Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Chapter 226 Lack of Respect_l

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The punch came so suddenly that nobody managed to react in time.

Although Twilight Mansion was established by Ovidiu Cook, it was a place where the elite of Gonzalez City gathered, and order was naturally maintained by everyone’s joint efforts.

In the years since its founding, no one had ever dared to cause a disturbance.

At most, some super-rich second-generation individuals from other provinces would sneak in to take a look and, if caught, would be released after paying a fine.

Now, someone dared to cause trouble?

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Even in front of the security guards of Twilight Mansion, boldly knocking a member’s guest to the ground?

Sonny Ridge let out a pained howl as blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

The punch was so powerful that it collapsed his nose, creating a terrifying sight.

“Sonny Ridge! Are you okay?”

Abigail Martin rushed over to help Sonny Ridge up and then looked at Julius

Reed with fury, “You’re finished!”

That simple sentence was full of threat.

Sonny Ridge was his guest, and as his elder brother, he would definitely have to bear the consequences, and this incident would also be highly damaging to Abigail Martin’s position in Gonzalez City.

The idea of someone beating up the brother of Sawyer Group’s Crown Prince at Twilight Mansion—where could he put his face?

Jaxen Brandon died suddenly, leaving Gonzalez City’s rich second -generation group leaderless. In recent days, Abigail Martin had been working hard to secure the position as the top tier of Gonzalez City.

But all that effort went up in smoke the moment Sonny Ridge was beaten. “Really? I heard you’ve been bullying my wife?”

Julius Reed, casually rolling up his sleeves, wore a mocking smile on his face as if Abigail Martin were just making a joke.

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“Heh! Your wife? She is going to be my woman sooner or later! ” Abigail Martin stood up from the ground, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Only by sleeping with Julius Reed’s wife could he regain his dignity after today’s disgrace!

“You lack the ability. I’ve never heard of a eunuch having a woman.”

After adjusting his sleeves, Julius Reed looked at Abigail Martin with his hands clasped behind his back, contempt in his eyes.

“Ha ha! Whether I’m a eunuch or not, your woman will tell you tonight!”

Licking his lips, Abigail Martin gazed at Quella Radcliffe with a lecherous smile, “Brothers, take this woman to my car.”

Bang!

No sooner had he spoken than Julius Reed suddenly lashed out with a kick!

Abigail Martin let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, kneeling on the ground with a purplish face, trembling all over.

He held his crotch with both hands, his facial features twisted in a ferocious way, his eyes even a bit vacant.

“Mr. Henry Green!”

The young men around immediately gathered together.

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But Abigail Martin was in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness. How could he hear the shouts of those around him?

“Quick! Call an ambulance!”

A young man approached the security guard, grabbed his collar, and demanded, “What are you staring at! Call the hospital!”

“And make sure to catch the perpetrator, don’t let him get away!”

After the young man roared with anger, he shakily took out his cell phone from his arms, momentarily unsure who to call.

Since the Brandon Family fell, Abigail Martin had become the core of Gonzalez City’s young generation. Normally, they sought his support whenever they faced difficulties. But now that Abigail Martin was dealt with, who should they turn to?

“Seize him first!”

The captain of the security wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat panicked. He, of course, recognized Abigail Martin, Jett Martin’s son.

Jett Martin was also a close brother under Ovidiu Cook’s wing.

Twilight Mansion was Ovidiu Cook’s property, and with such a mess unfolding, the captain’s panic was no less than that of the young gentlemen. He took a deep breath, preparing to take action against Julius Reed.

“What’s going on!”

Just then, Ovidiu Cook and others strode over.

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The shrill scream of Abigail Martin had disturbed many of the dining guests, and even Ovidiu Cook and others at the door heard it loud and clear.

After all, this was his Gonzalez City’s richest property, and since someone dared to make trouble, he had to come and see for himself.

“Boss!”

Upon seeing Ovidiu Cook, the security captain’s legs went weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

An unusual incident had occurred at Twilight Mansion, and it had happened to be discovered by the boss himself; the captain feared his bright future was now in jeopardy.

But when he saw Jett Martin behind Ovidiu Cook, he directly knelt down on the ground.

“Speak, what happened!”

Ovidiu Cook asked harshly.

At this moment, Julius Reed happened to be blocked behind a group of security guards, so Ovidiu and the others had not yet noticed him.

“Uncle John Martin!”

A young man who clearly recognized Jett Martin quickly came over and said with an extremely grieving tone, “Mr. Henry Green brought us here to dine when suddenly a young man burst in. He wasn’t a member of this place, and as per the rules, Mr. Henry Green called for security. But who would have thought that this person would be so audacious, first breaking Sonny Ridge’s nose, and then… then he—”

“What happened to my son!”

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Jett Martin grabbed the young man’s collar.

“Mr. Henry Green was kicked in the groin, I fear…”

The young man said up to this point, then dared not continue.

“Dad…”

Abigail Martin, blocked by a group of young men, uttered softly, his face turning black, on the verge of shock.

“Son!”

Upon seeing his son in such a state, Jett Martin pushed the group of young men away.

“This…”

Seeing the blood flowing continuously from between Abigail Martin’s legs, Jett Martin’s eyes widened, unsure what to do for a moment.

Then, he became incredibly angry!

“Who did this!”

Not just him, Ovidiu Cook was also very angry.

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Before the eyes of all the wealthy businessmen of Gonzalez City, an incident like this had occurred in his own restaurant, which was quite embarrassing for him.

What was his status now?

The richest man in Gonzalez City, even the Brandon Family, which could once rival him, had been surpassed by him, becoming unquestionably the number one power.

Now with someone causing a scene, he had to show his stance.

“What are you all doing! You let someone mix in, which is bad enough, but to then commit violence without stepping in to stop it, I’ve got no use for you bunch of good-for-nothings!”

He pointed at the security captain and scolded him fiercely.

“Bring the person here!”

‘Yes!”

The security captain was also at a loss. Who could imagine that someone would dare make trouble in Twilight Mansion?

And Julius Reed’s actions were too quick, completely without warning. By the time they tried to intervene, it was already too late!

“Uncle John Martin, you must seek justice for Mr. Henry Green!”

His nose was still bleeding, staining a large spot red on his shirt.

“What, even I’ve been cleaned up?”

After the guards stepped aside, Julius Reed, holding Quella Radcliffe in one hand, looked at Ovidiu Cook with a beaming smile.

“The one being cleaned up is you!”

A young man stepped forward, pointing at Julius Reed, “You damn brat, this man is the chairman of the Sawyer Group, Mr. Jett Martin! Your end is nigh!” The ferocity of Jett Martin was well-known to all.

Now that his son had been crippled, what sort of outrageous act might he commit?

No one knew.

“The chairman of the Sawyer Group?”

Julius Reed raised an eyebrow and said with a faint smile, “My apologies, my apologies!”

“Knowing is good! Now kneel down and apologize!”

The young man became even more arrogant.

But behind him, Jett Martin’s legs went weak, and with a thumping sound, he knelt on the ground..