Chapter 64 - 63: Attack in the Alley_1
Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Translator: 549690339
âImpossible!â
Harlan Potter suppressed the heart-wrenching pain, leaning against the warehouse wall as he gasped for air.
No one had ever beaten him in a frenzied state, not ever!
âUnfortunately, itâs happened.â
Julius Reed shrugged his shoulders and said to Aron Jackson, âIâll leave the rest to you.â
âSure!â
Aron Jackson nodded and slowly walked towards Harlan Potter.
âGo to hell!â
Even with both arms broken, Harlan Potterâs proud heart still wouldnât allow him to submit!
Watching Aron Jackson approaching, he suddenly leaped up, his legs chopping down like lightning!
Crack!
Facing this desperate attack, Aron Jackson simply met it head-on and chopped down with his palm!
The immense force instantly broke Harlan Potterâs leg bones!
Thud!
Harlan Potter fell to the ground, with large beads of sweat now forming on his forehead.
Originally, his strength was on par with Aron Jacksonâs, but now that his arms were disabled, he naturally was no match for Aron Jackson.
âWho are you! Even if I am to die, let me die knowing!â
Even with two broken arms and a leg, Harlan Potter enduring the excruciating pain, looked up at Julius Reed and asked with a trembling voice.
He couldnât believe it!
In this world, there could be someone who would defeat him so miserably! âYouâre not worthy of knowing my big brotherâs name!â
Aron Jackson stepped on Harlan Potterâs chest and took out a cell phone from his pocket.
âIt looks like the ransom has just doubled.â
âHe, Stanislaus Potter, should be thankful. If it were someone else, they might have already torn up the ticket.â
Julius Reed stood by, smiling cheerfully.
âGood, then letâs double it.â
Aron Jackson nodded and dialed Stanislaus Potterâs number using Harlan Potterâs phone.
âIs the young master rescued?â
As soon as the call connected, Stanislaus Potter asked eagerly.
âBoss Potter, weâre about to tear up the ticket.â
Aron Jackson sighed, somewhat helplessly saying, âI dealt with you honestly, but you sent people to kill me. Thatâs not quite fair, is it?â
After a brief silence on the other end, Stanislaus Potterâs voice became more anxious: âAron Jackson, money is negotiable! I was wrong about what happened today! Name your terms, I, Stanislaus Potter, guarantee with my personal reputation that I will play no more tricks!â
He had only this one son and couldnât afford any slip-ups.
As if afraid Aron Jackson wouldnât believe him, he added, âPlease give me your
account number, and within halt an hour, I will definitely transfer the money to your account! Please, you must believe me!â
By the end, his voice was already quivering.
âSince thatâs the case, then we wonât tear up the ticket. The ransom is doubled, 600 million, not too much, right?â
Aron Jackson said with a light smile, âYour man here can fight; he scared my people quite a bit. So, asking for a bit more as a medical fee, that seems fair, doesnât it?â
â650 million! As long as you release my son and Harlan Potter, the money will be transferred quickly!â
Stanislaus Potter immediately increased the price by 50 million without any hesitation.
âGood! Boss Potter is a straightforward man! If you hadnât made all this mess, your son might already be home safe. Why bother?â
Even Aron Jackson didnât expect the other party to be so straightforward, adding 50 million directly. It even made him feel somewhat embarrassed.
âAs long as my son is safe, money is no issue! Aron Jackson, I hope you keep your word, now send me the account number.â
As the party being extorted, Stanislaus Potter was even more eager than Aron Jackson. But thinking about it, it made sense. The Potter Family only had this one heir; if something happened to Quamaine Potter, who would inherit the familyâs fortune of over tens of billions?
âYou can rest assured on that, Boss Potter. I, Aron Jackson, keep my word. As soon as I get the money, Iâll naturally send your son back.â
After giving the account number to Stanislaus Potter, Aron Jackson hung up the phone and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
It was already the afternoon, and many employees were leaving work one by one.
On the outskirts of the Radcliffe Group, two black vans appeared quietly.
Inside the vans, a group of blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign men sat in the seats, staring intently at the groupâs main entrance.
Every one of them carried a fierce killing intent, with a cold light twinkling in their pupils, clearly the desperados of doomed fates.
Not long after, Quella Radcliffe walked out of the main entrance.
As soon as she got into the Rolls-Royce, two black vans slowly followed behind.
Throughout the journey, the vans maintained a just-right distance from the Rolls-Royce, neither easy to detect nor easy to lose.
It wasnât until both vehicles turned into an alley that one of the vans suddenly sped up and then came to a stop sideways in front of the Rolls-Royce.
Faced with the sudden situation, Quella Radcliffe instinctively slammed on the brakes!
Screech!
With the sound of tires skidding against the road surface, the Rolls-Royce stopped between the two vans.
At the same time, several foreign men got out of the vans.
Quella Radcliffe didnât need to think to know she was being kidnapped.
She was about to floor the accelerator when the window next to her shattered!
âOh! Dear beauty, my apologies for frightening you,â said one of the foreign men with a sneer as he reached into the car and opened the door from the inside.
âFrank, less talk! Get the job done quickly!â
His companion clearly wasnât pleased and rudely pulled Quella Radcliffe from the driving seat, shoving her toward the van.
âWatch out!â
Just then. the man called Frankâs punils contracted sharply. and he suddenly
ducked!
Whoosh!
Three plum blossom darts whizzed past his body and embedded into the alleyâs wall.
The wall, made of marble, shattered under the impact of the darts!
âEric, take them and go! Leave the rest to me!â
A cold light flashed in Frankâs eyes as he was completely enraged by the sneak attack.
âOkay!â
Eric struck Quella Radcliffe on the neck with his palm, knocking her out before tossing her into the van.
âDonât linger in battle!â
After giving a few instructions, he started the van, preparing to leave.
Whoosh!
Just then, two plum blossom darts shot out, piercing through the vanâs front windshield!
Like a wild beast, Eric quickly leaned back!
The darts brushed past his face, leaving two bloody streaks on Ericâs cheek.
Having discerned their opponentâs location, Frank and several foreign men charged forward!
Whoosh!
This time, dozens of plum blossom darts rained down like a torrent, piercing the two foreign men at the front!
âPaul, Anthony!â
Seeing his companions brutally killed, Ericâs eyes reddened as he drew two throwing knives from his waist.
âCome out!â
He roared, flinging his arms forward with all his might.
Clang! Clang!
With the sound of metal clashing, two women appeared in the alley.
âWho are you? Why did you kill my companions!â
Facing the two eastern women in yellow tracksuits, Frankâs gaze was icy cold.
These people had been through life and death together, as close as brothers. Yet today, two of them were forever parted from their comrades.
As the squad leader of Blood Canyon, rage filled Frankâs entire being.
âRelease the woman in the van, or you all will die!â
The woman in yellow pointed at the van where Quella Radcliffe was, her tone just as icy.
âThen bury my brothers with you!â
Frankâs expression darkened, and suddenly, a sharp knife appeared in his hand!