Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1376: The Way

"Bro, no need to say more!" Mr. Hundson blinked, sweat dripping down his chin incessantly. "I get it! I understand!"

"Good, I prefer smart people."

Julius Reed sheathed the Sword of Hell, looking indifferently at Mr. Hundson: "If you try any tricks, I’ll definitely kill you. Let’s go, don’t waste time."

"Okay!"

In the face of danger, survival is Mr. Hundson’s top priority.

No one isn’t afraid to die.

The higher you stand, the less willing you are to perish.

"Mr. Hundson!"

Not far away, the disciples of the Unbeatable Divine Hall began to swarm around them.

The burly men, each holding a long knife, eyed the two of them aggressively.

"Release our big brother!"

Someone voiced out sharply.

"Scram! All of you, scram!" Mr. Hundson was startled, these fools, were they trying to push him onto the path of death?

"How have I taught you on normal days? Now scram!" He waved his hands hastily, the burly men reluctantly retreated but continued to maintain distance from the two.

Mr. Hundson had always warned his men that if one day he was captured, they must listen to the instructions of the captor.

Surviving is the most important!

The loudest heckler was already noted by Mr. Hundson.

Once they were out of danger, the first one he would chop would be that burly man.

Dammit!

He’s eyeing my position!

"Hero, the Unbeatable Divine Hall headquarters is thirty kilometers from here, shall we take a car?" After Mr. Hundson finished speaking, he worried that Julius Reed might misinterpret his intention, so he quickly explained: "It’s really far, I swear!"

"I am a friend of your boss," Julius Reed said unabashedly: "You know very well, now these people reporting back to headquarters, when we arrive at the Unbeatable Divine Hall, there might already be a trap waiting for us."

He waved his hand: "Let’s go, I won’t kill you, just lead the way."

"Hero, you really have guts!" Mr. Hundson was initially stunned, then expressed sincere admiration: "Since that’s the case, brother won’t resort to any sneaky tactics, I’ll take you there directly. If your intentions are hostile, the Unbeatable Divine Hall will surely detain you. If you indeed are a friend of the War God, then it’s only right for me to guide you."

Coming across such a forthright and refreshing person, Mr. Hundson was somewhat surprised.

But, he genuinely admired and respected such individuals from the bottom of his heart.

On the outskirts of the barren field, there was a row of vehicles.

Uniformly modified cars.

The body was covered in rust, outfitted with machine guns and artillery turrets.

The tyres were wrapped with chains, and the hubs were welded with spiked blades.

Wasteland road warriors.

These combat vehicles might look unattractive, but their effectiveness in real battle is quite strong.

Ordinary cars would be vulnerable to their pursuit, having their tires easily slashed.

After getting into the car, Julius Reed closed his eyes to rest.

Mr. Hundson took the driver’s seat, driving himself.

The followers behind were on the phones, frantically calling, reporting to headquarters.

But this was all insignificant.

Julius Reed didn’t care.

Mr. Hundson cared even less.

The headquarters of the Unbeatable Divine Hall is like an inescapable net.

If the enemy is delivering themselves to death, what is there to fear?

The car drove out of the desolate road and heaved into the woods.

Though the mountain road was bumpy, the combat vehicle’s suspension was extremely comfortable, handling the complex terrain with ease.

On the central control screen of the car, there was a red dot.

After getting into the car, Mr. Hundson entered a string of passwords into the screen, and immediately the red dot changed position, eventually locking on.

The location marked by the red dot should be the headquarters of the Unbeatable Divine Hall.

The journey was silent.

About half an hour later, the weeds suddenly became sparse.

The road began to smoothen.

"Five more minutes until we arrive at the headquarters of the Unbeatable Divine Hall," Mr. Hundson said, a little nervous.

Even though the young man in front of him promised not to kill him, how could one easily trust an enemy’s words?

If after reaching their destination he gets slaughtered, Mr. Hundson would indeed suffer a great loss.

"I won’t kill you," Julius Reed looked ahead, speaking leisurely: "Focus on driving."

