Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Young master, don't be fooled!"

The martial masters accompanying him hurriedly intervened.

They were not only martial masters from the hall but also Carl Percival's bodyguards.

If anything were to happen to Carl Percival, these martial masters wouldn't be able to escape blame.

For a small bet, they had no right, nor would they dare, to stop him.

But this was a gamble of life!

One life, there's only one chance!

"Get lost!" Carl Percival shoved the martial master aside, saying fiercely, "Anyone who dares to stop me today, get out!"

He felt humiliated today.

Everything had gone smoothly his whole life and now mocked by a young man.

And in front of the woman he liked.

Sometimes, when you live, you can't abandon your dignity.

Especially with his identity as the young master of Dominating Martial Arts Hall.

If Carl Percival backed down today, the whole Moon Manor would be discussing it tomorrow.

This was equal to social death.

"Kid, don't try to provoke me!" Carl Percival sneered, his eyes carrying a hint of chill. "But there's one thing, I need to check the dart."

"I set the rules." Julius Reed raised the concealed weapon box, passing it to him: "Each opens one of the boxes. You first?"

"I'll go first!" Carl Percival took the box, smiling as he glanced at the sword cultivators on the side: "Please, officers, be witnesses."

"Alright!"

The sword cultivators naturally enjoyed this scene.

They couldn't handle Julius Reed, and even had to step in to protect him.

But if Carl Percival made a move, it had nothing to do with them.

Among martial artists, life-and-death duels were common.

In such a situation, as long as the manor was informed, having a sword cultivator as a witness, made it fair and reasonable.

No one would hold the killer responsible.

After all, martial artists, were hot-tempered, never yielding to opponents.

Who was Carl Percival?

The young master of Dominating Martial Arts Hall, quite famous within the manor.

If he took out this thorn, it couldn't be more fitting.

The manor's people couldn't pick out any faults.

"You'll regret this." Carl Percival determined there was indeed a dart inside, began to spin!

Clack!

He swiftly loaded it into the revolver, aiming at his temple.

For a martial arts expert, seeing the dart's position was too easy.

Carl Percival gave his opponent a choice.

The dart was in the last position.

The last box, was a situation of certain death.

With sword cultivators as witnesses, he really wanted to see his opponent's fear and panic in the face of death.

Want to back out?

First, kneel and beg for mercy, then leave Dorian Cook here.

Otherwise, die!

Click!

Empty chamber.

"Sorry, your turn." Carl Percival tossed the box over, his eyes fixed on Julius Reed's hand.

He had to ensure the opponent was not tampering.

Click.

Julius Reed aimed at his temple, also an empty chamber.

Carl Percival took the box back, pulled the trigger.

Still empty.

The two calmly continued back and forth.

But the martial masters and sword cultivators around had their hearts in their throats.

If the box sounded, it would surely be a major event!

"Last two shots." Carl Percival weighed the box in his hand, aimed at his temple, full of confidence.

"If this box doesn't sound, I apologize then." He smiled as he pulled the trigger.

The martial masters behind Carl Percival held their breath, not daring to exhale.

Click!

Empty chamber!

"Whew..."

The martial masters exhaled a long sigh.

The sword cultivators were even more excited.

Could there be a more perfect ending than this?

A troublemaker, provoking himself, dies by the young master of Dominating Martial Arts Hall's hidden weapon box?

The recorders on their chest continuously recorded, proving this was a legitimate competition between both parties.

Life and death as fate.

No placing blame on the other party.

"Come on? Chicken?" Carl Percival stretched out his hand triumphantly, offering the box to Julius Reed, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Dorian Cook. "Sorry, I killed your sweetheart."

Dorian Cook remained silent.

She didn't know what would happen next, but she knew one thing.

Anyone opposing the West Tower never met a good end.

Sutton was an example.

"Hurry up! With the sword cultivators here, don't think of backtracking!" Carl Percival grabbed Julius Reed's hand, thrusting the box toward him.

"Open the box!"

"A bet should keep its promise!"

"Need help?"

The martial masters behind Carl Percival were very pleased.

As usual, when the young master completed something major, they all received rewards.

Now, all that was left was for this thorn in front of them to die.

"Alright."

Julius Reed weighed the box, looked at the eager eyes of those around, shook his head: "You didn't get the rule straight."

"What?" Carl Percival slightly frowned.

In roulette, wasn't it always played this way?

"My original words were, 'whoever's turn opens the box.'" Julius Reed instantly raised the box, aimed at Carl Percival: "I didn't say it had to be aimed at themselves!"

"You trick..."

Whoosh!

The box sounded.

Clink.

A shell casing fell to the ground.

In Carl Percival's forehead appeared a bloody hole.

In his eyes, there was a fear yet to fade.

Thud!

He fell backward.

Dead.

"You dared to kill our young master!"

The martial masters stood frozen briefly, then charged over in fury.

"Accept the consequences of gambling." Julius Reed pulled a dart from his pocket, loaded it into the box. "Whoever dares to kill me first, don't blame me for self-defense."

With that, he raised the box.

Whoosh!

A martial master fell directly into a pool of blood.

The others, seeing this, dared not advance.

"Master sword cultivators, you need to stand up for us!" The martial master quickly looked to the sword cultivators beside.

If this guy dared to go against sword cultivators, there was no way he could leave Moon Manor alive.

"Stand up?"

Did the sword cultivator not want Julius Reed dead?

Absolutely!

But they couldn't!

This man was bold, and even more meticulous.

He'd made it clear, the gambling agreement only stated opening the box, it didn't specify with whom.

To blame, Carl Percival was too hasty.

Didn't clarify the issue.

The recorders on their chests clearly recorded their conversation and all that happened.

To really reason out, there was no flaw to find.

Accepting the gambling terms.

"If you have any objections, you can complain to the manor owner. Today's matter was due to Carl Percival's negligence; this brother was in no way wrong." The sword cultivators passed the buck immediately.

Kicking the issue to the manor owner.

The Percival Family was wealthy, truly one of the top martial halls.

With wealth, connections, and power.

Neither side could offend the sword cultivators easily.

Especially since their companion had been with a head cleanly taken off.

Made the sword cultivators even more afraid.

How could they dare offend?

"Quick, collect the body, any issues, find the Think Tank." The sword cultivator waved: "The order we received was to ensure his safety."

Dorian Cook quietly clicked her tongue.

Goodness!

The sword cultivators so proactively, energetically protected the murderer of their colleague.

She looked at Julius Reed again, her gaze had changed.

Truly conquering with virtue.

He quickly converted his opponent.

"Make way."

Julius Reed pushed aside the sword cultivator ahead, rummaged for a while, and pulled out a copper coin from his pocket.

Tossing it onto Carl Percival.

"Burial fee. Oh right, I know the Funeral Alliance, you get a twenty percent discount. Interested?"

"Thanks a lot!"

The martial masters gritted their teeth, lifting Carl Percival's body and quickly departing.