance fallen so far, to the point where we must survive by killing for others?”

Julius Reed’s mouth curled into a smile, yet this smile sent a chill down Mr. Harris’s back.

“Young Master, once the news that you are still alive spreads, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance will surely return to its peak!”

A flicker of resolve crossed through Mr. Harris’s eyes.

For so many years, the name Julius Reed had been like a gold plaque; wherever he went, enemies fled in terror.

And since the Young Master’s mysterious ‘death,’ the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had crumbled and was now less than a tenth of what it had been at its peak.

Major organizations withdrew from the alliance one after another, leaving it in utter disarray.

Only by relying on some veteran organizations was it able to maintain its current state.

“Keep today’s events to yourself; don’t tell anyone!”

Julius Reed looked straight into Mr. Harris’s eyes, “Now is not the time for me to appear. When you go back, find out the identity of that local person! And remember, keep the news that I’m alive to yourself!”

“Understood!”

Mr. Harris wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaking.

“When you go back, say that the mission was completed successfully, and find out exactly who this local is and what’s their story!”

Julius Reed closed his eyes and took a deep breath; perhaps all the recent changes in Five-river Province were related to this person.

“The organization is called the Boulevard League. The local Leopold Family, Three Blade Group, among others, have joined. I haven’t been here long, so I don’t know much.”

As soon as Mr. Harris finished speaking, Julius Reed’s eyes snapped open, murmuring to himself, “The Boulevard League again?”