Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"You..." The secretary was at a loss for words.

Trenton Smith was a master; in his anger, he instinctively unleashed his aura!

The secretary was just an ordinary person, left speechless and powerless.

Trenton Smith strode over and snatched the paper away!

Upon seeing the words on it, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply!

'No one survived!'

"Who! Who did this!"

Trenton Smith's teeth ground together fiercely!

He had only one daughter, sent abroad to gain experience with Fahad Abernathy!

Who would have expected this to be the outcome?

"Speak!"

He gripped the secretary's neck with one hand, leaving him unable to breathe.

"Enough!"

Bam!

The door was pushed open.

An older man in a traditional Chinese robe gave a light shout, "Do you really intend to kill your own secretary in front of outsiders?!"

After speaking, he glanced at Shadow Kims.

"Since the Martial Arts Association doesn't trust me, I'll take my leave." Shadow Kims, dressed in a black and red robe with a hat, stood up and left.

Rebuked, Trenton Smith released his hold.

The secretary, life saved, nearly forgot to breathe again.

"My friend, take this." Whitaker Dog handed Trenton Smith a business card. "Congratulations, someone died in your family. Our Funeral Alliance offers all-inclusive services, from weeping to cremation! Let me tell you, our latest cremation furnace can roast a body to a crispy exterior and tender inside... Hehe, for someone of your status, I recommend the emperor package, with a 20% discount!"

"I'll kill you!" Trenton Smith slapped the card away, directly striking at Whitaker Dog!

Bam!

Shadow Kims shrugged his shoulder forward, repelling Trenton Smith. "Whitaker Dog, we may deal in dead bodies, but this isn't the occasion to discuss such matters."

"Will he not bury his daughter?" Whitaker Dog showed no fear and instead spoke seriously to Trenton Smith. "Sir, think about it; your daughter is deceased and surely needs a funeral. Since you're bound to hold a funeral anyway, why not choose our professional service?"

In an instant.

Trenton Smith found Whitaker Dog's words quite reasonable, yet something felt off.

"We'll discuss this another time." The older man coughed, looking at Trenton Smith. "Come to my office. I have something important to discuss, related to your daughter's death."

After speaking, he turned to Shadow Kims. "I apologize for Trenton Smith's earlier behavior. Can we have this meeting together?"

The profiles of the two before him had been thoroughly reviewed by the old man, yet he found them unreliable.

But the recent events were beyond belief.

It was the first time he felt so turned upside down!

"I have no objections. It's just that..." Shadow Kims lowered his voice. "We must take the lead now."

"Didn't you just advocate for equality..." Trenton Smith, having lost his daughter, was in a foul mood!

Now, with them clearly pulling the rug out from under him, how could he endure it?

"I'm sorry, but my prediction came true." Shadow Kims swiftly changed his stance, his voice unbelievably calm. "If you disagree, then I'll be taking my leave."

"Alright! I agree." The old man placed a hand on Trenton Smith's shoulder, speaking earnestly, "Go back and take care of your daughter's affairs."

...

Thousands of miles away.

On an ordinary, towering mountain wrapped in mist!

Julius Reed lay on Hiddy's lap, with Lillian Tompson kneeling before him, massaging his legs.

"Any news of Isabella Warm?"

Julius Reed asked indistinctly, having just received a grape from Hiddy.

"Isabella Warm is with the Emperor's Tutor; we don't know where she's gone for now." Lillian Tompson's expression was complicated, as she found herself back to a time many years past.

But now, she could serve the Lord wholeheartedly.

No longer worried about those grand national responsibilities.

"The Ghost Martial Tribe has vanished." Julius Reed hesitated for a moment but decided to inform Lillian Tompson. "After Pruitt Wilde's resurrection, something happened to wipe out the Ghost Martial Tribe."

"Oh." Lillian Tompson's tone was dejected, but not overly mournful.

She had done all she could.

The feeling of abandonment was hard to shake off.

"My Lord, here's the water you requested."

At this moment, Davion, the former sorcerer of the Ghost Martial Tribe, brought a cup of water to Julius Reed, also kneeling.

Now, his position was that of the chief steward in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

He was in charge of all the maids, except for the Lord's personal attendants.

And the only eunuch in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

"Following the Emperor's Tutor is a great opportunity for Isabella Warm. If handled well, she could become a renowned figure one day." Julius Reed closed his eyes and said softly, "I'm a bit tired now. You may leave."

"Yes." Lillian Tompson stood up, and she and Davion retreated backward, leaving the room.

In the room, only two people remained.

"You're not tired." Hiddy pressed her face against Julius Reed's, exuding maximum allure.

"I am really tired." Julius Reed helplessly, though not without a hint of fear, answered.

"Then just lie down and don't move."

Whoosh!

Hiddy threw off her gown and straddled Julius Reed.

After a minute.

Hiddy wore a resentful expression. "It seems. You are truly exhausted."

After speaking, she got up and left.

At the door, she didn't forget to remind him, "Rest well."

After Hiddy left.

Julius Reed quickly got up, picked up the phone, and called Aron Jackson.

He finally managed to brush off Hiddy.

"Bro, all's well here. With Hawthorne around, the ladies are safe," Aron Jackson said in his typical boisterous manner.

"Demarco Mount ran into trouble. I'm stuck here for a while and can't leave. Make sure Gonzalez City remains safe; once I deal with things here, I'll personally come over."

With that, Julius Reed hung up the phone.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, allowing his consciousness to expand.

Though he had killed many traitors and those involved in the rebellion, Demarco Mount had changed immensely during his four-year absence.

The moment Julius Reed entered, he felt his power being suppressed!

A frightening suppression!

It felt like someone had set up a massive array in Demarco Mount, targeting him specifically!

Julius Reed never mentioned this to anyone.

The Wolf Cavalry returned to the stronghold, ensuring absolute security on the periphery.

As for the inside, it was up to Julius Reed to handle alone.

His consciousness expanded.

It began to stretch further away.

But suddenly!

As if some force invisibly tore at it!

Julius Reed withdrew his consciousness, hopping off the bed, pushing open a pure gold window studded with diamonds.

The sky outside was a murky gray.

Ever since he returned to Demarco Mount, things had been changing.

Outside the window, someone approached.

It was Mr. River, responsible for cleaning the toilets.

"You felt it too?" Julius Reed inquired.

"Indeed." Mr. River, carrying a broom, leisurely approached the window and said with a smile, "A grand spectacle."

"It truly is a grand spectacle. Who would've thought that after the temple appeared, Demarco Mount would be targeted so quickly?" Julius Reed stared at the sky, his mind racing.

"If I'm not mistaken, it might be the work of those from the Dusty Platform. It's no exaggeration to say this could be the greatest array in the world. My Lord, your influence. It's truly immense." Mr. River chuckled, pointing to a distant peak. "The array's eye seems to be there."

Julius Reed followed the direction Mr. River pointed.

In the vague distance, there seemed to be a silhouette.

It looked like a...

Tiger?