Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1369: Taking Down the Flag

"Boss Finch Jackson, is this really proper?"

Wind Dragon chuckled from the side: "After all, every grievance has its source, and every debt its debtor. This gentleman here... Commander Marsh’s foster son, is unrelated to this matter. Unless, he was the one who tipped off that young man and allowed him to escape."

Upon hearing this, Nicholas Pendleton’s heart sank!

Damn it!

He was about to be set up.

On the surface, Wind Dragon seemed to be pleading on his behalf.

But in reality, he was just kicking a man when he was down!

What a mean-faced wretch!

As expected.

Upon hearing this, Finch Jackson’s mouth curled into a faint smile: "I, Finch Jackson, always handle matters fairly."

He walked up to Nicholas Pendleton, and asked indifferently: "Are you content with this decision? If not, just say so. I, Finch Jackson, have always relied on virtue to convince others, so as not to spread rumors that I’ve bullied you."

Do I have a choice?

The resistance of the weak was so negligible.

"Fair!" Nicholas Pendleton raised his head, straightened his back, his face was determined: "No matter what, the person who hurt Young Master Dragon last night was a friend of Nicholas Pendleton."

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing his arm, and stretched it in front of Wind Dragon: "Please! I, Nicholas Pendleton, am fully convinced!"

"Third Master!"

The underlings of The Nine Airs came crowding around, shielding Nicholas Pendleton behind them.

"Commander is not here, you are the face of The Nine Airs! If someone chops off a hand, how can the brothers of The Nine Airs continue to get by outside?"

"A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated! If they dare, let them wipe out The Nine Airs! Even if it’s in hell, we brothers can still hold our heads high!"

At this moment, the previously disunited Nine Airs suddenly showed tremendous solidarity.

"Hehe, truly touching brotherhood, it moves me!" Finch Jackson clapped his hands, a cold sneer on his face: "Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish! Anyway, Commander Marsh will give me an explanation."

After finishing his words, he waved his hand.

The litter bearers all pulled out their weapons.

"Stand down!"

Nicholas Pendleton’s face was ashen.

They were no match for Finch Jackson, and carrying on this way would only lead to greater losses!

"Third Master..."

"Stand down!"

Nicholas Pendleton commanded with an undeniable tone: "If you don’t back off, I’ll take my own life!"

After speaking, he took out a box of hidden weapons from his waist and pressed it against his own head.

Resistance might be useful against some people.

But they were up against Finch Jackson!

The power of Ghost Market was immense, and even Hagan Marsh might not be able to keep them safe here.

What purpose could the underlings of The Nine Airs serve besides dying?

Better to minimize the losses.

Nicholas Pendleton was starting to regret.

If he hadn’t tipped off that message just now, maybe he could have remained intact...

"Sigh." He sighed, closing his eyes.

There are not so many ’ifs’ in the world, better to get past the current crisis first.

"Boss Finch Jackson, thank you for supporting Lowell Tennyson!" Chris Tennysons nodded in satisfaction, his tone light and breezy: "There are always some who do not know their own strength. It’s just a pity that the culprit wasn’t captured."

"Mister Tennyson, you’re too polite. You are a guest of Ghost Boss, this is what I should do," Finch Jackson nodded slightly, his tone suddenly much more amiable: "Rest assured, within the bounds of Swimming City, that kid won’t be able to escape. I’ve already dispatched people to surveil the docks; the moment he shows his face, he’s as good as dead."

"Good! Very good!"

Chris Tennysons exclaimed cheerfully: "I await the good news!"

And on Wind Dragon’s face, there was an intense thrill of excitement!

The excitement of revenge!

As a favored child of heaven, he had an arm severed by someone, and his heart had long turned bitter!

Today, being able to avenge himself, he wished he could flay his enemy alive!

Nicholas Pendleton was an accomplice in his eyes, and Wind Dragon resented him!

He resented everyone!

He even resented the injustice of the world for ruining his brilliant future!

What Hagan Marsh’s foster son?

What interim representative of The Nine Airs?

Slap!

