Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1387: Inspector

"This isn’t coffee, this is cola!" Julius Reed pointed at the cup, somewhat displeased, "I said, what kind of coffee shop is this, deceiving customers? Call your boss out here!"

Bang!

After speaking, Julius Reed heavily tapped on the table.

This action startled many customers, but they all just glanced over and then busied themselves with their own matters.

This is how it is in Swimming City.

As long as trouble doesn’t come knocking, very few people go looking for it.

After all, who would come here with a simple identity?

"Sir, are you joking?" The waiter was taken aback at first, but quickly explained with a smile: "This is clearly coffee, how can you say..."

Slap!

Before he could finish, Julius Reed struck him with a slap!

A fresh red handprint immediately appeared on the waiter’s pale face.

"You..."

Being slapped out of the blue, anyone would get angry.

"Kid, you should inquire about me in Swimming City. It’s very easy for me, Julius Reed, to end you," Julius Reed crossed his legs and pointed to his veiled face, "Disagree?"

"I wouldn’t dare." The waiter covered his face, the other hand clenching into a fist tightly.

Not having a clue about the other party’s identity, he didn’t dare to make a move rashly.

Seeing the other party’s attitude, it might even be a spoiled scion.

"Benefactor, you’re mistaken, this indeed is coffee, not..."

"Shut up!"

The expression in Julius Reed’s eyes changed, immediately scaring Adrian into silence.

But in his heart, he still disapproved of this kind of bullying.

Even though Julius Reed had saved his life.

The Tiger Mountain Alliance has always been honest and straightforward.

So, Adrian turned around.

"Sir, look, even your companion says..."

"You still won’t admit it?" Julius Reed went on a tirade of angry scolding, causing the waiter in front of him to dare not speak.

This waiter was a person sent by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, aiming to assassinate Adrian and Julius Reed.

But from the previous conversation, the waiter was also taken aback.

He was not from Swimming City, unaware of the rules of Swimming City, and did not recognize the big shots of Swimming City.

And furthermore.

In the current Swimming City, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is not willing to offend.

Although it has unified internally and eliminated dissenters, the current strength of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is still very weak compared to four years ago. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Offending Swimming City is a scenario the internal members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance do not wish to see.

"Sir, if you think it’s cola, then I’ll replace it with another glass for you," the waiter thought it over and finally decided to temporarily swallow his anger.

After getting rid of Adrian, they would investigate the man’s identity, and then decide whether to get rid of him too!

"No need!"

Julius Reed grabbed the waiter by the head, pried his mouth open: "Pouring it away would be such a waste, better you drink it yourself."

Having said that, he took the cup with his other hand and poured all the coffee into the man’s mouth!

"Hey, benefactor, let’s just leave it at that! Everyone here cannot allow..." Adrian had just tried to intercede when the waiter suddenly fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"The coffee was poisoned." Julius Reed wiped his hands nonchalantly and glanced at Adrian, "Otherwise, you take a sip and see if you’d die?"

"This..."

Adrian was shocked.

Poisoned?

The coffee was poisoned?

He had almost drunk it just now!

Thinking about how Julius Reed had stopped him from drinking it, Adrian slapped his forehead and said with some guilt, "I misunderstood you! Since someone has poisoned it, you should get going! Adrian’s life is not worthy enough to drag you down further!"

After speaking, he picked up the curved knife next to the chair, vigilantly surveying his surroundings.

The sudden death of the waiter attracted the attention of many people.

"What happened? Murder in a coffee shop?"

"Kid, don’t go too far! I know the coffee shop’s Boss Leopold, you can’t just walk away from this!"

Bang!

Julius Reed slammed the table, stood up with another cup of coffee in hand, and walked toward the crowd.

"There’s poison in this. He poisoned it; I killed him. What’s wrong with that? Doesn’t it sound right?"

"You’re talking nonsense!" Someone stood up, speaking in an unfriendly tone: "The coffee here is clean, and you’ve killed a man. You must compensate! This waiter is worth fifty Swimming City Currency. Pay up!"

"Boss Leopold, you’re really something," a man muttered under his breath: "This waiter could be bought for ten Swimming City Currency, yet you’re demanding fifty!"

"So you’re the coffee shop owner." Julius Reed said with a faint smile: "Fine. This cup of coffee was delivered by him. I never touched it. If you dare to drink it, not to say fifty Swimming City Currency, I’ll pay you five hundred! But if it’s poisoned, excuse me for not bothering with you."

After speaking, he took a sip.

Everyone’s eyes widened, waiting to see what would happen.

However, after half a minute, Julius Reed was as if nothing happened.

Where was the poisoning?

"Alright! I’ll drink!" Boss Leopold stood up, snatched the coffee from Julius Reed’s hand after making sure the other party had indeed taken a big sip, then struck his chest saying: "Everyone here, be my witness! If this kid doesn’t acknowledge the debt later, we can take our grievance to the City Lord’s Mansion!"

"Agreed! We all bear witness!"

"Drink up, Boss Leopold!"

Inside the coffee shop, many people were urging him further.

That’s how it was in Swimming City, where people always looked for things to do when there was nothing on.

For the wealthy, it was all about seeking amusement.

But regular waiters, just like the ancient slaves, were bought by these bosses.

They could only stay in the shops, work for the bosses, without any freedom.

And such rules were also recognized by Swimming City.

Swimming City is the city of sin, a paradise for those with a death wish.

But there’s a condition: that you are a wealthy person.

Adrian came here years ago, spent a huge amount of wealth, and founded the Unbeatable Divine Hall.

Even living anonymously, he enjoyed life, carefree and happy.

Yet many other masters who came here ended up as slaves, guarding and attending to the wealthy’s homes.

Now that someone was causing trouble with the coffee shop owner, naturally, everyone happily watched the show.

"I’ve drunk it! Bottoms up as a sign of respect!" Boss Leopold laughed triumphantly, pointing at Julius Reed: "Prepare your five hundred Swimming City Currency!"

Having said that, he downed the drink.

"Haha, how about that, you see I—" before he could finish his sentence, Boss Leopold’s eyes bulged, and foam spilled from his mouth.

He bit the dust right there.

"Wow! A shady shop!"

"Damn! Is there poison in my coffee too?"

"Let’s get out of here quick!"

The coffee shop owner was poisoned to death by his own coffee, and the patrons instantly scattered.

Wealthy people cherish their lives immensely.

Not even a minute passed.

The bustling coffee shop was now left with only Julius Reed and Adrian, aside from the two corpses.

And outside the coffee shop!

After seeing that there was no one inside, the assassins swiftly charged in!

"Adrian, you just don’t get it!" The one leading was a skinny man, wearing sunglasses, holding a curved blade in his hand.

Julius Reed recognized this man. He used to clean the toilets at the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Alex by name.

Now, however, he seemed to be doing quite well for himself.

"The hell with you! I’m fighting you to the end!" Adrian, holding a curved blade, just stood up but immediately grimaced in pain.

"You too!"

Alex took off his sunglasses and looked at Julius Reed, letting out a cold snort: "Come with us! I heard you killed one of our brothers?"

"May I ask who you are, if you don’t mind?" Julius Reed was curious. How had this Alex become so impressive all of a sudden!

"Me? My name hasn’t changed, nor my seat; I am the Superintendent of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Master Alex!" Alex was full of pride!

Mentioning the title of Superintendent, he held his head high.

Under a supervisor, there were the errand boys, called superintendents.

"Oh? What can you supervise? Whether or not there’s crap on the toilet seat?" No sooner had Julius Reed finished speaking, Alex’s eyes widened, and his hand holding the knife trembled.