Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1348: Renouncing the Underworld

"Where is it!"

Seamus Jackson’s heart skipped a beat, but soon he felt a thrill of excitement.

Everyone says that one must see a living body or a dead corpse.

Now that he had found Delaney’s body, as long as he could successfully take it out, the credit would be his alone.

"Damn it! The killer didn’t hold back!" Following the gaze of his underling, he walked to the wall, bent down, and gently touched Delaney’s cold corpse.

The chest had caved in, and blood was all over the floor.

But it had already dried.

"All the bones are shattered; the opponent is a master." Seamus Jackson stood up, his expression serious.

Although he had accomplished something, at this moment, he felt a sense of sorrow for the fallen.

After all, Delaney was one of Hagan Marsh’s sworn brothers, and there were no conflicts of interest between Seamus Jackson and Delaney.

"Hurry up!"

Seamus Jackson shook his head, and Baley, the Japanese behind him, immediately stepped forward, picked up Delaney’s broken body, and strode towards the back door.

But after taking just two steps, he retreated.

"What’s wrong?"

Seamus Jackson subconsciously gripped the hidden weapon box in his hand.

Though not fond of strategizing, his years of fighting experience told him something was definitely happening outside the door.

Otherwise, Baley wouldn’t have backed off like this.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor slowly came in from the back door they had passed through.

"Into the urn one lures the enemy."

No sign of the person yet, but their voice was heard first.

Three seconds later, a man in a black suit and a brown hat, his left hand in his suit pocket, and his right hand holding a cigar, casually appeared in front of them.

"Your Excellency is..." Seamus Jackson looked at the man with a smile that was not quite a smile, while his ears were listening intently for sounds.

He needed to ascertain how many people were there, and what weapons they brought.

"Mr. Casey, Lyman Davenport." The man put the cigar in his mouth and took a light puff.

Then, as if no one else existed, he blew out a cloud of smoke.

"Lyman Davenport?" Upon hearing this name, Seamus Jackson gripped the hidden weapon box even tighter.

On Rat Town’s Seventh Route, there are two masters, ’Judge Davis’ Scott Davis, and the man before him, Mr. Casey, Lyman Davenport.

Scott Davis was always dressed like a scholar, a white paper fan in his hand.

But this scholar was a Great Grandmaster.

A discreet Great Grandmaster.

No one knew what Scott Davis was truly capable of, but Judge Davis had another nickname, ’Undefeated Scholar.’

In Swimming City, no matter who he fought against, Scott Davis always ended in a draw.

Neither winning nor losing.

It was so when he fought against common Martial Artists.

And so it was when he crossed fists with other long-standing masters of Swimming City.

However, the man before him seemed even more troublesome.

Although Seamus Jackson had never seen Mr. Casey, Lyman Davenport’s reputation was known to all in Swimming City.

This man, always dressed in a suit and shoes, had no weapon.

Or rather, his weapons were his own two hands.

Unlike Scott Davis, Lyman Davenport was a butcher known for his mass killings in Swimming City!

To say he was a slaughterer in a suit was by no means an exaggeration.

Now facing him, even the ever-confident Seamus Jackson felt some trepidation.

Even with their dozen people and a dozen hidden weapon boxes.

The man stood alone at the door, apparently without backup?

"There’s a saying I need to clarify in advance." Lyman Davenport, with the cigar between his lips and both hands in his trouser pockets, revealed a slight smile, "I’m here today to kill all of you. I’ll slaughter, but I won’t bury."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, than a dozen or so men in white linen garb from the Seventh Route rushed in through the back door.

These men stood rigidly behind Lyman Davenport, unmoving.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding." Seamus Jackson gave Baley a signal with his eyes, his finger lightly resting on the trigger.

"There’s no misunderstanding."

Lyman Davenport, with the cigar in his mouth, took a light puff and exhaled a cloud of smoke, "I’m here to kill you all."

"Who will win the fight is still undecided!"

