Chapter 100 - 99 Two Bounties_l
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Translator: 549690339
Facing Knox Ridge, Julius Reed might still take Quella Radcliffe into consideration, but the people from Willson Pavilion couldnât care less.
In their hearts, the sanctity and inviolability of the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance are paramount!
Seeing Knox Ridge about to strike Julius Reed, the leading person rushed torward and slapped ner across tne tace!
âYou dare to hit me!â
Dazed from the slap, Knox Ridge lay on the ground, crying and shouting, âPrepare the moneyâI wonât get up without two hundred thousand! Quella, call the police, someone is beating your mom!â
At that moment, she displayed the true colors of a shrew to the fullest. Her behavior right now was colloquially known as âextortion.â
âFine! Since youâre not getting up, Iâll send you straight to heaven!â
The Willson Pavilion disciples didnât care about the niceties and promptly drew a knife, shimmering with cold light, slowly approaching Knox Ridge.
âWhat are you doing! I warn you, itâs daylight.. Quella⦠save your mom, what kind of people are these! â
Seeing the blade getting closer, Knox Ridge started crawling toward Burl Radcliffe, fear filling her eyes.
Usually, when she threw tantrums, her targets were honest and kind-hearted commoners who would naturally give in to her drama.
But as the saying goes, âIt takes a bully to beat a bully.â Seeing the Willson Pavilion disciples brandishing their knives, Knox Ridgeâs legs went weak, and she was scared to tears.
âBrother, I was wrong! I was tasteless, donât stoop to my levelâ¦â
Clang!
The knife in the hands of the Willson Pavilion disciple stabbed down fiercely!
âMom!â
Following the two cries, Knox Ridgeâs face went pale, and she couldnât help but shiver.
Quella, who was close by, felt his heart leap into his throat.
âNext time, the knife wonât miss!â
The Willson Pavilion disciple pulled the knife from a centimeter away from
Knox Ridgeâs neck and said coldly, âBehave yourself!â
Julius Reed, who had been silent the whole time, after witnessing this scene, said indifferently, âYouâve put a dent in my newly renovated floor.â
âThisâ¦â
The named Willson Pavilion disciple coughed a few times, then hurriedly said,
âYoung Master, rest assured, I will immediately arrange for it to be replaced.â
Caught up in his anger, he had forgotten about this. After all, it was the home of the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, and he was somewhat afraid of the consequences of his actions.
In the Willson Pavilion, every time Pavilion Master Amadeus Fairbanks mentioned Julius Reed, his eyes were filled with reverence.
Because of the Gonzalez City incident, he was even willing to start a war with Deep Cold!
âJust kidding!â
Julius Reed said with a smile, patting his shoulder, and then glanced at Knox Ridge, âItâs good in a way, serves as a reminder to certain people not to be too arrogant!â
Having the Willson Pavilion step in to intimidate his own mother-in-law was actually a good thing. Knowing these people wouldnât dare to kill in front of him, he hadnât intervened when they took action.
âJulius Reed, youâ¦â
âHmm?â
Knox Ridge was about to speak but stopped short when glanced at by the
Willson Pavilion disciple, immediately too frightened to say another word.
âMr. Radcliffe, are you alrightâ¦â
She turned and helped Burl Radcliffe up from the ground.
The discipleâs kick had been mercifulâif not, Burl Radcliffe would have been a corpse by now.
âCould I be alright! Letâs go backâ¦â
The incident with the knife truly terrified him, and even now, he hadnât recovered from the initial shock.
âGo where! This is our daughterâs home, why should I leave? If anyone should go, itâs certain people!â
Intimidated by the Willson Pavilion disciple, she didnât dare to blatantly speak against Julius Reed.
After glancing at her own daughter, she felt even more upset.
Quella, who was once obedient and assertive, had become incredibly meek!
Werenât those supposed to be her bodyguards? They only listened to Julius
Reedâs orders, making Knox Ridge feel as if her daughter was being coerced.
While Julius Reed went upstairs, Knox Ridge quietly approached Quella Radcliffe, âDaughter, tell me the truth, did Julius Reed coerce someone to threaten you, wanting to seize your property?â
âSeize my property?â
Quella Radcliffe blinked in slight astonishment before responding with a touch of displeasure, âMom, what are you talking about! Julius Reed has been very good to me, and from now on, I want you to stop making his life difficult. Otherwise, if something like this happens again, I really wonât be able to save you! You saw it just now, they only listen to Julius Reed.â
Although Quella wished to take this opportunity to calm Knox Ridgeâs temper, in the end, she was her mother, so Quella had to continue comforting her, âAs long as you donât deliberately make things hard for Reed, he will treat you well.â
âHmph! Indeed, a girl outgrows her home! Donât think you can turn the world upside down just because youâve grown wings. Let me tell you, as long as your father and I are not dead, you can forget about overshadowing us!â
Knox Ridge stormed off after dropping those words, dragging Burl Radcliffe back to their room.
Having gone through that incident, even if the couple harbored thoughts of troubling Julius Reed, seeing the few people standing in the living room, they had no choice but to swallow their words.
The old couple always speculated but never understood who those people really were.
However, as long as they didnât offend Julius Reed, those people were like statues, not moving an inch.
In his room, Julius Reed wasnât sleeping but was logging into a website with practiced ease.
Shortly after, the dimly lit webpage appeared before him.
This was an underground world website where many bounties surfaced.
As he browsed, he surprisingly found his own name listed!
A bounty of three hundred million!
âWow! Thatâs no small amount of money!â
Julius Reed let out a faint smile and clicked to view the details.
On this website, both the bounty issuer and the mission acceptor were kept absolutely confidential.
But he could see how many people had accepted the bounty.
A bounty could be taken on by multiple people at once, but each time, a substantial deposit had to be paid.
âTen!â
Seeing the number below, Julius Reed couldnât help but smile wryly. Ten people had accepted the mission, meaning that now there were ten Shadow Warriors rushing to Gonzalez City, after his life. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
As he continued to scroll, he felt even more helpless.
Someone, for some reason, had issued a second bounty, aiming for both his and Aron Jacksonâs lives, with a reward of five hundred million!
Since it involved Gonzalez Cityâs local big shot, naturally, there were fewer takers, but where there is risk there is reward, and still, three people had accepted the mission.
âThirteen! It looks like I wonât be living in peace any time soon.â
Julius Reed leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Life is just so dramatic; sometimes, even when you want to live peacefully and avoid trouble, trouble still finds its way to you.
Eternal life is not as good as people think â watching the people around you leave one by one, thatâs a very painful thing.
Thatâs why Julius Reed neither married nor had children.
Throughout countless years, he roamed around, casually critiquing the world when he was bored, occasionally drifting at sea, trying everything possible just to make life less monotonous.
But over these three years of amnesia, he had finally found the feeling of being alive, that kind of robust, passionate, and loving life.
âSigh.â
He exhaled deeply, picked up the phone from the table, and dialed a number.
âWho is this?â
Upon connection, an ice-cold voice came from the other end.
âThirteen people are on their way to kill me.â Julius Reed said calmly.
âYoung⦠I understand! Are⦠are you alrightâ¦â
The originally indifferent tone on the other end suddenly became excited, and even the breathing turned hurried.
âNot dead!â
After replying, Julius Reed hung up the phone.
Some things, he didnât need to say too much..