Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Chapter 299 Encirclement Breaks the Warehouse_1

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“I want you to forget everything you’ve heard and seen today, and also, don’t mention anything to Quella Radcliffe.”

Julius Reed picked up the man’s cell phone and said coldly, “You’re a smart person, you should know what to do.”

After speaking, he dialed a number.

“I… Julius Reed, who exactly are you! Quella Radcliffe will be killed sooner or later following you!”

Anna Harris had emerged from the iron cabinet at some point and was now looking at the scene at the entrance of the warehouse.

Her face was pale, both from losing too much blood and from witnessing Julius Reed kill a man.

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How could Quella Radcliffe ever have a good life beside such a remorseless killer?

“If you weren’t Quella Radcliffe’s best friend, you would be dead already.”

Julius Reed turned around and looked coldly at Anna Harris, “I can protect my own woman.”

“Hello! Who is it?”

At this moment, a man’s voice came from the phone.

“Aron Jackson, it’s me.”

Julius Reed said indifferently.

After all, this was the city center. If he left the corpse here, it might make the headlines.

He was now going to kill Joel Martin. Somebody daring to plot his murder couldn’t be allowed to live in this world.

Having Aron Jackson handle the scene and incidentally taking Anna Harris to the hospital would be ticking two boxes at once.

Injuries underwater could lead to infections, the consequences of which were unimaginable.

“Boss? When did you get back to Gonzalez City? How come I knew nothing about it?”

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Aron Jackson became excited upon hearing Julius Reed’s voice, “Where are you now?”

“There’s a run-down warehouse by Danvers Bridge, come here and dispose of a body for me, and also take a woman to the hospital. We’ll talk about the rest when I’m free.”

“Is sister-in-law injured? Dominating Tiger, gather the brothers, let’s head to Danvers Bridge now!”

“If it were your sister-in-law, would I still be calling you now?”

Julius Reed gave a faint smile, “Just get someone on your staff to handle these things, you drive straight to the broken warehouse.”

“Understood!”

Aron Jackson agreed succinctly.

After hanging up, Julius Reed looked back at the ghastly pale Anna Harris, “Quella Radcliffe will not be harmed. If such a day ever comes, it will only be over my dead body.”

Ignoring Anna Harris’s complex gaze, Julius Reed stripped the clothes off the man’s body, put them on, and then quickly disappeared around the factory building.

“Julius Reed, who exactly are you…”

Anna Harris could no longer hold on and slumped to the ground, vacantly staring into the distance.

Is this the ‘good-for-nothing’ Quella Radcliffe spoke of?

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The son-in-law?

More like a demonic killer…

The reason the place was called the broken warehouse was that here stood a dilapidated warehouse.

In the north part of the new district of Gonzalez City, there was a demolition site, originally called Broken Warehouse Village.

After the developers got the land and paid for the relocation, all the villagers left.

All that was left were broken-down houses.

At this moment, Joel Martin was sitting in a chair, fantasizing about how to torture Julius Reed.

“Young Master, how should we deal with this bastard later?”

A young man behind him was smirking maliciously.

“Heh! Daring to steal my woman and slap me in front of so many people. Julius Reed, you never imagined you would have a day like this at the hands of Young Master Martin!”

Joel Martin’s face showed a ferocious grin as he clutched the armrests of the chair tightly, “And Anna Harris that bitch! I’ll execute her today! No matter how nice I was to her, she pretended not to see. This time I’ll drug her, let her get loose!”

“Heh heh! Can you share the spoils with us?”

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“Exactly! After Young Master’s done, let us have a go too?”

“Don’t worry! A woman like that should know what it’s like to be with any man!”

Thinking about what was going to happen next, Joel Martin could only feel a burning excitement: “Once Julius Reed is brought here, make sure you torment him well! Also, doesn’t he have a wife? Have you guys kidnapped her yet?”

“Rest assured! The ones sent are skilled, and I’ve heard his woman is also a female CEO, looking very handsome!”

The young man behind Joel Martin smirked sleazily, “Will the Young Master be enjoying a ‘dragon and two phoenixes’ later?”

“Haha! Julius Reed, I want you to watch with your own eyes how this young master conquers your woman!”

Joel Martin was extremely excited to hear his employee’s words.

The one sent to assassinate Julius Reed was a Shadow Warrior, introduced by a master he knew, who had a small reputation in the underworld.

Every time he thought of this master he knew, he couldn’t help but admire him to the point of bowing down completely.

Meanwhile.

Julius Reed was driving at breakneck speed, rushing towards the broken warehouse.

Behind him, Aron Jackson, with a dozen black limousines, was following closely.

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Halfway down the road, Ovidiu Cook’s phone suddenly rang.

“Mr. Reed, I’ve heard that you… You’re alright, aren’t you?”

Even from this distance, one could sense Ovidiu Cook’s nervousness, perspiring profusely.

“Some say you guys are good for nothing.”

Julius Reed spoke only those words before focusing back on driving.

“I understand! As long as you’re safe, that’s good!”

Because of his nervousness, Ovidiu Cook’s voice was somewhat hoarse, “Within an hour, I will give you an immediate response!”

It was known that the department under Bane Cook’s command had top-notch counter-surveillance capabilities, monitoring the entire building every day.

The fact that they were able to find out it was Atlas Leopold who released the video years ago spoke volumes of their abilities!

Yet it was in such a talent-filled place that when Ovidiu Cook heard from Aron Jackson that the bridge Julius Reed was crossing had collapsed, he collapsed to the ground in a panic.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately organized an investigation.

The convoy raced to the outskirts and drove straight into the broken warehouse.

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“Young Master, the car is here.”

A young man, peering through the window of a brick house, saw a black limousine coming.

“Where!”

Joel Martin got up excitedly, rubbing his hands together, “Julius Reed, today I’ll show you how I deal with you!”

He picked up an iron rod from the ground and quickly led his employees out of the house.

“Young Master Martin, long time no see!”

The car door opened slowly, but instead of the blonde Shadow Warrior, it was Julius Reed who stepped out.

“What’s going on!”

Joel Martin gripped the iron rod tightly, staring fixedly at the limousine, but did not see the person he had sent out.

Before he could react, a dozen more black limousines drove into the courtyard, completely surrounding the area.

Men in black suits stepped down from the cars, each holding a weapon in their hand.

“Who are you!”

Joel Martin pointed his iron rod at Aron Jackson and the others.

“Your killers!”

On the road, Aron Jackson had already investigated the matter thoroughly and was fuming with rage.

Daring to make a move on his boss meant there was only one way out—death!

“Haha! You think you can?”

Facing the encirclement, Joel Martin did not show any trace of fear; instead, he laughed uncontrollably, “Mister Leocadia, please make your move!”

After he spoke those words, an old man in a black Chinese tunic suit stepped forward from behind him.

“Pendletoni Mountain’s Leocadia Winters, at your service!”

The old man faced the forty or fifty people in front of him, clasping his hands lightly in front of him as a greeting.