Chapter 428: 428 My Head is Hard_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
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âYou! Youâre insane!â
Knox Ridge felt her legs go weak and collapsed onto the ground.
Daring to make a move in Twilight Mansion! Wasnât this seeking death?
Everyone in Gonzalez City, even the children, knew who the boss of Twilight Mansion was!
That was the wealthiest man in Gonzalez City, Ovidiu Cook!
Aside from Aron Jackson, who would dare not to give Ovidiu Cook face?
Yet her useless son-in-law had suddenly become brave and broken the leg of the security captain!
She knew she was finished!
Burl Radcliffe also stood there, trembling uncontrollably, with cramps in his calves!
Was it worth risking their lives just for a meal?
The happiest person was undoubtedly Bran Cook, knowing that injuring a security guard was equivalent to slapping Ovidiu Cook in the face!
Getting his legs broken might be considered a merciful outcome!
It seemed that this person was going to disappear!
âCatch him quickly! Donât let him escape!â
Bran Cook shouted loudly.
If Julius Reed really got away, he wouldnât be able to witness him becoming crippled with his own eyes.
âLetâs go, letâs eat!â
Julius Reed grabbed the still-terrified Quella Radcliffeâs hand and walked towards the inside.
âCatch him!â
The security guards looked at each other and rushed forward!
âAll⦠all of you, come back!â
The security captain shouted in pain. He had almost exerted all his strength to stop those security guards who wanted to make a move.
If they really hurt this guest right now, they would be torn to pieces!
A 9-5 membership card number!
The utmost respect!
Even Ovidiu Cook didnât dare to use this card himself.
âBig brother, what are you saying?â
The security guards stopped in their tracks, full of confusion, and asked.
To act so recklessly in Twilight Mansion, are they not going to do anything about it?
And it was the other party who had initiated the attack!
âAll come back! Apologize to this gentleman! Ahâ¦â
The security captain was sweating profusely from the pain, his body curled up.
But still, he gritted his teeth through the intense agony and called his brothers back.
He was protecting these men!
âMy men⦠they were uninformed⦠Please⦠Please donât blame them!â
The security captain propped himself up painfully, ignoring his broken leg, and knelt on the ground, teeth clenched.
âI beg of you!â
âCaptain! What are you doing?â
âWhatâs going on? Call a doctor!â
âCaptain, why are you kneeling!â
The security guards immediately started to panic.
However, as the security captain usually had a good relationship with them, they were particularly obedient; they all gathered around him and didnât make a rash move.
âWhat are you standing there for? Someone is hitting people in Twilight Mansion!â
Bran Cook saw the security guards unmoving and became desperately anxious.
He was shouting when suddenly he got slapped across the face!
âDoes it hurt?â
Julius Reed looked at the stunned Bran Cook.
âIf it hurts, then learn your lesson. Otherwise, next time it wonât just be a slap in the face!â
Having said that, Julius Reed coldly glanced at the captain kneeling on the ground, drenched in sweat, âRemember, those who use others to kill, are the first to be cut by the blade!â
âI understand!â
The security captain lowered his head, no longer speaking.
At the same time, he harbored a deep hatred for Bran Cook.
âLetâs go. You guys, carry my mother-in-law and father-in-law, find a table and sit down.â
Julius Reed gestured, but the security guards remained transfixed, making no move to follow his order.
âYou dare to hit me!â
Bran Cook, regaining his composure, walked up to Julius Reed in rage. Before he could do anything, he heard the security captainâs feeble voice shouting, âDidnât you hear the customerâs order? Do it! If anyone offends him, Iâll kill them!â
Once these words were uttered, the security guards immediately understood what was happening.
It appeared that the guest before them was extremely distinguished, and the security captain had taken all the blame upon himself, offering them a chance to redeem themselves.
âGet to it!â
âAuntie, are you okay?â
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âUncle, come with me!â
Groups of three security guards were practically supporting Knox Ridge and Burl Radcline as they lifted them and walked towards the inside of the restaurant.
âHey! What are you doing? This person doesnât have a card!â
Bran Cook yelled at the security guards in anger, but it was as if they couldnât hear him at all; no one paid him any attention.
âKid, you donât seem to remember pain after it heals, which isnât good.â
Julius Reed lightly patted Bran Cookâs face twice, then suddenly drew back his hand and slapped him hard!
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire restaurant.
Even the manager was startled and came over.
He saw Julius Reed and broke out in cold sweat.
This was the man who had disabled a bunch of rich second-generation kids in Gonzalez City!
Right here in the Twilight Mansion!
Not even a month ago!
âWhatâs going on!â
Stacy Cook, hearing the commotion, came over with Cook familyâs people.
âUncle! He hit me!â
Bran Cook glared viciously at Julius Reed, hoping Stacy Cook would help him kill the man who had humiliated him more than once.
Now, his face bore two large slap marks, already turning purple from the hit!
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, showing just how forceful the slap had been!
âDid you hit someone?â
Stacy Cook asked coldly.
He could kill Tarquin Cook, so he could certainly kill Julius Reed.
Itâs just that Stacy Cook thought such a minor character wasnât worth his own action.
And now, he didnât want Julius Reed to die too soon.
Sometimes, staying alive is the real torture.
âI did hit him! Didnât you see it?â
Smack!
With lightning-fast speed, Julius Reed slapped Bran Cookâs face again.
Bran Cook, caught off guard, staggered and fell to the ground with a thud!
âNow do you see it?â
Julius Reed extended his hand and said to the waiter, âWet wipes!â
The waiter didnât dare delay and hurriedly ran to get the wet wipes.
âMy handâs dirty.â
Julius Reed wiped his hand and tossed the wet wipe onto Bran Cookâs face: âNow, what do you want to do?â
The moment Stacy Cook appeared, Julius Reed sensed that he was different.
Now that Jordan was preparing to make a move, Julius Reed was informed that Bran Cook had a formidable backup coming.
But that was useless.
I am invincible, do as you please.
âIs the face of Cook familyâs people something you can hit?â
Stacy Cook said coldly.
Previously he didnât want to kill Julius Reed, but now he really had the impulse to kill!
He had returned to push the Cook family to the number one position in Gonzalez City.
But now, the most outstanding youth of the family had been slapped in the face!
If word spread, what dignity would the Cook family have left?
If he disabled Julius Reed, it would serve as a warning to the people of Gonzalez City that anyone who dared to oppose the Cook family was on a path to death!
âI just finished hitting, you saw it.â
Julius Reed shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, âOr should I hit you too?â
âSay that again!â
Jordan immediately stepped forward.
His emergence filled the restaurant with a sudden air of killing intent.
Seeing that things were about to turn nasty, the Twilight Mansion manager stepped in between the two men and said in a cold voice, âGentlemen, this is the Twilight Mansion! If you have to fight, please donât do it here! If you donât respect us, then you will bear the consequences!â
He had to step forward now!
And his bias was clear.
Julius Reed finished hitting someone and only then did the manager step in to stop the fight, which was already an effort to help.
After hearing this, Stacy Cook considered his options and, still unwilling to let it go, said, âLetâs go, letâs eat first!â
Picking a fight with Ovidiu Cook right away wouldnât be beneficial.
âKid, one day, I will smash your head in.â
Jordan said viciously as he was leaving.
âMy headâs tough, watch out for your fist.â
Julius Reed chuckled lightly.