Seamus Jackson suddenly raised his hidden weapon box and pulled the trigger!

Whiz!

The hidden weapon box fired.

Lyman Davenport’s body, even before Seamus Jackson released the weapons from the box, suddenly darted to the right!

The pellets from the weapon box grazed past him and hit several unguarded minions of the Seventh Route, blowing them away!

Seizing the opportunity, Baley sprung into action!

He swung his strong arms forward in a smashing motion!

"Pff!"

Lyman Davenport spat the cigar out of his mouth and rapidly pulled his hands out from his trouser pockets.

Slap!

With his left hand, he caught Baley’s wrist out of thin air; his right hand formed a fist!

Crack!

A punch thundered against the chest!

"Ergh..." Baley groaned loudly, his complexion turning deathly pale in an instant.

Crack!

The second punch!

Crack! Crack!

Four punches hammered out!

Dozens of bones were smashed to pieces!

Whoosh!

Immediately after, Lyman Davenport grabbed the samurai Baley with both hands, his right foot fiercely kicking out!

A sequence of movements smooth as flowing water, he instantly turned the brawny man plotting a sneak attack into a corpse!

"Protect the boss!" A Seventh Route expert swiftly darted out, trying to stop Baley’s heavy corpse.

But he felt as if he had run into a wall.

All his bones felt as though they were falling apart.

"Pretty weak." Just as Baley’s body hit the ground, Lyman Davenport’s figure appeared before everyone.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his hands still in his pockets: "Who’s next?"

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Seamus Jackson once again lifted his hidden-weapon box!

Whoosh!

Several steel balls sprayed out.

The previously standing Lyman Davenport was suddenly lying on the ground.

The steel balls hit the Seventh Route lackeys once again.

Whoosh!

Lyman Davenport’s hands heavily slapped the ground, and his whole body soared into the air, his fists howling as they smashed towards Seamus Jackson!

Crack!

In the hasty encounter, Seamus Jackson’s right hand bones were completely broken, sending him staggering backward.

"Hiss..."

He bent over in pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Big brother, you go first!"

Several of Seamus Jackson’s underlings immediately rushed forward!

"Sorry, brothers!"

Seeing Lyman Davenport in front of him, Seamus Jackson steeled his heart, kicking apart a wooden table that blocked the main entrance!

Then, with a fierce pull!

He flung the door open!

But his movement stopped in an instant.

In front of him, dozens of Seventh Route lackeys holding hidden-weapon boxes were aiming right at the door.

"Damn it!"

Seamus Jackson pulled out his hidden-weapon box with his left hand and launched it at the crowd!

Several steel balls shot out explosively, sending several Seventh Route lackeys flying away.

Taking advantage of the gap in the defense line, Seamus Jackson fiercely threw out the darts in his hand!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A ground littered with corpses.

As Hagan Marsh’s strongest adopted son in combat, Seamus Jackson had more than enough to deal with these lackeys.

But the entrance to Rat Town was already sealed, and there were pursuers behind him.

Where to go?

Seamus Jackson stomped his foot and ran towards the town.

He planned to disguise himself as an ordinary citizen and wait for reinforcements from outside.

Crack!

Inside the restaurant.

Lyman Davenport twisted the neck of the last man and casually dusted the jacket on his left shoulder.

"Mr. Casey, he’s escaped!"

A Seventh Route lackey pointed to the corpses scattered outside and spoke up: "Should we inform Judge Davis?"

"Useless!" Lyman Davenport took off his hat, patted it, and put it back on.

"I broke his arm; the kid won’t get far. Let Judge Davis handle the search, I can’t be bothered to kill such trash. It would dirty my hands."

Having said that, he stepped on a corpse and stretched out his hand.

A lackey immediately brought over a basin made of pure gold.

Inside the basin was clean water.

Washing hands in a golden basin.

Lyman Davenport placed his hands in it, and the water immediately turned red.

His expressionless face was reflected on the surface of the water.