Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1349: Waiting for Something to Happen.

Infiltrating behind enemy lines is quite the thrilling affair.

But once exposed, it turns into a flee for survival.

Seamus Jackson never dreamed that he had just entered Rat Town and before he could make his mark, he would become a rat himself.

Indeed, this fits well with the name of Rat Town.

However, the original inhabitants of Rat Town had become cats.

And Seamus Jackson, a wounded malicious rat.

It wasn’t even dark yet, but Seamus Jackson was already exhausted.

The hidden weapons on his body had long been depleted, and the weapon box had become a useless lump of iron.

"Huff~"

Seamus Jackson discarded his bloodied clothes in advance and slipped into a busy market, pretending to be an unsuspecting onlooker.

Rat Town is the Seventh Route’s headquarters, bustling beyond compare.

Even before darkness fell, the marketplace was packed with people.

Suddenly.

Seamus Jackson sensed danger.

He turned sharply just in time as a knife grazed past his body.

Crack!

Seamus Jackson grabbed with his right hand and snatched the knife with his left, stabbing it into the chest of the attacker!

And then, he vanished into the crowd.

But no matter where he went, he became the center of attention.

Countless people began to hunt him down.

Finally, when Seamus Jackson had used up his last bit of strength, he saw a man dressed like a scholar.

"Hello."

The scholar greeted with a smile.

Whoosh!

Seamus Jackson threw a punch!

But the next moment, he was sent flying three to four meters away.

Then, a weapon box aimed at his head.

"Next time, use your head." Scott Davis pointed to the red string around his own waist, then pointed to the red strings around the waists of the Seventh Route underlings.

Seamus Jackson hung his head and realized that only his own waist was bare.

And those Rat Town residents who were there seemingly to enjoy the commotion, they all had little red strings around their waists.

"Kill me." Seamus Jackson closed his eyes, his hands trying to form fists, but he no longer had the strength.

After a series of desperate fights, and with his right hand broken by Lyman Davenport, he had no ability to resist.

Death no longer mattered.

However, Seamus Jackson felt a bit of regret, regretting not listening to Nicholas Pendleton.

Otherwise, the one who should have died was third brother!

"Wanna die?"

Scott Davis unfurled his paper fan with a smile and fanned himself leisurely.

Facing the question, Seamus Jackson did not reply.

He was not afraid to die.

More words would only add insult to injury.

"Do you know how sharp the paper fan in my hand is?"

After saying that, Scott Davis had several Seventh Route underlings help Seamus Jackson up from the ground.

"Let me go! If you’re going to kill, then kill, enough with the nonsense!" Seamus Jackson struggled fiercely, his tremendous power momentarily breaking free from the underlings’ grip.

Crack!

But at the same time, Scott Davis snapped his paper fan shut and fiercely struck both of Seamus Jackson’s shoulders!

His right leg swept out, breaking both of Seamus Jackson’s knees!

"Why do you insist on making things so difficult for yourself?"

Whoosh!

Scott Davis opened his paper fan again, speaking nonchalantly: "I told you not to die, do you still dare to die?"

With just one sentence, Scott Davis’s domineering character was laid bare.

"What exactly do you want!"

Seamus Jackson was heaving, his body felt as though it had been smashed to bits.

Not a trace of strength remained.

"Tell me, do you have any accomplices?" Scott Davis asked indifferently.

"No!"

Seamus Jackson clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with resoluteness.

Crack!

Hearing this answer, Scott Davis closed his fan, gently tilting up Seamus Jackson’s chin, and smilingly said, "But I heard that Commander Marsh’s adopted son, Howie Will, came with you. Where is he?"

"You..."

Seamus Jackson’s pupils dilated in shock!

"Nicholas Pendleton, you traitor!" he roared in a low voice!

Only three people knew about this affair!

If it wasn’t Howie Will who betrayed him, it could only be Nicholas Pendleton!

