Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1350: Arrow

The sound of horse hooves grew closer and closer.

Below the grassy slope.

Howie Will led his men, staring tensely ahead.

In the dragon’s den and the tiger’s lair, now that we’re here, our only option is to fight a bloody path out.

"Old Three, I’ve run into some trouble in Rat Town, you..." With no other choice, Howie Will had to make a call for help.

"Big brother, I’m already bringing people to Rat Town, hold on for a while." Over the phone came Nicholas Pendleton’s anxious voice.

"Great!" Hearing this news, Howie Will was invigorated as if injected with an adrenaline boost.

"Brothers, reinforcements from our gang are almost here, let’s first kill off this son of a bitch!"

Having said that, he quickly stood up and aimed at a man and his horse, firing three shots in succession!

The loyal followers around him also rose from the grassy slope and began attacking Lyman Davenport.

The opposition, alone and on horseback, was nothing short of a provocation to them!

Insult!

But in the moment they threw their darts, Lyman Davenport leaped into the air!

His whole body completed the aim and shot in midair.

Whoosh!

Darts flew out fiercely.

The horse Lyman Davenport had been riding lay in a pool of blood.

But at the same time, several of the gang’s followers also fell.

These men had followed Howie Will for many years, each of them highly skilled.

Yet in front of Lyman Davenport, they were still painfully vulnerable.

After firing several shots, Lyman Davenport landed on the ground.

With one hand, he lifted the secret weapon box, and with a fierce throw, he hurled it forward!

Thud!

An unfortunate gang member was pierced through the body by the secret weapon box.

The powerful inertia carried the body several meters away!

"Fight!"

Lyman Davenport’s ferocious tactics directly terrified many.

Howie Will had no choice but to shout loudly, to lift the spirits!

Craaaash!

Bare-handed, Lyman Davenport descended like a celestial being, and in the blink of an eye, was upon them.

When the distance between them was less than ten meters—

Lyman Davenport’s right foot stomped fiercely on the grass!

Dust filled the sky!

Not only did it blur the line of sight, it also made the gang lose their target.

The noise from the secret weapon box was chaos.

The henchmen fired blindly into the dust cloud.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

But suddenly, a voice rang out from behind them.

This voice was like a death knell from hell!

Crack!

One of the gang had no time to turn around before his spine was shattered, and he flopped lifelessly to the ground.

Whoosh!

And then, Lyman Davenport’s fists blasted forward, directly flinging two more men into the air.

From an original group of over a dozen, now only three remained.

Howie Will, holding the secret weapon box, fixed his eyes dead on Lyman Davenport.

In front of him stood two trembling lackeys.

"Lyman Davenport?" Howie Will asked coldly.

So domineering and arrogant, only Lyman Davenport fits that description in Rat Town.

"Indeed."

Lyman Davenport pointed at Howie Will and said sideways, "Hagan Marsh’s eldest son?"

"Exactly!" Howie Will discarded the secret weapon box and drew a Mitsubishi thorn from his waist!

At such close range, he had no chance of hitting the target with a firearm.

At times like this, cold weapons are more practical.

"You guys, retreat."

Howie Will, with both hands gripping the Mitsubishi thorn, said gravely, "Go find Nicholas Pendleton!"

"Boss, we’ll die together!" Both lackeys drew out longswords, standing behind Howie Will.

They had no intention of leaving.

"If we get Nicholas Pendleton here, we might still have a chance to live! If not, we all die!" Howie Will turned his head and roared, "Go away!" freёnovelkiss.com

"Big brother, wait for us!"

Upon hearing these words, the two glanced at each other and then gritted their teeth, saying, "We’ll come back immediately after we find Third Master!"

As soon as they finished speaking, they turned and ran.

Swish!

But before they had gotten far, two paper fans tore through the air, slicing through both of their necks and falling to the ground.

Thud!

