Chapter 453: 453 Weirdo_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
âAh⦠my hand!â
The pain struck swiftly, and Kian Ridge crouched on the ground in agony, watching his continuously bleeding fingers, his body beginning to tremble.
âQuick! Call a car, rush to the hospital to reattach the young masterâs finger!â
Seeing this, the Ridge Family servants immediately sprang into action.
Having a finger severed was not a big issue, with the current level of medical expertise, as long as there was enough time, it could be restored as before.
But if too much time passed, it was very likely to result in complications.
âYouâre insane! How dare you injure the young master!â
The other Ridge Family servants quickly surrounded the man in the long robe, glaring at him, âYou really have a death wish!â
âKill him!â
Kian Ridge endured the heart-wrenching pain and stood up from the ground.
He had grown up pampered and sheltered, never having suffered a wound, and now, to his dismay, someone had chopped off one of his fingers!
âYou think you can kill me with just that?â
The man sat on the ground, drinking from his flask as if nothing had happened, without so much as glancing at them.
âToo arrogant! We all know youâre skilled, but do you really think weâre pushovers?â
The Ridge Family servants glared at the man, with someone even pulling out a handgun from behind.
âWhat, do you think we were raised on shit?â
The man chuckled with a âhehâ, leisurely savoring the wine from his gourd.
âNo matter how tough you are, can you move faster than a dart?â
The Ridge Family members were completely enraged!
They knew the tougher the person, the harder to control, which was why they had brought a few experts along and carried two darts with them.
As expected, this man had actually chopped off Kian Ridgeâs finger with a single sword strike.
âYou all arrange for the vehicle to take the young master to the hospital. Iâll consult with the master whether to execute this man on the spot or bring him back for trial,â
a steward stepped forward, directing the servants in their tasks.
He was the little leader responsible for managing everyone on this trip and was a person Truman Ridge trusted greatly.
The man was powerful, rumored to have severely wounded Skyfire on his own.
But they didnât know just how strong he really was.
Truman Ridge had sent this steward to try to meet all the manâs demands and to be responsible for overseeing Kian Ridge.
But as a member of the Ridge family, the steward naturally placed Kianâs safety first.
In his view, the man was merely a Shadow Warrior hired by the Ridge Family, and had no right to defy his employer.
âNo need for a car, this finger canât be reattached.â
The man wiped the wine from his lips, and with a sweep of his Longswordâ¦
Whoosh!
The severed finger flew through the air.
Following a flash of blade light, the severed finger was gone entirely.
âYou dare!â
Seeing this, the stewardâs lips trembled involuntarily.
This was to render Kian Ridge completely disabled!
Absolute betrayal!
âMy finger!â
Seeing his own finger disappear, Kian Ridge understood he might become a Nine-fingered Man in the future, and couldnât help but feel a surge of rage.
A hired dog slave had the nerve to treat him like this!
To treat a member of the Ridge Family like this?
âKill him!â
Kian Ridge roared in anger, and the servants immediately closed in.
âSpeak! Any last words?â
A servant with a dart pointed at the manâs head asked coldly.
âMake him kneel! Kneel before me!â
Kian Ridge, his finger wrapped in a bandage, shrieked with bloodshot eyes.
He wanted to make this man in front of him suffer worse than death!
This freak!
âChop off his third hand!â
âYes, young master!â
The steward drew a knife and slowly approached the man.
âKneel before the young master!â
He commanded once more.
âI really, donât like being pointed at with a gun.â
The man put the flask away and slowly rose from the ground.
âGive you a chance to throw your dart first, or youâll never get the chance to throw one again in this lifetime.â
The manâs face was full of scorn, not even deigning to glance at the servant.
âKill him!â
Kian Ridge completely lost his reason!
Whoosh!
Clang!
In the instant the servant pulled the trigger!
The man swiftly drew his sword!
A streak of cold light flashed!
And no one could quite see what had happened!
âAh!â
The servant let out a scream as half his hand was sheared off, falling to the ground.
âAhâ¦â
Standing in place, the servant looked at his severed hand, trembling all over.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Blood kept flowing, quickly staining the ground beneath his feet red.
âSo noisy.â
Pfff!
With a backhanded thrust of his sword, the man pierced right through the servantâs body.
âI said I donât like having guns pointed at me.â
Thud!
As the sword was withdrawn, the servant fell straight to the ground, eyes still filled with disbelief!
Could it be faster than a flying dart?
What kind of monster was this?
Or had it missed?
âThis⦠this is impossible!â
Kian Ridgeâs face turned deathly pale. He took a step back and yelled at another servant, âThrow the dart! Kill him! Hurry, kill this freak!â
The servant was shaking all over with fear at this point.
If he were to throw the dart, would he be killed just like the earlier one?
But he had no choice!
He had to kill this freak in front of him to survive!
âDie!â
With a roar of rage, the servant instantly triggered the mechanism!
Pfff!
The man who had been standing three meters away from the servant suddenly appeared behind him.
Afterward, the man lightly pushed the servant.
The body and head separated.
One sword stroke.
âYouâ¦â
Kian Ridgeâs legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground completely.
âYou think you can kill me?â
Unhurriedly, the man took a wine flask off his waist and strolled over to Kian Ridge, âI heard you wanted me to kneel?â
âIâ¦â
Kian Ridge felt a chill run through his body, trembling like a sieve, his eyes filled with terror.
Was this even human?
It was a monster!
âDie!â
At the same time, the butler suddenly drew his knife!
He wanted to catch the freak off-guard and cut him down!
Whoosh!
But the man turned around, grabbed the butlerâs wrist with one hand, and immediately redirected the longsword!
Pfff!
The longsword pierced through the butlerâs body!
âToo weak!â
He shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.
âYou⦠donât come any closer⦠my family is the Ridge Family, if you dare kill meâ¦â
Kian Ridge was completely filled with fear.
He was scared that the man would kill him!
But he was a member of the Ridge Family!
âThe Ridge Family? You think I wonât kill your entire clan?â
Crouching in front of Kian Ridge, the man said with a smile.
âI was wrong⦠great one, as long as you spare me, Iâm willing to give you any reward!â
Isnât a Shadow Warrior after money? With enough money, who would have issues with it?
âYou see my third hand?â
Tate King pointed to the extra hand below his right arm.
Kian Ridge nodded stupidly.
His mind was blank, completely filled with terror.
âWhen I was a child, people used to call me a freak, saying I brought bad luck and that my family would be plagued with misfortune as long as I was around.â
Tate King looked up at the sky, âThe townsfolk all cursed at me, beat me, as did my family. My two older brothers and older sister abused me daily, even making me eat leftovers.â
âLater, I swore that anyone who called me a freak, I would kill them. Half a year after I met my master, I killed everyone in that town.â
Kian Ridge kept nodding stupidly, but then, as if he thought of something terrifying, his eyes widened in horror!
Crack!
Tate King twisted and broke Kian Ridgeâs neck, âAnd you, you just said âfreakâ twice.â
âFreak! Pick a spot in this East Sea Graveyard; youâll be needing it shortly.â
Just then, Julius Reed walked out from the woods beside the graveyard.
âWhat did you just call meâ¦â
Tate King slowly stood up.
His expression grim as the deep waters.
âFreak, brother! Canât you hear? I called you a freak,â said Julius Reed warmly.