Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Chapter 397 The Untouchable Person_Part 1

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After a barrage of punches and kicks, Ken Leocadia didn’t resemble a human anymore.

His chest-mounted sunglasses were shattered, and his clothes were tattered.

Cigarettes, lighters, cellphones, and car keys, along with other small items, were scattered all over the ground, while he curled up on the floor, convulsing.

“Enough! Don’t beat him to death!”

With a wave of his hand, Aaron Martin stopped the group of employees.

Although Aaron Martin had shown some weakness in front of Julius Reed, he was still Aron Jackson’s personal bodyguard, and he held significant influence in Gonzalez City.

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He was quite adept at dealing with this kind of crude fellow.

“And you guys!”

He brandished a steel pipe in his hand, scaring Ken Leocadia’s employees into kneeling on the ground, trembling.

These people were fine with scaring ordinary folks on normal days, but when facing an old hand like Aaron Martin, they were too terrified to even fart.

“Xiaolong…”

Just then, Everett Cook, beaten to a pulp, whimpered.

“Fuck, who are you!”

An employee of Aaron Martin walked over and, staring at the unrecognizable Everett Cook, suddenly widened his eyes: “Are you Everett Cook?”

“Xiaolong…take revenge for me… he hit me…”

Everett Cook, realizing the gangster called Xiaolong recognized him, hurriedly pointed at Julius Reed.

This scared Xiaolong out of his wits; even if he were a fool, he knew the trouble he was in now.

“Go to hell! It serves you right! You cheap woman!”

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Xiaolong’s back broke out in a cold sweat as he quickly stepped forward and kicked her a couple of times.

“Xiaolong, what’s going on!”

With a stern face, Aaron Martin walked over, his voice very unpleasant.

Xiaolong was one of his men, quite shrewd on normal days, and deeply valued by Aaron Martin.

Now he was involved with the woman lying on the ground?

“Boss Martin, I met this bitch on a social media app. We only hooked up in a hotel a few times, nothing serious! Really!”

Xiaolong was sweating profusely with fear.

Having followed the employees of Aaron Martin for several years, he knew his boss was ruthless. If he really got entangled with this woman, he probably wouldn’t end well.

“In the future, watch yourself. If you get involved with this kind of person again, I’ll castrate you!”

Aaron Martin cursed as he spoke, but the woman’s boyfriend heard everything loud and clear.

“You cheater! Last week, you lied about going back to your hometown. You were actually cheating on me!”

The man, enduring the severe pain in his shoulder, struggled to get up from the ground and viciously kicked the woman.

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“I was wrong. Give me another chance.”

“Give your mother a chance! I didn’t even realize I was being cuckolded by you!”

Wham! Wham! Wham!

The man threw punches and kicked, sending the woman wailing from the blows.

“Brother Davenport, what do we do now?”

After lighting a cigarette, Aaron Martin quietly asked.

“You figure it out. Your sister-in-law and I don’t want to see this mess.”

Julius Reed patted Aaron Martin on the shoulder and turned to leave with his people.

“Alright, Brother Davenport, take care. Just call your bro if you need anything!”

Aaron Martin watched Julius Reed’s departing figure, bowing and nodding, but when he turned to face Ken Leocadia again, his expression immediately darkened.

“Have your family come and pay for your release.”

He took a puff of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the smoke.

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The lighter in his hand kept flipping, as he coldly watched Ken Leocadia lying on the ground covered in blood.

“Okay… stop hitting me… I’ll call right away.”

By now, Ken Leocadia had been so scared by the beating that he hurriedly took out his phone to call his father, Marcella Leocadia.

At that moment, Marcella Leocadia was at a restaurant talking business with Graham Cook.

With Bran Cook’s return, the status of the Cook Family in Gonzalez City had suddenly risen considerably. Graham Cook, Bran Cook’s uncle, initially just a minor procurement manager within the group, was now soaring to the skies alongside his successful nephew.

