Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1330: I Lost

Swordsman’s death didn’t cause any sensation.

People glanced at the body then someone stepped forward, frisking the swordsman’s corpse.

Finally, with no choice but to shake their head in resignation, admitting their bad luck.

There was nothing on the body.

Except—

A rusty sword.

"Pauper!"

In the end, that person kicked the swordsman’s corpse, cursing as they left.

The rest were utterly indifferent.

As if seeing someone being beaten to death in public was nothing out of the ordinary.

Lillian Tompson, who stood nearby, was breathing somewhat heavily.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt shocked.

Recalling the words Julius Reed had impressed upon her, Lillian Tompson obediently closed her mouth and stood behind the Holy Master, not daring to move.

There were many people around, possibly hundreds.

If things really got out of hand, she felt slightly overwhelmed.

"Young lady, do you think what I did was right?"

Whatever you feared, would come to pass.

The old crone wiped the fresh blood from her cane and turned around to look at Lillian Tompson, asking with a mischievous grin, "You seem a bit scared."

This grin revealed two yellow teeth.

Yes, only two nearly falling out yellow teeth.

Lillian Tompson tensed up and instinctively stepped back.

And those indifferent passersby all turned their heads, looking over here.

"It’s natural to feel afraid on your first visit." Julius Reed moved lightly on his feet, positioning himself in front of Lillian Tompson.

He faced the old woman who had struck out just now and said sternly, "Scram! Don’t bite the hand that feeds you!"

No sooner had he spoken.

Whoosh!

Those ugly and strange-looking people quickly surrounded them.

All other unrelated bystanders consciously stepped back several paces.

"Young man, you’re so young, why do you insist on seeking death?" The old crone wasn’t angry; in fact, there was even a hint of joy on her face.

"It’s been a long time since anyone has dared to speak to me like that."

She licked her dry lips and coughed lightly.

"Holy Master, we..." Lillian Tompson clutched Julius Reed’s clothes nervously, pondering whether or not to make a move.

Just as her hand touched the handle of the knife at her side.

Julius Reed bent down and picked up a pebble.

He weighed it in his hand, tossing it back and forth.

"Young man, don’t you understand the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young?" The old crone slowly raised her cane, still wearing a creepy smile.

"Weren’t you just called ’grandma’ by that swordsman before he was killed?" Julius Reed casually played with the pebble, without a hint of tension or fear. "Do you want me to follow in his footsteps?"

"That swordsman, he touched my body." The old crone snorted: "Even if he just touched my shoulder with his sword, he deserved to die!"

"Is that so? But now, your two front teeth are kind of disgusting to me!"

Swish!

As Julius Reed spoke, he suddenly grasped the pebble tightly in his right hand, then flicked it outwards!

Crack!

The old crone greeted him with a smile, just as the pebble, unerringly, hit her two front teeth!

"Uh..."

The originally frail old crone stumbled back several steps, then covered her mouth with her hand.

"Ptooey!"

She spat once.

Blood smeared her palm.

And those two teeth had shattered, lying in the center of her palm.

"Attack!"

Those bizarre people were just about to make a move, but were stopped by the old crone’s outstretched cane. "No!"

"Grandma, he..."

Crack!

Just as a grotesque person began to ask, the previously benign old crone swung her cane!

That person collapsed on the ground, dead.

"Young man, this debt, I’ve taken note." Unconcerned about the gazes of those around her, the old crone looked directly at Julius Reed, while opening her palm to reveal the broken teeth: "If by chance you manage to survive, let’s meet in Swimming City!"

After speaking, she quickly left with her subordinates.

Swimming City is vast, and beyond its walls, even vaster!

The buildings outside the city alone are already six times the size of the entire Five-river Province.

Because it’s by the sea, Swimming City sees a daily flow of large numbers of people.

Many among them are vicious Shadow Warriors, and there are also various secret agents from all over.

It can be said that Swimming City is the most complex city in the world.

"They, why did they leave?" Lillian Tompson released her grip, and the short blade slid back into her boot.

"You knocked out that old woman’s teeth, and she actually didn’t get angry?"

This was what was truly bizarre.

Clearly, the other party had the numerical advantage, and having lost face in public, having her remaining two teeth knocked out.

But after executing her own subordinate with her cane, the old woman skulked away with her people.

This completely defied common sense.

"You think, she lost face, right?" Julius Reed straightened his clothes, looking at Lillian Tompson: "In Swimming City, no one cares about face. Life is what’s most important. Only by staying alive, will others remember you."

He turned around and pointed at a group of people wearing straw raincoats less than fifty meters away from them, saying with a smile: "The old lady isn’t afraid of us, she’s afraid of them!"

Seemingly aware of Julius Reed’s gaze, the straw-clothed people quickly ran over and dispersed the crowd.

"That’s him!"

A blonde man pointed at Julius Reed: "I saw with my own eyes, he killed four officials with a single sword."

"Good, your task is complete!"

The lead man in the straw cloak waved his hand with his conical hat.

As soon as the blonde man turned around, he pulled out a box of hidden weapons from his waist and without looking, he triggered the mechanism!

Whoosh!

The immense power of the shotgun blast sent the blonde man, who had just identified Julius Reed, flying several meters away.

The blonde man lay on the ground, his body convulsively twitching before he died.

The people around quickly dispersed, seemingly afraid of attracting bad luck.

The law of the survival of the fittest is the truth everywhere.

Crash!

The lead man lifted the shotgun hidden weapon box and aimed it at Julius Reed, saying coldly: "Who gave you the guts to kill my Nine-Route brothers?"

They were men from the Nine-Route gang.

Hearing of their comrade’s death, they came with people to seek revenge.

And it was precisely because she saw the Nine-Route people coming that the old lady led her subordinates to retreat.

At this time, she was squatting in a nearby grove, watching this scene by the city gate.

"Gran, looks like this fellow has provoked the Nine-Route, eh?" a Cyclops inquired.

"Heh, if it weren’t for those bastard Nine-Route people coming over, I would have certainly smashed this young man’s head in and drank his brain juice!" The old woman’s face was somber, continuously spitting bloody saliva onto the ground.

Having lost two teeth made her speech comically slurred.

But no one dared to laugh.

To laugh, is to die.

"However, this young man’s probably at the end of his lifespan. Those Nine-Route bastards do things much crueler than us!"

Regret showed in her eyes.

Those damn Nine-Route!

Always spoiling things!

Yet down below, Julius Reed did not show the slightest hint of fear.

This composure actually surprised the people from Nine-Route.

Ordinary people pointed at by a hidden weapon box would already be frightened out of their wits.

"Do you know who we are?"

The lead man used one hand to point the hidden weapon box at Julius Reed, and with his other hand, he pointed to his chest: "Swimming City, Nine-Route, men of Commander Marsh!"

"I know."

Julius Reed nodded with a smile, pointing to the docks: "Those few who just died said the same thing."

"Heh, what bravado!"

The man’s tone suddenly became stern.

"Forgot to tell you something." Julius Reed lifted his head, looking at the man in front of him: "I don’t like being pointed at with a hidden weapon box. And also, I bet you, there are no darts in that hidden weapon box of yours."

"Ha ha, that’s really laugh..."

Before the man could finish laughing, Julius Reed’s right hand shot out fiercely!

Crash!

In a flash, the shotgun hidden weapon box was already in his grasp!

Whoosh!

Before the man could react, Julius Reed activated the mechanism!

In front of him, there was nothing left but a headless corpse.

Thump!

The corpse fell to the ground.

"Sorry, I lose." Julius Reed tossed the shotgun hidden weapon box onto the body: "You win, there were darts inside."