Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1368: Boss Finch Jackson

Having received a bit of news from Elwood Thorneycroft, Julius Reed finally felt somewhat relieved.

At the very least, Quella Radcliffe was temporarily safe.

The reason he trusted Elwood Thorneycroft was that from dawn to nine in the morning, Julius had received over a dozen phone calls.

Every time he answered, there was a barrage of swearing on the other end.

Obscenities like "damn men, men are no good, drop dead," kept pouring out of the receiver continuously.

This was exactly what Elwood Thorneycroft had described.

Moreover, Terry Moore and Karen were already near Hidden Tennyson Villa, and it was estimated that they could make it up the mountain before the morning passed.

Before Julius left, he not only gave Elwood Thorneycroft a beating but also bound her tightly with sturdy steel chains.

This woman was an important member of the royal lineage—it was better to be cautious.

What’s more, Julius possessed the golden command, and under no circumstances could he allow the true master to appear.

"General Grove!"

Before ten o’clock, the shout of Nicholas Pendleton came from outside the courtyard.

It sounded very anxious.

"I’m here." Julius Reed, who was waiting in the courtyard for news from Terry Moore, responded upon hearing Nicholas Pendleton calling for him.

Could it be, there was movement from Swimming City?

Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have been so soon.

After all, Xander Cook was one of the controllers of Swimming City.

The treatment of him could not be rashly carried out.

Furthermore, the bombing incident at Rat Town had extremely bad repercussions.

The City Lord’s Mansion would definitely have to conduct repeated investigations to provide an explanation to everyone.

"General Grove!" Upon hearing the response, Nicholas Pendleton ran over quickly, panting as he spoke, "The group you beat up last night, they’ve come back!"

"What’s the situation?"

Julius Reed unhooked the Divine Dragon Tripod from his waist and took a sip of water.

The Divine Dragon Tripod, bolstered by Evil Qi, spared him the expense of a thermos.

"It seems they want to settle the score with you! My suggestion is for you to lay low for a while. I’ve already had my men explain that you left overnight," Nicholas Pendleton said, appearing gravely concerned.

"There’s no need." Julius shook his head, his fingers gently tapping the marble tabletop, "If they come once, I’ll beat them once."

How dare the likes of Lowell Tennyson try to arm-wrestle with me?

Indeed, having kept a low profile for too long, others seem to have forgotten how strong I am.

But what Julius had always believed was that, even setting aside his identity as the Holy Master, even as an ordinary person, he must make everyone fear him.

If he is Solaris Grove, then Solaris Grove is invincible.

If he is Karen, then Karen is unbeaten.

Name and title, they entirely depend on one’s own strength.

The reason why the Holy Master is feared is not because of the title, but because Julius Reed, as the Holy Master, was once invincible.

"General Grove, this time it’s not like before, Ghost Boss’s people have come with them!" Nicholas Pendleton swallowed, clearly disconcerted, "Mr. Ghost, we can’t afford to offend! Even Commander Marsh has to give him some respect!"

"Then if you block for me, won’t you be implicated?" Julius Reed looked up, his gaze mockingly playful as he fixed it on Nicholas Pendleton.

As expected.

After Lowell Tennyson got in touch with Ghost Seven, they brought someone to back them up and came to seek justice.

But those old veterans, would they believe Nicholas Pendleton’s words?

It’s unlikely.

If Julius simply took off, Nicholas Pendleton would certainly be implicated.

He hadn’t expected that this Ninth Route member before him was actually a man of loyalty and righteousness.

This was indeed rare.

"It’s nothing, I’m Commander Marsh’s only adopted son, they won’t give me trouble." As he uttered these words, a flicker of fear crossed Nicholas Pendleton’s eyes, but it was quickly concealed.

"Alright, then I’ll leave first." Julius stood up, drank the last of the goji berry water in the flask, and advised, "Take care of yourself."

"Sure!"

Nicholas Pendleton nodded emphatically, sweat slowly beading on his forehead.

