Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Chapter 196: Can ‘t Walk Out the Front Door?

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“Mr. Abbott, this matter doesn’t concern you. If you insist on getting involved, I won’t stop you. But you’d better think through the consequences,”

Irving Harris said leisurely from his wheelchair.

With a wave of his hand, an employee immediately handed him a cigar, which he lit.

“Hiss! ”

After taking a deep drag on the cigar, Irving Harris slowly exhaled the smoke: “I came to you today indeed to settle old scores. But you, Abbott Brother, are a local strongman in your own right, and I am a man of wealth, I will give you all the face you’re due.”

After finishing his words, he pointed his cigar-holding finger at Julius Reed: “As for him, there’s no way he’s leaving here alive today.”

“Mr. Abbott, we all know each other. Don’t push me too far!”

Cesar Pendleton, seeing that Irving Harris was backing him up, immediately felt emboldened.

If he had been alone, he might still fear Miguel Abbott, but with the alliance of two groups, the situation had completely turned around.

“I’m not going to live?”

Julius Reed pointed at himself and chuckled: “Do you, Irving Harris, tell fortunes?”

“On the brink of death, and you can still laugh? You’ve got quite the attitude. But, in fact, I, Irving Harris, am the king of hell himself! Today, if I say you won’t live, you won’t! Even if the Jade Emperor himself comes, he can’t change this reality!”

Irving Harris took another puff of his cigar, his eyes squinting, concealing his thoughts.

“And what if I manage to leave here alive? What will your response be?” Julius Reed countered.

“That’s impossible! But if you do survive today, I’ll call you ‘big brother’, and wherever I meet you in the future, I’ll show you respect and call out ‘big brother’. How’s that?”

Irving Harris’s tone was laced with mockery, clearly speaking of an impossibility.

“Heh heh! If you can walk out of here alive, step outside that door, I, Cesar Pendleton, will lick your shoes one more time.

Cesar Pendleton also joined in the mockery.

In their eyes, Julius Reed was as good as dead.

“Oh! Then please step aside, I need to get going!”

Julius Reed nodded and walked out from behind Miguel Abbott.

“Mr. Reed, don’t act rashly out of pride!”

Miguel Abbott’s brow furrowed, but Julius Reed acted as though he heard nothing, heading straight for Irving Harris.

“Protect the boss!”

At the shout, Irving Harris’s men immediately surrounded them, looking ready to strike.

Just then, Julius Reed’s phone rang.

He glanced down at it, then with a smile, said to Irving Harris: “Would you mind making way?

“Ha ha! You think you’re capable? Then let’s see you walk out of here on your own!”

Irving Harris tossed his cigar to the ground, a playful look in his eyes.

Really walk out of here?

Unless the sun rises from the west.

“Alright.”

Julius Reed didn’t say anything more but answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Daddy! Save me… Irving… is that you, Irving! Let us go quickly!”

From the phone came the plea of a mother and child, the child clearly terrified, breaking into sobs.

The woman, despite her calmness, already had a hoarse voice.

“Zayn, Joseph!”

Hearing the plea, Irving Harris abruptly stood up from his chair. With one leg disabled, he nearly toppled over.

Fortunately, his bodyguards were quick enough to catch him as he fell from his wheelchair.

“Husband, save us!”

Upon hearing Irving Harris’s voice, the woman on the phone started screaming.

“Bastards! Dare to touch my family!”

Stimulated by his wife’s cry, Irving Harris pointed at Julius Reed: “If you harm them at all, I’ll make sure you’re buried with me!”

His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body shook with rage.

“Is that so? Then show me your dart-throwing skills.”

Julius Reed shrugged his shoulders and said into the phone with a smile: “Give them a little stretch.”

Smack! Smack!

Following a burst of fighting noises from inside, the boy’s cries grew even more intense.

‘Go to hell!”

Irving Harris clenched his jaw, seething with rage!

His finger almost pressed down, but then it hovered there, motionless.

If he launched the dart, it was likely that his wife and child’s lives would be over as well.

That Irving Harris could reach his current position was naturally related to his strong state of mind.

Even in the face of such anger, he still managed to restrain himself and maintain a cool head.

“If you don’t throw the dart, I’m going to leave.”

Julius Reed put away his phone and strolled leisurely towards the door.

Without their big brother’s word, the other employees stepped aside, creating a clear path.

Just as Julius Reed was about to reach the entrance of the Pearl on the Water, Cesar Pendleton picked up a wooden stick, ready to charge at him.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the sound of a dart rang out.

The marble floor tile half a meter in front of Cesar Pendleton was pierced with a hole.

The space fell quiet instantly.

“Bro Harris, what do you mean by this?”

Cesar Pendleton stood stunned for a long while before slowly turning to look at Irving Harris.

If they let Julius Reed leave, wouldn’t that make what he said earlier come true?

But now, Irving Harris had interfered like this! “My wife and kids are in his hands, what do you want me to do!” Irving Harris roared, feeling an indescribable rage. “Bro Harris, your villa is heavily guarded; how could he get in?”

Cesar Pendleton asked with furrowed brows.

When he had visited the Eight-in-One earlier that day, he was surprised by the security!

There seemed to be patrols at every few steps. There were countless visible and hidden guards, and ordinary people would be detected long before they could get close to the villa.

And Irving Harris’s wife and children were at the very center; there was no way Julius Reed could have gotten near them.

Triggered by his words, Irving Harris also began to realize the situation.

In his desperation to save his loved ones, he had hardly given it any thought.

Now, it seemed very possible that the other party was just bluffing.

He immediately took out his phone and called his wife, Zayn Leopold.

“Mr. Harris, it seems you truly have an astonishing confidence! With such poor security, do you really think you can stop us?”

An unfamiliar male voice came through the phone.

Irving Harris’s hand shook, nearly dropping the phone to the ground.

“Who are you! What do you want! I warn you…”

“If I were you, Mr. Harris, I would cooperate nicely with Mr. Reed. As long as he is satisfied, your wife and children will naturally be safe. You are well aware of Mr. Reed’s style, he stands by his word and never breaks a promise!”

The man laughed coldly, speaking ominously, “But if he isn’t satisfied, you’d better be ready for a coffin!” “Beep beep beep!”

The phone was hung up once again.

Irving Harris felt a shock in his heart, and his only good leg began to tremble.

His villa was fortified, and his bodyguards were top-notch.

And they were breached without a trace?

He could not accept it, dialing his security team leader’s number once more.

“Are you annoying or what! I’ll say it one last time, if Mr. Reed is not satisfied, prepare to collect the bodies!” The man’s voice was heard again.

Clatter!

The phone in Irving Harris’s hand fell to the ground, and he stood there, dumbfounded..