Chapter 578: 578
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
âBig brother! Why should the words of an enemy change our Leocadia Family?â
Ursula Leocadia said reluctantly, âEver since Father fell ill, itâs been you whoâve taken care of him. Now that the Old Master is not going to make it, you want everyone involved?â
After Old Master Leocadia fell ill, Natalia Leocadia, acting as the proxy Family Head of the Leocadia Family, was fully responsible for the Old Masterâs hospitalization and treatment.
This was to be expected, but Julius Reedâs words had sown seeds of doubt in the hearts of the Leocadia Family members.
Seeing that the Old Master was on his last legs, Natalia Leocadia didnât mind switching the person taking care of him.
Karen once said that once this poison entered the body, death was certain.
The Old Master Leocadia had at most half a month to live, and at such a critical juncture, Natalia had no intention of taking risks.
Once the Old Master died, it would be natural for Natalia to become the new Family Head.
Then she could settle new grudges and old grievances together.
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âNo need to say more. My conscience is clear, so why should I care about other peopleâs gossip?â
Natalia Leocadia refused righteously and then sat back down in her chair, took a deep breath and said, âLetâs adjourn todayâs meeting here. Iâm not feeling well. We will continue tomorrow morning.â
After finishing, she left in large strides under everyoneâs gaze.
â¦
âTerry Moore, you damn nearly got me killed!â
In a dilapidated warehouse in Gonzalez City, Karen lay in a heap of broken straw, covered with a piece of clothing.
Cursing incessantly.
âWhat could I do?â
Terry Moore replied unhappily, sitting in a corner of the warehouse and cleaning a wound on his arm.
He had been cut by glass when he flipped down from the upper floor.
The blood had already coagulated, but it didnât look pretty.
âArenât you supposed to be the number one expert in the capital? How come it was only after one punch that you took me and jumped down from the building?â
The more Karen thought about it, the angrier he became, muttering, âWhat a lousy expert.â
He wasnât even mentally prepared for that jump from the building; they jumped from over ten floors up, and it nearly scared him to death.
Fortunately, Terry Moore was quite skilled and managed a few shifts in the air, which prevented them from dying on impact.
âI never claimed to be the number one expert in the capital. Itâs all you people slapping gold on my face.â
Terry Moore gave him a dismissive glance. âAfter that punch, I knew the strength of the opponent. If it had been two punches, neither of us would have escaped.â
âSerious?â
Karen turned his head, asking with a mix of belief and doubt, his face grave.
âWhen have I ever lied to you?â
Terry Moore answered with a resounding voice, clearly not in a good mood.
âIs he that formidable?â
Karen still didnât believe it.
He was well aware of how strong Terry Moore was. If the opponent was really that formidable, wouldnât their situation be very dangerous?
âVery formidable.â
Terry Moore walked up to Karen and stretched out a hand.
âBroken?â
Karen gently touched one of Terry Mooreâs fingers.
The finger was clearly broken from the severe impact, hanging on by only skin.
âYeah.â
Terry Moore nodded. âTwo fingers are broken.â
After a pause, he added, âI made the first move.â
âDamn!â
Karen jumped up from the straw heap, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.
âWeâre done for! Weâre done for! I thought it would be an easy job, especially with you, the big guy, around. Who knew we would run into an expert even crazier than you? Now weâve lost our phones and didnât bring any money. What are we going to do?â
âHow aboutâ¦â
Terry Moore looked Karen up and down and said with a goofy smile, âYou go begging?â
âYou think thatâs funny?â
Karenâs face darkened as he pointed to himself. âIâm of a considerable age, at such an old age, you want me to beg? Young man, you show no respect for the elderly and the young!â
His face was full of wrinkles, and his hair had turned white.
Indeed, he appeared to be in his sixties or seventies.
âKaren, you can fool others, but can you fool me?â
Terry Moore walked over to the straw heap, lay down straight, and said while looking sideways, âYou look the way you do because of drug poisoning. In reality, you are not even thirty years old, about the same age as me.â
âYou know that?â
Karen was clearly scared.
It was his secret.
Three years ago, he had been making medicine with his master, and in his eagerness for quick success, he secretly took a pill while his master wasnât around.
As a result, he passed out for seven days and seven nights, and when he came to, he found himself in this state.
Aged.
He looked like he was in his sixties or seventies.
Very few people knew about this, even Natalia Leocadia wasnât very clear about it.
How did Terry Moore know?
âYou were drunk and told me yourself,â
Terry Moore turned his head away and closed his eyes to sleep on his own.
âIt seems there really was such an incident?â
Karen tried to recall, and finally shook his head, âForget it, forget it, I wonât drink anymore. Drinking leads to trouble. What should I do now? I canât go back, and I canât get in touch with the capital. I have to think of something.â
âIâll go find that woman from during the day and be her bodyguard. At least two hundred thousand a month, with food and lodging provided,â
Terry Moore was chewing on a straw, talking to himself.
âWhat about me?â
Karen raised his eyebrows.
With his current ghastly appearance, should he find an old lady?
âYou can ask her if she lacks a father, and if she does, you can be her godfather,â
Terry Moore rarely smiled, continuing to sleep after that.
âReally! Why did I have to come out and handle business with you?â
Karen sighed, turned around, and returned to the pile of hay, beginning to contemplate how to escape the current predicament.
Based on their previous experience at the hotel, they definitely couldnât attract too much attention outside.
Otherwise, if any observer spotted them, it would be the end.
But they couldnât just stay in the warehouse forever.
âForget it, Iâll deal with it tomorrow!â
He sighed, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.
â¦
After threatening Natalia Leocadia, Julius Reed walked straight out of the hotel.
He hadnât expected that a disciple from Medicine King Valley would get involved.
Things were getting more and more lively in the small place of Gonzalez City.
But before the new year, the people from Five-river Province probably wouldnât make a move.
In the battle by the river, he had killed the main forces of the Michael Family and the Boulevard League, and the woman was being closely monitored by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
At least he could have a peaceful New Year.
But just as he stepped out of the hotel, his phone rang.
It was a call from Itai Huntington.
âWhatâs up?â
Julius Reedâs tone softened quite a bit.
Yesterday, because of him, Itai Huntington was slapped by Winona Leocadia, which made Julius Reed feel somewhat guilty.
After all, the two had no prior relationship, and Itai Huntingtonâs decision to help him clear the scene was indeed a bold move.
âHave you eaten yet?â
Over the phone, Itai Huntingtonâs magnetic voice came through again.
âIâveâ¦,â
Mid-speech, Julius Reed sighed helplessly: âNo, I havenât eaten.â
âGood, I havenât either. Iâll send someone to pick you up, just tell me your location,â
Itai Huntington said with a laugh, apparently in high spirits.
âIâll eat by myself outside,â
Julius Reed didnât want to get entangled with Itai Huntington.
Such a woman, better to avoid.
If Anna Harris exaggerated things, he would have to explain to Itai Huntington when he returned.
âI have a business deal tonight, and Iâll feel more at ease with you there. Dinner will be my way of thanking you for your help,â
After a pause, Itai Huntington continued: âSteamed king crab, lobster, and alsoâ¦,â
âIâm in front of the Sheraton Hotel, on Future Street. Tell your driver to hurry,â
Julius Reed hung up the phone and swallowed hard.
Truly delicious.
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