Seeing Julius turn to leave, he took a deep breath, his eyes filled with struggle!

It was as if he was contemplating a significant decision.

After stamping his foot decisively, he walked in another direction.

At this moment.

Rat Town, on the outskirts of a temporary encampment setup by the Ninth Route.

A group of Ninth Route lackeys were blocking the entrance to the large camp, confronting the people in front of them.

"Are you deaf to my words?"

At the camp entrance, there was a large sedan chair carried by eight men.

The sedan chair had no top, and a man in black clothes was seated inside.

The man had a cold expression, seeming to look down on everyone.

Next to him stood Wind Dragon, whose arm had been chopped off, and a group of others such as those from Lowell Tennyson.

"Move aside."

The man waved his hand irritably and said, "Don’t waste my time."

Yet the Ninth Route henchmen didn’t budge, staunchly blocking the entrance to the camp.

The man’s brow furrowed tightly, his killing intent suddenly clear.

Pointing to a black flag behind him, he said coldly, "Do you recognize what this is?"

The flag was pure black, with only the character ’Ghost’ on it.

The flag of Ghost Boss from Swimming City’s Ghost Market.

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To see the flag was to see the person.

However, the Ninth Route lackeys remained silent.

"Very well!" The man smiled and nodded, his eyes flashing a chilling light.

"Mr. Finch Jackson, allow me to take action for you!" Damari Tennyson from Lowell Tennyson came forward, volunteering himself, "These people, it seems, only recognize the argument of swords."

"No need." The man named Finch Jackson reached behind with his right hand and pulled out a box of concealed weapons.

The opening of the box was aimed at those stubborn lackeys in front of him.

"Boss Finch Jackson!"

Just as the man was about to open the box, a voice came from the crowd.

"Make way!"

Nicholas Pendleton shouted as he made his way through the path the Ninth Route lackeys cleared, running up to the man.

He knelt on one knee.

"Nicholas Pendleton, the adopted son of Commander Marsh from the Ninth Route, pays his respects to Boss Finch Jackson!"

Pendleton spoke with utmost respect.

The man before him was Finch Jackson, one of the four major managers under Mr. Ghost.

The Ghost Market was vast, typically divided into East, West, South, and North districts.

And the four managers were the ones in charge of these districts.

Within the Ghost Market, aside from Mr. Ghost, these four had the most esteemed status.

Hearing that Finch Jackson himself had arrived, Pendleton was deeply worried.

He never would have imagined that this group of sword enthusiasts could be so prestigious!

Enough to have a manager dispatched by Mr. Ghost to meet them.

"Nicholas Pendleton?" Finch Jackson leaned slightly forward, scrutinizing Pendleton kneeling before him with disdain, "I don’t know you."

"With your high position and authority, Boss Finch Jackson, naturally, you wouldn’t remember someone like me," Pendleton’s face turned red with embarrassment, but he still forced a smile and said, "May I ask what brings Boss Finch Jackson here this time?"

No matter what, he was the person set to succeed Hagan Marsh.

Finch Jackson’s words were frankly a slap in the face.

But Pendleton was helpless to respond.

The other party certainly had the confidence to back it up.

In Swimming City, the strong ruled.

"Mr. Pendleton, we are here for a person!" Wind Dragon stepped out of the crowd, lifting his severed arm, his gaze cold, "Please hand over the person who injured me last night!"

"The one... who injured you last night?" Pendleton smacked his thigh, annoyed, "He must have realized the trouble he caused; he fled in the night! I sent people after him this morning, but there has been no result so far."

"He ran?"

Wind Dragon sneered, speaking viciously, "How convenient! Mr. Finch Jackson, please make a decision on my behalf!"

Having said that, he turned and bowed deeply to Finch Jackson.

"Simple."

Finch Jackson waved his hand and the sedan chair was immediately lowered.

"If the person ran away, then cut off one of his hands. If one is not enough, then cut off both," Finch Jackson stepped down from the sedan, casually walking up to Pendleton, and said indifferently, "How does that sound? Fair, right?"