Who could imagine, amidst the mountaintop, there would be buildings?

All of these buildings only had two floors and were built with the same layout.

As the combat vehicle passed by the buildings, warriors wielding guns came out.

Following behind them.

The deeper inside, the more people there were.

Finally, the vehicle stopped in front of a straw hut.

The location of the straw hut was on the back mountain.

It was also the only path leading to the mountain peak from there.

Swimming City was surrounded by mountains.

Yet, the situation of the mountains was more complex than the outside world.

The peak where the Unbeatable Divine Hall stood was as if it had been cut off sharply, with only a narrow path available to climb up arduously.

And the straw hut was sitting right here.

The straw hut, built of mud mixed with grass sticks, formed a stark contrast with the buildings along the road.

It was unimaginable that, in the 21st century, there would still be such unique architecture.

Indeed simple and without adornment.

"Sir, we’ve arrived." Mr. Hundson pushed open the car door, jumped straight down from the vehicle, and disappeared into the crowd.

Unbeknownst to them, hundreds of people had already surrounded the battle car.

Every one of them was holding a weapon.

"I heard you wanted to see me?"

From inside the straw hut, a male voice emerged.

The voice was hoarse and carried an indifferent tone.

"Correct!" Julius Reed stepped down from the battle car, looked towards the dilapidated straw hut with a smile, and spoke: "Come out for a meeting?"

"You are not worthy to see me." A moment later, an indifferent voice came from within the hut. "A dead man has no way to see me."

No sooner had the man finished speaking than the warriors surrounding him quickly seized their weapons, aiming at Julius Reed.

It seemed that with just one command, these individuals would turn this unexpected guest into a sieve.

"Not worthy?" Julius Reed shook his head, abruptly pulled out the bone sword from his waist!

Then, with a flick of his middle finger!

Ghost Fire, like a drizzling mist, was flicked by Julius Reed onto the straw hut.

The next moment!

The hut burst into sky-high flames!

Boom!

The instant the flames ignited, the straw hut exploded!

A man holding a Longsword angrily walked out from the inside.

"Why burn my house!" The man pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, anger in his tone.

The surrounding warriors dared not make any rash moves.

"Who would have thought, the mighty Vein Holder of the Unbeatable Divine Hall would hide in a straw hut like a shrinking turtle." Julius Reed sheathed his bone sword, carefully sizing up the man in front of him.

The man was dressed in black, his hair stirred without wind, and his face bore several scars which somehow looked harmonious.

The man slightly lowered his head, his two eyes glinting at Julius Reed.

His right hand’s middle finger kept tapping on the hilt of his sword.

Finally.

He opened his mouth to ask: "Who are you."

"It’s him!"

From within the crowd, the grandma rushed out like a mad person, pointing at Julius Reed and shouting: "War God! It’s him! The one who poisoned me, it’s him!"

Seeing the familiar face, the grandma sneered: "Never would have thought, I would not need to search hard because you’d come to me on your own! Quick, give me the antidote!"

At this moment, the grandma no longer possessed the prestige she had in front of the city gate the day before.

The poison made her body deteriorate, and her face was covered with blisters.

She looked every bit a monster.

"Oh? It was you." The Vein Holder looked up with a sneer; "Indeed, enemies often cross each other’s path. I’ve been searching for you for days, yet here you are, delivering yourself to me."

"Hand over the antidote!" Longing was present in the grandma’s eyes.

This poison was causing her unbearable pain!

"There is no antidote." Julius Reed shook his head, spread his hands out helplessly and said: "There really isn’t."

"You!"

"However, I do have a way to end your suffering." Julius Reed interrupted the grandma’s words, her face filled with joy. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"What way!"

The grandma asked excitedly.

She was in pain and tormented!

"To kill you!"

Phut!

The moment he finished speaking, Julius Reed’s Longsword was drawn.

The grandma’s head fell to the ground.

"The dead feel no pain." Julius Reed said coldly.