Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1388: An Old Friend Comes to Visit

There was a time when Alex took great pride in scrubbing toilets.

Serving the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was an opportunity beyond the dreams of many.

There were toilets of gold, toilet lids studded with diamonds, and the floor tiles were made of white jade.

Even the water used to flush the toilets was from the melting snow of the heavenly mountains.

To say he was scrubbing toilets, yet the setting was more luxurious than many palaces.

But people, will inevitably change.

Amidst the turbulent winds on Demarco Mount, a new sacred leader made a grand entrance.

Many old officials fell from grace, with those loyal to the previous sacred leader stepping down under threat and pressure.

In their place rose a younger generation of activists.

The replacement of old power with new inevitably leads to many vacancies in power.

After laboriously electing a new sacred leader, these people were sure to hold onto power tightly.

All appointments below them were their own people.

Alex was one of those lucky few.

Strictly speaking, the role of inspector does not exist within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Inspectors wield the sacred leader’s Token, traveling among the various alliance sects, responsible for resolving and mediating inter-sect conflicts.

When dispatched, they wield great authority.

Even, to execute first and report later.

But the position of inspector, after all, is scarce.

And these powerful and prestigious officials couldn’t possibly work all year round.

Thus, inspectors began to employ their followers to act on their behalf in lesser duties.

For instance, in minor conflicts between smaller sects, inspectors needn’t show up in person and instead, send a member holding the Token to mediate.

Over time, these stand-ins, borrowing the tiger’s fierceness, started to call themselves inspectors.

Within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, what an inspector implies is clear to all.

Yet once one leaves Demarco Mount, the title can be quite intimidating.

Many of the people with low status on Demarco Mount transformed into so-called inspectors once they left, returning wealthier than before.

Alex, because he was skilled at wiping butts, won the favor of one such Inspector and was taken under his wing.

This time, hearing about the appearance of the Divine Dragon Tripod in Swimming City, that Inspector led his subordinates here personally, and as Alex was his butt-wiper, he naturally had to be at his side.

"Who are you!"

Alex’s eyelids twitched wildly!

With the vast numbers of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the one before him who knew of his past as a toilet cleaner was definitely not ordinary!

It could even be said that the person was from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance itself!

But since the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is currently hunting Adrian, the helper must be a remnant from the old dynasty! freēwēbnovel.com

"I never would have guessed that a toilet cleaner could become an inspector," Julius Reed nodded, smiling: "Very good. If I may be so bold to ask, which Inspector has come to Swimming City this time?"

"How dare you! Do you think you’re worthy of asking an Inspector’s name?" Alex took a step back, somewhat lacking in confidence as he said: "Skulking around wearing a veil! Guards, seize him!"

He was very curious about who was under that veil!

"Advance!"

A few Martial Artists exchanged glances and rushed forward with long knives.

Bang!

Julius Reed stomped fiercely, and the floor tiles of the café were shattered and sent flying!

Then, he swung his right hand forward!

Swish!

The broken tiles instantly slit the throats of the group of Martial Artists.

Thump!

With the sound of bodies hitting the floor, only three remained in the café.

Adrian was a bit stunned.

Although he was the leader of the Tiger Mountain Alliance, this was the first time he had seen someone with such formidable skills!

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As for Alex, his legs had gone weak.

"Now, may I ask?" Julius Reed stepped forward.

Clang!

The long saber in Alex’s hand fell to the ground!

So terrified was he that he knelt on the ground, his complexion deathly pale, his body already shaking like a sieve: "Inspector Kensington is Jex Kensington! Who are you, that you recognize me?"

"Have I wiped your ass?" Alex looked up, his teeth chattering as he asked.

"You’re not worthy of that." Julius Reed lightly removed his veil.

"You..."

Seeing the true face of the person before him, Alex’s eyes bulged, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The Grand Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, whose portrait of several hundred meters was engraved on the walls of Demarco Mount!

How would he not recognize him!

But...

"Take me to see the Inspector." Julius Reed walked over to Alex and gently kicked him.

But Alex remained on the ground, motionless.

His eyes stared wide open like brass bells.

Julius Reed bent down, only to find that Alex had stopped breathing.

Dead.

"With such little courage, you still wanted to be an inspector?" He shook his head, helplessly saying, "Indeed, one destined to watch over the toilets can only watch over the toilets."

"Benefactor, what happened to him?" Adrian was also puzzled.

"Do you know where the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance in Swimming City is?" Julius Reed put his veil back on and turned to Adrian.

"I know! It’s only five kilometers from here!" After Adrian provided the detailed address, he asked, "Benefactor, what are you planning to do? That place is full of masters, and the Inspector himself is presiding over it! I heard that an important guest arrived these past few days."

"Just have some questions to ask." Julius Reed took out another small bottle from his pocket and tossed it to Adrian casually, "When you get the chance, go home. Don’t worry about Swimming City; the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance won’t bother you again."

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the address Adrian mentioned.

The people of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance were smart enough to choose a location in the old city district, very concealed.

"Take care of yourself!" Remembering how Julius Reed swiftly annihilated several people with a flick of his fingers, Adrian was excited.

...

In Swimming City, just outside the old city district, there stood a solitary and grand mansion.

The mansion covered nearly ten thousand square meters!

From the entrance to the main hall, it was over five hundred meters away.

It comprised twelve buildings, with hundreds of rooms.

At this moment!

Inside the main hall.

A middle-aged man dressed in a blue robe embroidered with azure phoenixes was sitting in the center, playing chess with a monk opposite him.

Black and white pieces were evenly matched, and although they were playing, neither side had captured any of the other’s pieces.

Behind the middle-aged man stood several attendants.

He seemed to be of significant status.

"Arhat of the Five Mountains, why do you not possess even a hint of murderous intent? We might just fill the entire chessboard at this rate," the middle-aged man said with a smile, stretching out his hand for a cup of tea, which an attendant promptly handed to him.

Leaving aside the tea for a moment, even the cup itself was worth a million.

"As a monk, my heart is devoted to Buddha, naturally devoid of murderous intent," the monk spoke with a smile, "Inspector Kensington hails from a martial background, so why do you likewise have no trace of murderous intent? Could it be that your heart is also dedicated to Buddha? If that’s true, I could recommend you to take refuge under the Divine Buddha, and henceforth we could address each other as fellow disciples, how about that?"

"The Arhat jests!" the middle-aged man took a sip of tea, after which an attendant took the cup from him and handed him a handkerchief.

He took the handkerchief, gently wiping his mouth, then lifted a black piece in his right hand, poised it in the air, but did not place it down.

"It’s unexpected that even the West Sea is interested in the Divine Dragon Tripod. However, that object belongs to Demarco Mount. I would trouble you to relay a message to the Divine Buddha, advising him it would be best not to intervene," he said.

But upon hearing this, the monk seemed unconcerned, playing with his prayer beads, "The Divine Dragon Tripod belonged to the former Grand Master. Since Demarco Mount has already selected a new Grand Master, the people and items from before obviously do not count anymore."

"Is Divine Buddha intending to make enemies with Demarco Mount?" The middle-aged man’s tone was somewhat deeper, "I advise everyone, let’s not harm the harmony."

"Report! Inspector Kensington, there is someone outside who claims to be an old acquaintance of yours and wishes to see you," at that moment of contention, a guard came into the main hall, kneeling on one knee and reporting loudly.