The two messengers of Nine Routes kept running, even though their heads had already rolled four or five meters away.

"Scott Davis, when I kill someone, I don’t like others to interfere," said Lyman Davenport, lifting his head slightly and frowning.

"Haha! What are you talking about, Brother Reed? We’re all working for Commander Cook, getting things done quickly is what matters!" said a scholar-like man who was strolling over from a distance.

"Heh, I heard you had a confrontation with someone this afternoon and let them swagger off?" Lyman Davenport didn’t pay any attention to Howie Will, instead, he turned to look at Scott Davis.

He was a high-ranking commander of Rat Town, well-informed.

He received the news as soon as the incident happened this afternoon.

"I’m curious, what sort of remarkable person could make you, Judge Davis, hold back from taking action?" Lyman Davenport asked with his hands clasped behind his back and a smile.

"Ghost Boss’s man," Scott Davis didn’t offer much of an explanation but walked up to Lyman Davenport and retorted, "What about you? Would you dare to make a move? As Mr. Casey, you’re not scared of Ghost Boss, right?"

"Hmph!"

Upon hearing the three words ’Ghost Boss,’ Lyman Davenport snorted lightly, and his expression changed slightly.

Even Xander Cook did not dare to become enemies with him, how could he afford to offend?

"But speaking of which, why would a friend of Ghost Boss appear in Rat Town?"

The two exchanged remarks, completely ignoring Howie Will.

"Who knows! Ghost Boss does as he pleases, I have no clue!" Scott Davis also felt aggrieved.

"Alright then, I’ll report this matter to Commander Cook later," said Lyman Davenport dismissively waving his hand and striding towards Howie Will: "What’s the order from above, kill or capture?"

"Kill!" Scott Davis responded.

"But..."

Before he could finish, Lyman Davenport suddenly lunged forward!

And at the same time, Howie Will’s triangular military thorn was thrusting towards him!

Facing this attack, Lyman Davenport twisted his body slightly and slapped his right hand onto Howie Will’s wrist!

Immediately after, he seized the military thorn and ferociously stabbed towards Howie Will’s chest!

Once, twice, thrice...

After stabbing over a dozen times, Howie Will’s body had turned into a hornet’s nest.

Despite being Hagan Marsh’s eldest son and highly skilled, he was utterly powerless in front of Lyman Davenport.

Thud!

Until his death, his eyes were filled with fear.

Clang!

Lyman Davenport discarded the Mitsubishi thorn and looked at Scott Davis: "Anything else?"

"But, he’s Hagan Marsh’s adopted son! Killing him is like a declaration of war! Inside the city, Hagan Marsh and Commander Cook are bound to fight to the death!"

Scott Davis helplessly explained.

If possible, it was better to capture such a person.

If captured, he could be used as a bargaining chip, or for extortion.

Now, killing only brought enmity and intensified the conflict.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier!" said Lyman Davenport scornfully.

But suddenly, his pores tightened sharply!

He reeled back as if sensing danger!

An arrow feather shot through the air!

Carrying the breath of death!

"Who is it!" Scott Davis swung his paper fan forward, and his face dramatically changed!

Thwack!

A Longsword pierced through the fan’s ribs and into Scott Davis’s right shoulder.

Propelling him nearly ten meters back!

Normally, even darts could easily be deflected by Scott Davis’s paper fan.

But now, an arrow feather had actually penetrated the paper fan!

"Watch out!"

For the first time, Lyman Davenport’s face became serious.

He looked up, his eyes narrowing.

A group of individuals was slowly approaching from a short distance away.

"Nine Routes!" Lyman Davenport exclaimed in surprise, "They should be hunkered down in Cow Town, how dare they come out?"

"Be careful, they have a master among them!" Scott Davis clenched his teeth, trying to pull out the arrow feather!

But as soon as he touched the pure steel arrow feather, he winced in pain!

Whoosh!

At the same time.

A second arrow was already on its way.