"I’m asking you a question." Scott Davis put away the white paper fan and suddenly snapped it open!

Swish!

The sharp edge of the fan instantly severed one of Seamus Jackson’s fingers.

"I’ve heard that each finger is connected to the heart." He glanced at the bloodstained edge of the white paper fan, and said, "Shall we bet whether I can make you talk before all ten of your fingers are completely cut off?"

Having said this, he stood less than ten centimeters away from Seamus Jackson, holding the paper fan.

Their eyes locked!

They could even hear each other’s breathing.

"In my waistband... there’s a walkie-talkie." Finally, Seamus Jackson felt a chill down his spine.

He gave in.

The indifference shining in Scott Davis’s eyes instilled fear and terror in him.

Those cold, hellish eyes were simply unbearable to look into.

"Good, I like people who cooperate." Scott Davis gestured, and the underlings from the Seventh Route quickly found the walkie-talkie on Seamus Jackson’s waist.

"Where are the people?" Scott Davis asked cheerily.

He was dressed in a white robe, as elegant as an ancient scholar.

Yet, his actions were akin to those of a butcher in a meat market.

A smile that concealed a knife.

And the knife was exceedingly sharp.

"Rat Town, at the entrance..." Seamus Jackson bowed his head, his eyes still somewhat vacant.

"You, tell them to come out."

Scott Davis took out his phone, waited for a moment, and then calmly said, "At the entrance of Rat Town, kill all the members from the Ninth Route."

After speaking, he picked up the walkie-talkie and placed it near Seamus Jackson’s mouth.

"I’ve been exposed, get out of here!"

Seamus Jackson yelled with all his might.

But Scott Davis showed no reaction, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Very good." He nodded, crushing the walkie-talkie in his hand, "Thank you for exposing him."

Swish!

With that said, he waved his paper fan.

Seamus Jackson’s head fell to the ground.

"Let’s go to the city gates and enjoy the show. Lyman Davenport said he’s washing his hands of the underworld and doesn’t want to kill today."

Scott Davis walked away with his hands clasped behind his back and said, "But I don’t buy it!"

"Mr. Casey is probably going to break his record, right?" a Seventh Route underling muttered softly.

"If Lyman Davenport hears that, you’ll become his favorite tonight. By morning, you’ll be his breakfast." Scott Davis smiled and left the bustling area.

Only Seamus Jackson’s body was left on the ground.

Along with the still-warm fresh blood.

"Retreat!"

At the entrance of Rat Town, Howie Will heard Seamus Jackson’s words, a chill running up his spine!

Something was indeed amiss!

No sooner had he spoken than an underling couldn’t help but turn and run.

Whoosh!

The sound of the weapon box.

At the entrance of Rat Town, someone rode a tall horse, holding a weapon box.

The darts that killed the Ninth Route underlings were shot from this very weapon box.

"Is my aim accurate?" Lyman Davenport carried the weapon box, looking at his subordinates.

"Master’s secret technique is extremely accurate, truly a rebirth of Tristan Davenport!"

"What’s Tristan Davenport compared to? Our Mr. Casey’s secret techniques far surpass his!"

The subordinates competed to flatter him.

"A bunch of fools, who said I don’t use weapons? Am I an idiot? Not using weapons is simply because those waste materials don’t deserve it!"

Lyman Davenport said with a cold laugh while riding a horse, "I’ve heard that the opponent is Hagan Marsh’s eldest son. Today, I smashed the golden basin; I must take him down!"

"Drive!"

He shouted loudly, charging alone towards the position of Howie Will and others.

Meanwhile, one kilometer away.

Nicholas Pendleton was leading thousands of men from the Ninth Route, standing their ground.

Next to him, Julius Reed held a longbow, with a golden quiver on his back.

"When do we move out?"

Nicholas Pendleton asked.

"Wait. Wait for someone to screw up."

Julius Reed gently stroked the carvings on the bow, squinting his eyes slightly.