Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1336: Show

"Kid, you’re lucky! Our young lord is in a good mood today, sparing your dog’s life!"

The elder in white squeezed his creaking fists, took a step forward, but then, with a nasty grin, retracted it.

"If it got out that Shane Hamilton bullied you two juniors, where would I put my face?" The elder waved his hand, and two gaunt men stepped forward from behind him.

"My disciples, help your master teach this blind fool a lesson!"

"Watch closely, Master!" The two men, ugly-faced, standing at about one meter and eighty centimeters tall, looked to weigh only about ninety kilograms.

They rubbed their hands together eagerly, seemingly eager to put on a good show.

Inside the black limousine, the self-proclaimed young lord took a cigar from his chest, while the elder in white immediately turned around and bent over to pull out a lighter.

"Be quick about it, today this lord has a date with Miss Lotus. If you take too long, it shows lack of consideration on this lord’s part."

The young man put his sunglasses back on and leisurely took a puff of his cigar.

"Attack!"

At the elder’s command, the two gaunt men charged forward like starving wolves, one from the left and one from the right!

Swoosh!

Julius Reed drew his steel blade from his waist, his figure darting out like a ghost!

And then, back into its sheath.

Thud!

The two men fell straight down onto the ground, blood gushing from their throats.

"Protect the young lord!"

The elder’s heart sank, his face turning instantly dark.

Trouble is coming!

Although his two disciples were as good as mud walls for support, their skills far exceeded those of ordinary people.

Even in Seventh Route, they could at least tie with anyone below the rank of Centurion.

If they joined forces, they might even take down a Chiliarch.

Yet against the two thugs from the Ninth Route, they didn’t even get a chance to fight back before they turned into corpses.

He’s no ordinary opponent!

"Scram!"

The white-clothed guards had just positioned themselves in front of the young lord when a furious curse came from inside the car.

"You’re blocking my view of the show!"

Inside the car.

The young lord, with a cigar in his mouth, watched Julius Reed with an indifferent look: "Mr. Shane, this guy’s interesting. Don’t kill him; catch him and send him to my beast-fighting arena tonight. I want to see if he can take on the big elephant I’ve raised!"

"You jest, young lord. Although this commoner has some skills, once he goes in, he’s probably going to get stomped into a pulp by your ’Savage Elephant’."

The elder in white spoke with a jesting smile.

The Savage Elephant, a creature raised by the commander of the Seventh Route’s young lord.

Fierce in temper and impressive in combat power.

The undisputed champion of the real animal fighting arena!

Not to mention tigers and lions, even some martial experts thrown in have been trampled into pulp without exception.

But the elder’s advice was more to avenge his disciples.

"Come here!" Inside the car, the young lord in the white suit gestured to the elder.

"Young lord...ssss..."

Before the elder’s smile could fade, the young lord’s cigar was already being pressed fiercely against his face.

"When I tell you to do something, do you dare argue with me?" After speaking, the young lord frowned, flicked away the cigar, and nonchalantly patted the elder’s face: "Mr. Shane, do as I say."

"Understood! Understood!" Shane Hamilton turned around, his obsequious smile instantly gone, replaced with rage!

"Did you hear the young lord? Tonight, you will be the Savage Elephant’s supper!" After saying that, he took a deep breath, and his body began to swell!

His height of one meter sixty abruptly shot up to two meters thirty!

Crack!

The elder’s clothes began to tear apart, revealing his bronze skin underneath.

This was Shane Hamilton’s signature move, rarely used in ordinary circumstances.

His temper flared today, so he revealed his skills.

Moreover, he feared an unforeseen mishap.

"Ha!"

Boom!

Shane Hamilton stomped down fiercely, causing the ground itself to tremble!

"Well done, Mr. Shane!"

The lackeys from Seventh Route started to cheer.

"Child’s play!" Despite his nonchalance, the smile on Shane Hamilton’s face proved he was quite enjoying the flattery.

Who doesn’t like being praised for being formidable?

Boom!

Another stomp!

Shane Hamilton became even more vigorous in his display!

"Good!"

The crowd began to cheer.

"With one punch, I have the strength of a thousand pounds!" After saying that, he took another deep breath!

His body size increased by another three parts!

"Why don’t you just give up!" He, looking down from above, pointed at Julius Reed: "If I make a move, you’ll end up either dead or crippled!"

However.

Julius Reed remained silent.

Just quietly watching Shane Hamilton show off.

These kinds of tricks, he had seen far too many.

Back in The North Sea, someone had risen ten meters in the air, wielding an iron rod weighing a thousand pounds!

And wasn’t he trampled into mud from the sky?

"Scared stupid?" Seeing Julius Reed not reacting, the old man’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he said in a heavy tone, "Young Master, I shall make my move to deal with this stubborn fool! You watch carefully!"

"I’m looking!" The young man in the white suit took off his sunglasses once again, his face full of excitement.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, Shane Hamilton took one step to get in front of Julius Reed!

Nearly three meters tall, he looked like a small tree!

Eclipsing the sun!

"Eat this old man’s..."

Whiz!

Before he could finish his sentence, Julius Reed let out a flying kick!

Directly hitting his chest!

"Get lost!"

Boom!

The three-meter-tall Shane Hamilton smashed into the black sedan like a heavy bomb!

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The car flipped instantly, flying seven or eight meters away, the alarm blaring crazily.

The entire car was almost broken in half, the front and rear severely deformed.

Shane Hamilton, on the other hand, returned to his original size and lay on the ground, breathing more out than in.

"Quickly, go save the Young Master!" The people from the Seventh Route were initially stunned in place, then quickly came to their senses and ran toward the sedan.

It took a group of people all their strength to pull the young man out of the car.

At this point, the young man was in a sorry state, his forehead sporting a wound an inch long, with blood continuously flowing, dripping onto his already somewhat tattered suit.

"Young Master..."

Slap!

The young man lashed out with a slap, panting heavily, and said, "A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

After speaking, he snatched a box of hidden weapons and aimed at Shane Hamilton on the ground, who was not yet dead, and started shooting.

"Damn, you really have the gall of a bear and a leopard!"

Having killed Shane Hamilton, the young man seemed not to be satisfied and turned the hidden weapon box towards Julius Reed: "You bastard from the Ninth Route, dare to mess with me!"

Not just him, those lackeys from the Seventh Route all aimed their hidden weapon boxes at the two people under the Rat Town sign.

"Turn them into a beehive!"

The young man painfully wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and his white suit instantly stained with fresh blood.

"Ptui!"

He spit blood on the ground.

Luckily the car was of good quality, and the point of impact from Shane Hamilton was at the front.

Otherwise, he would have been done for.

"Hold on." Julius Reed suddenly spoke up and took off the Jade Pendant from his waist: "Do you recognize this?"

"Hm?"

The young man squinted his eyes, asking suspiciously, "Jade with nine patterns?"

"Correct!" Julius Reed spoke indifferently: "Since you recognize this jade, you must also know my identity."

"No wonder!" The young man sneered: "So you’re the adopted son of Hagan Marsh, I was wondering what gave you the guts to walk around Rat Town’s streets as if you owned the place."

Saying this, his tone suddenly shifted: "But even if you are the adopted son of Hagan Marsh, having put me in this state, you still have to die!"

"Kill them for me!"

In the end.

The young man, shakily, took out a cigar from his chest pocket and put it in his mouth.

Then, he spat it out on the ground.

He had tobacco but no fire.

The fire was on Shane Hamilton.