Wind Dragon swung out a hand, viciously striking Nicholas Pendleton’s face.

"How did you speak to me last night?"

Backed by Finch Jackson, he wished he could decapitate Nicholas Pendleton!

"Young Master Dragon, I apologize. I was blind, not to recognize you as a guest of Boss Finch Jackson," Nicholas Pendleton clenched his teeth, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Such a lowlife!

If not worried about implicating his brothers behind him, he would truly wish to kill this disabled man in front of him!

The power of leveraging others!

Such trash!

"Is that so?" Wind Dragon fell from heaven to hell in just one night!

Full of resentment, he acted with extreme venom.

To him, the person in front was an accomplice.

With Finch Jackson’s support, Wind Dragon really didn’t care.

"Do you understand now?" He slowly drew his longsword from his waist.

His right hand, the one he was accustomed to using.

For over twenty years!

But now, he was forced to practice with his left hand.

Wind Dragon held the bitterly cold longsword in his left hand and slowly raised it.

"For your one arm, that’s not too much to ask, right?"

"Not too much," Nicholas Pendleton said coldly.

"Good!" Wind Dragon’s mouth trembled wildly: "Then go and die!"

Having said that, he fiercely chopped towards Nicholas Pendleton’s head!

Chris Tennysons slightly furrowed his brow but quickly pretended to be indifferent.

Finch Jackson also did not intervene.

If he died, he would just have to explain to Ghost Boss and Hagan Marsh.

In the moment he struck with his sword, Wind Dragon’s eyes contained a trace of relief!

Clang!

Suddenly—

A flash of firelight zipped by.

Wind Dragon’s sharp sword trembled violently, repelling him three or four meters back!

"Who!"

Finch Jackson turned around, looking coldly at the nearby area.

"Heard you were looking for me?" Julius Reed strolled over with his hands clasped behind his back.

It was he who had flicked a pebble, forcing Wind Dragon’s sword back.

"It’s you!"

Sworn enemies meeting, their eyes burnt with fury!

Wind Dragon trembled with rage, grinding his teeth!

His eyes also seemed to be bloodshot!

Anger!

Humiliation!

And madness!

Wind Dragon grasped his sword and charged directly at Julius Reed!

"You’ve ruined me!"

He bellowed!

"Come back!"

Damari Tennyson’s expression changed slightly, and he hurried after him!

The opponent was too strong; Wind Dragon, with one hand severed, stood no chance in a fight.

But where would Wind Dragon care about that?

Hatred had long taken over his reason.

Slap!

Julius Reed reached out with his right hand and directly seized Wind Dragon’s wrist!

Then, his right foot kicked fiercely!

Crack!

Wind Dragon’s knee cap shattered, and he knelt on the ground!

A wailing cry followed!

At the same time!

Damari Tennyson’s longsword flew forward!

Swish!

Julius Reed sidestepped and flicked the middle finger of his right hand against the sword’s edge!

Whine!

Accompanied by a mournful sound, Damari Tennyson was squarely slapped in the chest by Julius Reed!

The whole person was sent flying backward!

"I really don’t understand what courage you have to come looking for me."

Julius Reed stood in front of Wind Dragon and said expressionlessly: "Just now, you slapped him with your left hand."

Nicholas Pendleton trembled from afar, slowly lifting his numb head.

In his eyes, hatred lingered.

"Not only did I slap him, but I also want to kill him!" Wind Dragon roared like a madman!

"I’m sorry, but you can’t do that anymore." With a light step of his left foot, Julius Reed sent the longsword in Wind Dragon’s hand flying into the air!

Spurt!

He cut off his left hand!

"Little Dragon!"

Damari Tennyson’s eyes were split with rage!

For a swordsman, losing both hands is more agonizing than death!

"Stop!" Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Finch Jackson quickly spoke out and pointed to the flag behind him: "Young man, do you recognize that flag?"

Julius Reed did not respond.

He weighed the longsword in his hand and suddenly hurled it forward! freewebnøvel.coɱ

Crack!

The flagpole was directly cut down.