Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Are you trying to get yourself killed by being so arrogant toward our Dominating Martial Arts Hall?"

A martial master, eager to prove himself, stepped forward and grabbed the man in the hemp clothing by the collar with his right hand!

"Good, very good." The man in the hemp clothing was not panicked at all; instead, he said with excitement, "Mr. Percival, it seems you have some misunderstandings about our Funeral Alliance."

"Misunderstand your ass!" The martial master cursed angrily and lifted the man in the hemp clothing high.

Darrell Percival had lost his son and was furious. Now with this clueless person causing trouble, the martial master wouldn't miss such an opportunity.

A good performance could surely replace the deceased sixth son of the Yorktown Family and become the deputy chief instructor.

"Stop!" Darrell Percival shouted angrily.

The higher one's status, the more things they come into contact with, and their vision becomes broader.

Initially, in Darrell Percival's eyes, he also thought the Funeral Alliance was just an organization that performed funeral services.

But when someone died at the Manor Owner's estate and the Funeral Alliance came to collect money, Darrell Percival coincidentally saw the Manor Owner's gentle attitude because he attended the funeral.

Even the Manor Owner was like that. As the owner of a martial arts hall, it seemed he didn't have the capability to offend this mysterious organization.

Might as well just pay the money.

What bad luck.

The most urgent matter now was revenge.

Not to provoke another group and give himself more trouble.

"Boss Percival, this guy is disrespectful; I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

Having said that, the martial master swung a fierce punch!

Bang!

The man in the hemp clothing was hit, his nostrils bleeding, and it looked like his nasal bone might be broken.

Yet such pain did not make the man scream; instead, it made him excited!

"Good! Good! Good!" The man in the hemp clothing repeated, touching the blood on his nose with his hand.

His eyes were filled with excitement.

"Boss Percival, tonight I'll deliver eighteen coffins. As for who goes inside these coffins, I don't care," the man in the hemp clothing looked at the perpetrator close at hand, "but the first coffin must contain him. And I want him alive."

"Then I'll kill you first!" The martial master was about to punch again but was fiercely held back by Darrell Percival: "Stop messing around! Let him go."

In truth, he didn't believe how strong the Funeral Alliance could be.

After all, Moon Manor was not like other places; it was an independent city-state.

One would think the Funeral Alliance wouldn't dare act recklessly.

If you respect me a foot, I'll respect you ten feet!

If you bully me too much, don't blame me for being ruthless.

"You and I do not interfere with each other. Today, my son unfortunately died young. I won't hold it against you. See yourself out!" Darrell Percival turned around and ignored the man in the hemp clothing.

Sometimes, if one doesn't appreciate kindness, don't blame him for being impolite.

The Dominating Martial Arts Hall had many experts and was one of the top existences in Moon Manor.

Darrell Percival initially wanted to avoid further trouble, but facing the aggressive Funeral Alliance, he was getting angry too.

What can you do to me?

"Remember my words, tonight at the third watch." The man in the hemp clothing used his blood-covered hand and extended three fingers with a creepy smile in his eyes, "At the third watch, I'll come for the corpse."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Spat!

The martial master spat toward his back.

"Son of a bitch, dares to threaten me!"

His words were filled with disdain.

"The ability to talk big, I gave him a punch, what else can he do besides threaten?"

The martial master was smug and satisfied.

No doubt, today was a big merit.

"You all stay here and keep watch, I'll head to the Manor Owner's estate." Looking at the corpse on the ground, Darrell Percival was overwhelmed with grief.

"Son, your father will definitely make his whole family accompany you in burial!"

...

"The Manor Owner is busy with affairs and temporarily unavailable. If you have nothing to do, take a look around Moon Manor. With us here, we'll ensure you won't be in danger."

The sword cultivators stood in front of Julius Reed with some difficulty: "Brother, we're just working for someone else. Many times it's beyond our control. Please don't make it difficult for us..."

"Yeah, if we let you in, the Manor Owner will definitely punish us. It's tough making a living these days; we're just doing our job for the Manor Owner. Give us a break..."

The sword cultivators, who were previously high and mighty, were now all negotiating humbly.

Who's willing to risk their life?

After all, even the Think Tank had softened; there's no shame for them.

Walking safely all the way, not offending this plague god, keeping their lives intact is the key.

"Later, I have to make a good suggestion." Julius Reed pointed at the manor behind the sword cultivators, very dissatisfied. "The Manor Owner places himself too high. How can he ignore the Mortal World!"

"You are right, we'll relay your message to the Manor Owner later." The sword cultivators blocked Julius Reed, preventing this troublemaker from causing chaos in the Manor Owner's estate.

At that moment, Darrell Percival arrived quickly to the Manor Owner's estate with a white cloth on his shoulder.

"Boss Percival." The sword cultivators nodded slightly.

The relationship between Darrell Percival and the Manor Owner was good, speaking plainly, it was because the money was well-given, allowing free entry and exit from the Manor Owner's estate.

The sword cultivators needed to show some respect.

"Is the Manor Owner in?" Darrell Percival's face was gloomy, rage in his heart.

"Yes."

The sword cultivators nodded and made way.

"My condolences!"

Julius Reed looked at the white cloth on Darrell Percival's shoulder, knowing someone had died.

But he didn't know the deceased was Carl Percival.

"Thank you." Darrell Percival nodded slightly to him and strode in.

In the rush of events, he hadn't even seen the face of the murderer.

But someone in Moon Manor certainly won't escape.

The backyard of the manor.

An older man was playing chess with the Think Tank.

He was the owner of the manor, Levin Lake.

"Manor Owner, I estimate that Darrell Percival will also be here soon." The Think Tank sat in a chair, chess piece in hand but undecided.

"If that young man is truly as divine as you say, I really must see him. By the way, investigate his background." Levin Lake looked at the Think Tank, urging: "Make your move."

"If I make the move, I lose." The Think Tank chuckled, looking at the middle-aged man behind Levin Lake: "Master Tennyson, you tell me how to play this game?"

"The Think Tank has only two options when making his move." The man pointed to the upper right corner of the chessboard, "Here, the City Lord loses. Here, the Think Tank loses. The outcome is in your hands."

"Oh?" With these words, Levin Lake suddenly understood and pointed at the Think Tank, "You're letting me win!"

"That's enough, that's enough." The Think Tank chuckled and tossed his chess piece onto the board.

Admitting defeat.

Winning is just a moment's pleasure.

Losing allows for more gains in the future.

"Brother of the sword, you've come seeking a sword this time, is it for revenge?" Levin Lake turned and looked at the man, "For your brother's revenge?"

"Indeed!" Wilton Tennyson's eyes carried a cold glint, "That person humiliated our Sword Sect too deeply! My brothers and father died completely on Boulevard Mountain. If I don't avenge this, how can our Sword Sect show our face?"

"Good! Since it's for avenging your brother, considering my long-time friendship with Franco Tennyson, I will grant you a Divine Weapon! A famous sword: The Flower Piercer."

"Thank you, Manor Owner! Once I successfully take my revenge, the Sword Sect will surely remember this kindness!" Wilton Tennyson clasped his fists with both hands, the hate in his eyes even deeper!

"The Flower Piercer is an indestructible weapon, and there are almost no weapons in the world that can match it. This sword was passed down by our ancestors and should not be lent out. But the Sword Sect asking, I will definitely help!"

As soon as Levin Lake finished, he saw Darrell Percival hurrying to the end of the pavilion.