Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1332 Ghost Boss

He looks like a Monk only because he is bald.

Due to the distance, and obstructions from the lighting and other patrons, Julius Reed could only see a bald head among the crowd.

When threatened by a man, the bald man showed no reaction. freewёbnoνel.com

He continued to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

"Appo, are you blind? This is the Seventh Route Chiliarch, mighty Mr. Gao! Will you not scram immediately?" The rest of the men in white quickly encircled.

It seemed they were concerned about presenting a poor image or perhaps they were in a good mood today; the group of men in white who claimed to be from Seventh Route didn’t resort to violence right away.

Instead, they started to pressure Appo.

Yet Appo continued to drink and eat as if he couldn’t hear a thing.

"Blind? Deaf?"

The man known as the Chiliarch, Mr. Gao, coldly snorted: "Since he’s pretending to be deaf and mute, drag him out and cut his tongue off first, to accompany my drink!"

"Understood!"

One of the men in white grabbed Appo’s shoulder hard after receiving the order.

"Hmm?"

No matter how hard he tried, Appo didn’t move at all!

It was as if he was nailed to the chair.

"Help!"

The Chiliarch gestured, and instantly four men surrounded Appo.

Yet, no matter how hard the four tried, they couldn’t move Appo in the slightest.

"Chop him!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Seventh Route looked like fools, causing the Chiliarch to lose face.

Swoosh!

Behind Appo, a man in white drew his sword, viciously slashing down!

Bang!

The moment he swung his sword, Appo, who was drinking, suddenly slammed the table!

The large bowl of alcohol bounced up!

Crack!

The blade precisely hit the alcohol bowl.

The enormous force numbed the wielder’s wrist and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.

At that moment!

Appo, who had not stood up yet, suddenly stretched out his right hand!

His middle finger gently tapped on half of the bowl!

Pfft!

The broken bowl, as if having eyes, directly slashed across the throats of the four men.

And Appo’s right hand grabbed the other half of the broken bowl and thrust it forward fiercely!

Hiss!

The Seventh Route Chiliarch gasped in cold air, standing still, not daring to move.

The jagged edge of the bowl, was now cutting into his neck.

Blood was slowly seeping out.

"When you left the house today, why didn’t you pick a better time?" Appo, who hadn’t spoken throughout, finally spoke.

"You... who are you..."

The Chiliarch did not make any threats.

In Swimming City, threats were meaningless.

Except for being a laughing stock.

People who are threatened with sharp weapons and still bother to intimidate.

Do not deserve to stay in Swimming City.

"I am just someone who was drinking, yet you ruined my mood," Appo spoke again, and at this point, Julius Reed finally realized something was off.

This voice, why does it sound so familiar?

"Brysen Beaumont!"

Julius Reed muttered softly.

If he remembered correctly, this was the voice of Thunderpeak Hall’s Mage, Brysen Beaumont!

But why would Brysen Beaumont be in Swimming City?

Could he have come with Isabella Warm?

"I, Commander Cook of Seventh Route, am recruiting talented individuals. Sir, with your formidable skills, why not..."

"Stay with a bunch of useless trash like you?" Brysen Beaumont shook his head in disdain: "I find it disgusting!"

The atmosphere turned somewhat eerie.

The diners put down their bowls and chopsticks, all waiting to see how the drama unfolded.

Rat Town, is the Seventh Route’s headquarters.

The lower three routes can only stay outside the city.

Among them, Ninth Route is at the docks and Cow Town.

While Seventh Route controls Rat Town, Tiger Formation, Rabbit Town.

As for Snake Town and Horse Town, they are ruled by the remaining route.

Although anything is possible in Swimming City, openly making enemies with Seventh Route in Rat Town is really not a wise move.

Swoosh!

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a small knife flew in from outside the door!

Brysen Beaumont swiftly drew the butcher knife from his waist and violently slashed forward!

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

A small knife fell to the ground, now blunt.

"This brother, could you spare my Seventh Route Chiliarch?" a scholarly, weak voice came from outside.

"Sneaking around, totally insincere!"

Brysen Beaumont swept his porcelain bowl fiercely, cutting the Chiliarch’s throat.

The Chiliarch bled profusely, falling to the ground and soon went silent.

"Sigh."

Outside, a sigh was heard.

Then, a man dressed in white, with a feather fan and a scholarly appearance, strode in.

"Judge Davis!"

Someone exclaimed.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie.

Brysen Beaumont put away his butcher knife and sat back at the table.

However, the table was already splattered with blood.

But he didn’t care, and directly shouted, "Waiter, bring a bowl!"

The service industry in Swimming City is quite thorough.

With money, they’re willing to do anything.

"Have a drink?"

The man known as ’Judge Davis’, Scott Davis, holding a white paper fan, sat opposite Brysen Beaumont.

He also waved to the waiter: "Add a bowl for me!"

People from outside Swimming City can be unruly, but locals do not dare to be negligent in front of Scott Davis.

This is the favorite of the Seventh Route Commander.

And the ability of the restaurant owner is not strong either.

Soon, two bowls were placed on the table.

"Have a drink?"

Scott Davis picked up the jug, filled a bowl for himself, and another for Brysen Beaumont.

"On what grounds?" Brysen Beaumont did not shy away but looked confidently at the other party.

"Sending you on your way." Scott Davis placed the paper fan on the table, smiling, "Killing my Seventh Route Chiliarch, I can only take your head in exchange."

After speaking, he lifted his bowl.

"If I hadn’t killed, would you have spared me?" Brysen Beaumont smiled faintly, also lifting his bowl.

"Would still kill you." Scott Davis covered his face with his sleeve and drank the wine in one gulp.

"So, I had to kill him!"

Brysen Beaumont also drank deeply and wiping his mouth said, "Just pulling someone down with me."

"You are interesting, I actually don’t want to kill you." Scott Davis slowly picked up the paper fan on the table and unfolded it bit by bit.

Inside the restaurant, no one was eating anymore.

Countless eyes were staring at Scott Davis and the bald man.

Judge Davis’s fan dance was remarkably elegant when killing.

But before he could fully unfold the fan, Brysen Beaumont took out a Token from his bosom and slapped it hard on the table.

"Killing me, you don’t have the right."

After saying this, Brysen Beaumont picked up the jug and drank deeply.

And Scott Davis’s face suddenly darkened.

The paper fan in his hand was also slowly unfolded.

"If you want to kill me, first ask your Seventh Route Commander." Brysen Beaumont put away the Token and strode away.

And Scott Davis sat at the table, unable to get up for a long time.

After a long while.

He sighed.

"Alas."

Finally, Scott Davis closed the fan and walked out of the restaurant.

"That bald man seems to have quite a background." Watching the two leave, Lillian Tompson muttered quietly.

The scholarly man in white was already a local strongman, but even facing the Token, he dared not act rashly.

"Now this is interesting, Seventh Route has actually met with Ghost Boss’s man." The waiter shook his head, approaching Julius Reed and Lillian Tompson: "What would you like to order?"

After ordering casually, Julius Reed looked at the waiter and asked, "Just arrived in this precious place, I just heard you mention the Ghost Boss... no offense, I think it’s best not to provoke him."

"The most influential man in Swimming City Ghost Market, Ghost Seven!" The waiter finished, humming a tune and turning away.

It seems that the killings here, have nothing to do with him.