Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Chapter 400 Unyielding Bran Cook_1

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After two crisp slaps, this member of the Cook family immediately became very obedient. As Julius Reed passed by him, he even had to ask, “Does your hand hurt? My skin is too thick, I hope it didn’t injure your hand.”

“You are too polite, aren’t we all friends? Your face bumping into my hand is nothing, I’m very magnanimous, it doesn’t matter!”

Julius Reed chatted with him as if they were friends, and then walked toward the next person.

This person was quite sensible.

He directly leaned in and said, “Big brother, please be careful not to strain your hand.”

Slap!

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After a slap landed, this member of the Cook family hurriedly clasped his hands together and said, “Thank you, Mr. Reed, for the character!”

“Oh no! Look, it’s smeared!”

Julius Reed said with great regret, “Quick! Get the ink!”

As soon as he had finished speaking, the disciples from Willson Pavilion immediately brought over the ink.

Julius Reed picked up the writing brush, dipped it in the ink, and rewrote the character “Virtue” on his palm!

Although the Cook family member was greatly aggrieved, he still had to lean in once more.

Slap!

After a crisp and decisive slap, the man said thank you for the second time.

Afterward, the other members of the Cook family were the ones to pour ink for Julius Reed, and they all had to say thank you once it was done.

This made the first Cook family member who got slapped feel incredibly fortunate; he had made a killing!

Finally, when it was Bran Cook’s turn, he raised his head and coldly said, “Humph! A gentleman can be killed, but not insulted! Amos Davenport, if you want to hit me, hit me to death! Otherwise, don’t bother with these useless antics!”

Bran Cook put on such a do-or-die attitude because he wanted to tell Julius Reed that he wouldn’t cooperate with him or give him a way out!

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You either hit me to death, or don’t bother with these false pretenses of winning people over with virtue!

I’m not buying it!

“Young Master Cook, are you dissatisfied with my way of winning people over with virtue?”

Julius Reed nodded and tossed the writing brush aside: “I love people with integrity the most, Young Master Cook truly has the spirit of a learned person after having been influenced by Western knowledge. Your moral fiber is quite different from theirs!”

“Heh! Amos Davenport, although I can’t beat you, please remember this! Today’s humiliation, I will definitely return it twofold!”

He looked coldly at Julius Reed: “Only barbarians would use such crude methods. I’ll make sure you, Quella Radcliffe, and her Radcliffe Group, will never be able to recover!”

Bran Cook wasn’t just talking; he had already devised plans to overtly bring down the Radcliffe Group, using completely legitimate means to force Quella Radcliffe and Amos Davenport to kneel and beg for mercy.

Today, he had intended to intimidate and retrieve the face he lost during the day.

But who would have thought that it would backfire on him?

However, it could also be considered a good thing, as now he had gained some understanding of this Amos Davenport’s capabilities. Next time he dealt with him, he would definitely bring more formidable people.

Scolding Julius Reed now was also an attempt to regain some face for himself.

But it seemed that he had detected an undertone in Julius Reed’s words, bypassing him.

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Could it be because he hadn’t acted spinelessly like the other Cook family’s people?

Indeed, the strong always respect the strong.

Being able to remain dignified in the face of such a formidable opponent was surely commendable!

“Young Master Cook truly has the demeanor of a scholar! Your words have rendered me speechless with shame. Alas!”

Julius Reed turned around and said with a light bow: “Since Young Master Cook doesn’t grant me this way out, I dare not tarnish your dignity! This slap, I won’t deliver it!”

No sooner had he spoken than those members of the Cook family cast envious glances at him.

Had they known acting tough could spare them a beating, they would have shown more backbone earlier!

But these people sensed that something was amiss.

A few who acted even tougher were beaten black and blue.

How come when it came to Bran Cook, it suddenly became the pride of a scholar?

“Amos Davenport! Don’t think I’ll be grateful to you for not hitting me! To tell you the truth, tomorrow the Radcliffe Group will face liquidation; I’ve already contacted all the major banks. They will come together tomorrow to press for payment!”

Bran Cook smiled smugly, pointing at Quella Radcliffe: “Quella Radcliffe, is this your boyfriend? Birds of a feather flock together! A bunch of crude people—wait for the lawyers’ letters tomorrow!”

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After saying that, he looked at Ken Leocadia, who didn’t dare to make a sound on the ground, waved his hand, and said, “Pick him up; let’s go!”

“Hold on!”

Julius Reed called out to him from behind.

“What, Mr. Reed breaks his word? But for someone like you, whatever you do wouldn’t surprise me!”

Bran Cook was startled in his heart, but tried to appear calm as he said, “Bring it on!”

“Young Master Cook has misunderstood!”

Julius Reed looked at him with a smile, “I’m a man of my word. If I say I won’t hit you, then I won’t!”

“Then why aren’t you letting me go?”

Bran Cook frowned, wondering what Julius Reed was up to.

He’s not hitting me, but he’s not letting me go?

What is he trying to do?

“Ah! You know, I’m not very cultured, just an uncouth man!”

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Julius Reed chuckled with a hehe.

“That I know, barbarian! In this civilized society, you truly are an oddity!”

Bran Cook snorted coldly and started criticizing while pointing at Julius Reed.

“Young Master Cook said something right, that ‘birds of a feather flock together.’”

When Julius Reed mentioned ‘birds of a feather flock together,’ he emphasized it specially.

“I definitely wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Young Master Cook, but my brothers… ah, birds of a feather, you know? They’re all barbarians. If they do something out of line, don’t mind them!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the Willson Pavilion’s men walked up to the already scrapped Audi car and, with a strong push of his hands, flipped the car over!

“Hiss!”

Everyone gasped in shock, what kind of monsters are these?

How terrifying!

In fact, the reason why Julius Reed did this was to deter the Cook family’s people from taking any rash actions, knowing the severity of the Willson Pavilion Disciples, they definitely wouldn’t dare cause any more trouble at the mansion.

“Hehe! Young Master Cook, right?”

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After pushing over the Audi, the man walked straight up to Bran Cook.

“What… what do you want to do…”

Bran Cook’s heart pounded furiously, but he still tried to maintain his composure.

Yet his trembling voice and shaking body had already betrayed him.

“Nothing much! Our big brother always teaches us to ‘conquer with virtue’.”

The Willson Pavilion Disciple grabbed Bran Cook by the shoulder with one hand and lifted him up in one swift motion!

“Ah! Let go!”

The intense pain caused Bran Cook to grit his teeth and grimace. He exerted all his strength to hit the Disciple, but the other was like a block of wood, not feeling any pain at all.

“Remember this, this is how I ‘conquer with virtue’!”

Bang!

The Willson Pavilion Disciple punched Bran Cook in the stomach!

“Ugh…”

Bran Cook immediately stopped struggling, his body curling up in mid-air.

He only felt a violent pain in his stomach, and his face instantly turned the color of a pig’s liver.

“How about that? Is it enough?”

Bang!

Before Bran Cook could recover, the Willson Pavilion Disciple threw another punch!

“Zzz…”

Foam began to form at Bran Cook’s mouth, and his eyes started to look vacant.

“I… I was wrong!”

He uttered this sentence nearly in the voice of a mosquito.