Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Even if both parties bring people, looking as though a fight is about to break out, they definitely won’t actually fight.

First, they check which side has more people, which side has stronger connections.

If the difference isn’t significant, they continue calling for backup until the other side backs down.

The weaker party bows their heads in apology, and the matter is considered resolved.

After all, everyone is civilized, and in a harmonious society, what’s valued is one’s face.

But Julius Reed stepped forward without a word and kicked Ken Leocadia’s stretcher over!

That’s too barbaric!

“What the… what are you doing! I came to talk to you today, to reason with you! Even though I have a lot of people on my side, if you are willing to bow your head and apologize…”

Bran Cook’s heart raced, still not having recovered from the shock.

Originally, their group had come over with great momentum!

The idea was to intimidate Quella Radcliffe with a show of force!

But they hadn’t anticipated Julius Reed’s domineering kick, which completely stunned them!

“No need, I’m not good with words, I prefer to let my fists do the talking.”

Julius Reed looked up at his hand and leisurely walked over to an Audi A6 parked at the entrance.

“Nice car, isn’t it? Brand new?”

He gently touched the sedan.

“Be careful there! I just bought that car, if you damage the paintwork, I can’t afford to fix it!”

Graham Cook hurried over, pointing at Julius Reed: “This is an Audi, for an unemployed bum like you, how could you afford to compensate if you really damaged it?”

He was the procurement department manager at the Cook Family, a position with a lot of perks.

But before Bran Cook’s return, the Cook Family was not very strong, even only slightly stronger than the Radcliffe Family.

Now with Bran Cook’s forceful return, the family’s status had risen significantly.

Graham Cook also knew he was about to strike it rich and quickly switched to a new Audi.

The car had just been taken out, still sporting its temporary license plate.

“I heard Audi has been cutting corners, not sure if it’s true or not. They say it’s just a layer of sheet metal on the body, just like plastic inside.”

Julius Reed walked around the car, speaking slowly.

“Ha! That’s just the sour grapes of those who can’t afford one! Let me tell you the truth, the quality of this Audi is top-notch, incomparable to any other trashy cars! As for safety, even if it were to hit a wall, it would…”

Boom!

Graham Cook hadn’t finished his sentence when a loud bang startled him into silence.

Turning around, he saw Julius Reed pressing his hand on the car hood, having turned the front of the car into a pile of scrap metal!

The engine wasn’t even turned on, but antifreeze and engine oil were spilled all over the ground.

“You…”

Graham Cook’s eyes widened, as he stammered, “You… you you…”

His tongue was tied, and he couldn’t utter another word.

Who was this, a man or a monster?

“What about me? I just said Audi had cut corners, and look, with just a light touch, it’s wrecked!”

Julius Reed dusted off his hands, grinning as he watched the Cook family’s people.

His words left Graham Cook swallowing nervously.

Could it really be as Amos Davenport had said, that the car had cut corners?

But even if it did have fewer features, it shouldn’t be so fragile that a single hand could smash it, right?

“So, are we fighting or what? It’s just me on my own, do as you please.”

Julius Reed extended one hand, pointing at the few dozen Cook family’s people in front of him.

But no one dared to take a step forward.

Everyone held their breath, exchanging glances, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Was this even human?

He was like a demon!

Forget their group, even if the number was doubled, they wouldn’t dare to charge forward!

If something as tough as steel could be so easily crumpled, what about limbs? An accidental fracture would mean lifelong disability.

The atmosphere grew awkwardly silent.

Only heavy breathing could be heard.

“Are we fighting or not! I’ve got things to do!”

Julius Reed walked up to Bran Cook, still pretending to accidentally step on Ken Leocadia’s foot along the way.

The latter was about to let out a pig-like scream but immediately covered his mouth with his hand, enduring the pain without making a sound.

If I shouted out and made their legs tremble, I’m sure those legs would be thoroughly broken.

“Heh, Amos Davenport, you think you can…”

Slap!

Before Bran Cook could finish his sentence, Julius Reed slapped him hard across the face.

Bran Cook, who had never suffered such abuse, immediately had the imprint of five fingers appear on his delicate, fair face.

“Amos Davenport! You dare to hit me! In broad daylight, is there no law…”

“Oh, I have OCD, it looked a bit asymmetrical.”

Slap!

Julius Reed didn’t wait for Bran Cook to finish speaking, and slapped him again!

“Now, it’s symmetrical.”

He looked at his handiwork and nodded in satisfaction.

“You…”

Bran Cook took a deep breath, almost squeezing the word out through his teeth.

It must be said, he hesitated.

The words at the tip of his tongue, he didn’t dare to say them.

The burning pain on his face seemed to remind him that this man should not be provoked!

Don’t act impulsively, stay rational.

“Are you still going to talk reason?”

Finally, he said through gritted teeth.

“Reason? Of course!”

Julius Reed chuckled, “I’m the kind of person who likes to win people over with virtue!”

“Haha! Win over with virtue!”

Bran Cook really felt like killing someone, hating only that he couldn’t beat him and could only stand there and take the beating.

And those who came with him, all blustering with bravado on their way here, each boasting that they’d beat Julius Reed so badly even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.

But now? Each one was so scared that they didn’t even dare to breathe heavily, for fear that the next slap would land on their faces.

“What? Am I not winning over with virtue?”

Julius Reed shouted toward the disciples at the entrance of Willson Pavilion, “Bring the brush!”

“At your service!”

The disciple quickly returned inside the western-style house and soon came out with a writing brush.

Julius Reed took the brush, wrote the character for “virtue” on his hand, then casually threw the brush aside and walked over to the Cook family’s people.

“Do you recognize what this is?”

“We recognize it, it’s the character for ‘virtue’.”

The Cook family’s person nodded quickly, his face still wearing an awkward smile.

Slap!

Julius Reed slapped him, causing the still-wet ink to stain the Cook family’s person’s face.

An indistinct “virtue” character was perfectly left on the half of his face that was slapped.

“See, winning over with virtue. I, Amos Davenport, am a reasonable man, never bullying the weak. What do you say?”

Julius Reed looked toward the Cook family’s person who had been slapped.

“Yes! Yes! You win people over with virtue, I am completely convinced inside and out! The boss never bullies the weak, and your words are so reasonable, they make me feel utterly ashamed!”

The Cook family’s person, covering his face, hurriedly flattered.

You should know, just ten minutes ago, he had threatened to break Julius Reed’s leg!

“See! This brother here understands!”

Slap!

No sooner had he finished speaking than he slapped another Cook family’s person across the face.

“Ouch!”

Caught off guard, the person responded with irritation, “Why would you…”

Slap!

Another slap followed.

“Did I bully you?”

Julius Reed asked with a guilty face.

“No… It was my face that accidentally ran into your hand…”

This member of the Cook Family said feeling very wronged.