Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"I remember you have a knife you took from Whitaker Dog."

Devlin spoke, sitting up from the bed, and said calmly, "Now, I need it."

Upon hearing this, Lucien Radcliffe immediately stepped in front of him.

Simultaneously looking at Cristiano Grey, "Take it out."

Perhaps it was being trapped underground for over twenty years without daylight, or perhaps it was his own formidable skills.

No matter who it was, Lucien Radcliffe maintained such an attitude.

"Mr. Devlin, do you worry I might betray you?" Cristiano Grey was taken aback but still took out the knife from his pocket and tossed it to Lucien Radcliffe.

"No." Devlin shook his head, pointing to the door behind Cristiano Grey, "See for yourself."

Cristiano Grey turned around.

By the doorway, he saw someone identical to himself.

The person was grinning maliciously, looking at the three people in the room.

"It's you!" Cristiano Grey was about to make a move but was stopped by Devlin.

"That's a dead man. Killed by Kyler Reed, with your face plastered on him." Devlin took the knife and lightly cut his finger.

A pitch-black scar appeared instantly.

"Uh..."

He groaned in agony, veins bulging on his face!

Pain!

A heart-wrenching pain!

The agony made him wake up, made him believe this was reality.

"I..." Devlin looked at his pale hand and smiled bitterly, "Finally, I have walked this path."

Back then, in Swimming City!

He rejected the lure of the Undead Tribe.

Yet now, he voluntarily became one of them.

"Oh heavens, you really like to joke with me." Devlin stabbed the knife into the wall and got out of bed.

Members of the Undead Tribe possess extremely strong regenerative powers; the poison on Kyler Reed's knife had almost dissipated after being flushed by the repeated cycles of the tribe's blood.

Devlin even felt stronger!

To an ordinary person, becoming a member of the Undead Tribe and possessing extremely powerful bodily functions is itself a form of strengthening.

But this power comes at a price.

"Investigate it."

Devlin stood at the door, tapping the dead face that looked like Cristiano Grey's, talking to himself, "I don't believe the Funeral Alliance would oppose me for no reason. Back then, the Holy Lord was also in the Town. But now, his whereabouts are unknown."

He gave a gentle push, and the corpse fell with a thud.

"Kyler Reed, you truly are a fly. Although you can't kill me, you can constantly disgust me." Devlin bent down, taking a note from the dead man's mouth.

"Old Devlin. From today, anyone you come into contact with could be me! Cherish your remaining time; I will personally end your life!"

Staring at the black and white words on the note, Devlin brought it to his nose and lightly sniffed, "Poisonous. But unfortunately, I've become part of the Undead Tribe now. If I catch you, I'll personally rip off your mask and see what face you, Night, truly have!"

"Uh..."

Devlin leaned against the door, clenching his fist in pain.

The Undead Tribe is very hard to kill.

But after being poisoned, the pain from the poison is doubled!

Sweat constantly dripped from his pale face.

"Kyler Reed!"

Devlin roared in anger.

...

The sun set in the west.

The glow of the sunset shone on the Caldwell Family's steps.

Inside the Dark Moon Palace.

Han Caldwell was discussing with the core members of the Caldwell Family and the leaders of the Undead Tribe.

"No information at all?"

He furrowed his brows, staring at the densely written white paper in his hand.

"We can trace the earliest information back to a station, where the West Tower killed several disciples of the Ocean Academy. Before that, there's no trace whatsoever. It's as if these two people appeared out of thin air."

Emperor Charlotte Grey leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs, "My subordinates are absolutely reliable. The only possibility is that this kid is too mysterious! He never appeared before."

"Possessing three paths, this is definitely not an ordinary person! Think about it, even those with two paths are known worldwide. Not to mention this genius, how could he have no acquaintances in over twenty years?"

Han Caldwell tapped the table with his only hand, "With three paths, family, mentor, and talent, none can be missing. Can't we trace which family this West Tower comes from? And who is his master?"

No matter how talented one is, without a strong family, they can't obtain resources.

A good teacher is a guide for the strong.

A genius with three paths is undeniably stunning.

Such a stunning person being unknown is the most peculiar thing.

"We investigated, but couldn't find anything." Emperor Charlotte Grey spread his hands slightly with a hint of helplessness, "This person seems to have crawled out from a snowy mountain; no family background, no known mentors. However... you could ask Brant Fairbanks, that old fox definitely knows more."

"Nonsense!"

Mentioning Brant Fairbanks, Han Caldwell ground his teeth in hatred, "This arm of mine was plotted against by him. Asking him is as good as guessing blindly!"

"Father, I have an idea."

Han Caldwell's fourth son, Demetrius Caldwell, stood up, somewhat proudly, "I've heard that this West Tower and Olindo Caldwell have an unusual relationship. As they say, heroes can't resist beauties; if Father lets Olindo use charm, maybe she can coax out some information."

"Fourth, what terrible idea is this!" Demetrius Caldwell stood up, pointing at him, "Why should the proud Caldwell Family resort to such a terrible plan! With so many Martial Artists in the Caldwell Family, how would you have Olindo maintain her integrity! She is an unmarried girl!"

As a father, Demetrius Caldwell had to protect his daughter no matter what.

Both her body and her reputation!

As long as he's alive.

"Brother, this is for the sake of the family's grand cause. Can't you broaden your perspective, expand your horizons! Sacrificing one Olindo Caldwell to figure out what exactly this West Tower is, no matter how you look at it, it's a gain." Demetrius Caldwell chuckled.

"Nonsense! You have a daughter too, why not use her!" If it weren't for the father sitting at the top, Demetrius Caldwell would have rushed over to beat him up!

How could anyone come up with such a terrible idea!

"Enough!"

Han Caldwell pondered for a moment, glancing at Demetrius Caldwell, "My son, as per the original agreement, Olindo Caldwell was also to marry West Tower. Plus, I see Olindo herself quite likes West Tower. During the last fireworks incident, they openly went on a date. On the path, they even kissed publicly. This matter will go as Demetrius suggested."

"Father!"

Demetrius Caldwell's voice carried a plea.

"No more words! If she truly feared losing face, Olindo wouldn't act like this! Demetrius Caldwell, go handle it now! Before nightfall, give me a result." Han Caldwell ordered with an unquestionable tone, "After dark, I will assess whether to ruin this West Tower's reputation!"

"Dismissed!"

With that, Han Caldwell strode out.