Marcella Leocadia inviting Graham Cook for tea was precisely to reach a cooperation with the Cook Family and offer Graham Cook a substantial kickback.

“Wait for me, I’m coming over! Who has the guts to hit my son? Tell those people not to be so lawless!”

After receiving Ken Leocadia’s call, Marcella Leocadia was fuming with rage.

“What happened?”

Graham Cook, seeing him so angry, quickly asked.

The two of them were in a business partnership, with Cook taking millions in kickbacks from the Leocadia Family each year.

As soon as Marcella Leocadia explained the situation, Graham Cook also became incensed, “Brother Leocadia, I’m coming with you. Let’s see just how lawless these hoodlums can be!”

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The two left the house, got into an Audi A6, and drove toward the scene of the incident.

By the time they arrived, Ken Leocadia was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.

“What are you doing!”

Marcella Leocadia was shocked; he only had this one son, who was usually spoiled rotten, and seeing him beaten like this was like bleeding inside.

“Really!”

After hearing Marcella Leocadia’s words, Aaron Martin turned around and looked him over, “You’re his dad?”

“Indeed! You gang of thugs, get ready to go to prison!”

Marcella Leocadia sneered, pointing at Aaron Martin and the others, “Broad daylight, and you dare to beat someone in the street! You’re all finished!”

Whoosh!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Aaron Martin kicked Ken Leocadia in the head, sending him screaming and tumbling onto the asphalt.

“You…”

Marcella Leocadia trembled with anger.

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“Let me tell you, I’m Aaron Martin. Your son has offended my boss, and I’m here today to tell you that your family’s company will shut down in three days! Better prepare for what’s coming!”

Aaron Martin waved his hand impatiently, speaking loudly, “Take your people and get out of here!”

These people dared to offend Julius Reed, and according to Aron Jackson’s wishes, they had to be brought to ruin.

In Gonzalez City, it wasn’t difficult for Martin to accomplish this.

With just a word from him, numerous enterprises and relevant departments would move to cause trouble.

“You are Aaron Martin…”

At the mention of this name, Marcella Leocadia felt his heart skip a beat.

They were in the construction materials business, always needing to keep good relations with these people, so naturally, he knew quite a few local hoodlums in Gonzalez City.

He had heard of Aaron Martin’s name and had always been afraid of him.

They said this man was naturally vicious, a fierce dog at Aron Jackson’s side.

“That’s right, I am Aaron Martin. Go back and prepare for the aftermath; your son has provoked someone you can’t afford to offend!”

Aaron Martin smirked and shook his head, turning and walking back to his car.

“It’s over!”

Marcella Leocadia slumped to the ground, staring blankly ahead.

Offending Aaron Martin, there was no need to think about it; the business he had worked for decades to build could vanish in an instant.

“Mr. Martin! I’m Bran Cook’s uncle, Graham Cook!”

Just then, Graham Cook stepped forward and jogged up to Aaron Martin.

“Yes! Graham, appeal to him for me!”

Marcella Leocadia then remembered mentioning to Graham Cook that Bran Cook had some connections with Martin, and they were quite good.

“Brother Martin, Brother Leocadia doesn’t know the gravity of his actions. Don’t stoop to his level. For the sake of our Bran Cook, give them a chance.”

Graham Cook quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and offered it to Aaron Martin, “I’ll make sure they pay their respects to you later.”

“Absolutely! Just give us this one pass, and I surely won’t forget the great mercy and favor of Mr. Martin!”

Marcella Leocadia swallowed his saliva and hastily seconded the sentiment.

“Even if Bran Cook himself showed up today, it wouldn’t make a difference!”

Smack!

Aaron Martin slapped the cigarette from Graham Cook’s hand and turned, leaving with his men.

“Ken Leocadia, you really have dug your father’s grave!”

Marcella Leocadia, trembling, picked himself up off the ground, grabbed a steel pipe, and walked over to Ken Leocadia to violently beat him!