Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 281:
Chapter 281: Chapter 280: Fool_1
Translator: 549690339
Both sides believed the other had reinforcements, so they sought a quick battle, not wanting to drag out the fight.
Especially when Maurice Springs saw the large number of bodyguards standing behind Idriss, his pressure doubled.
He knew that Julius Reed had colluded with some tycoons in Five-river Province and subconsciously thought these people were helpers sent by those merchants.
Ultimately, not fighting on his own turf, Maurice Springs only thought about killing quickly and then returning to Deep Cold to report.
Having betrayed Willson Pavilion, he had already been pursued by the organization, with a Killing Order personally signed by Amadeus Fairbanks.
This made him feel that every moment he stayed outside, the danger increased.
Idriss’s thoughts were almost the same as Maurice Springs’s. Facing such a strong opponent, especially in Five-river Province, the dragon cannot crush the local snake, a principle he understood well.
His main task was not to kill Julius Reed, but to ensure the safety of Benson Michael.
With the power of the Michael Family, killing a young man with a relatively weak background was easy!
But Benson Michael was the Michael Family’s only son, and no mishap could be tolerated!
“I see you also wish for a swift resolution. Why don’t we have a direct duel?”
Idriss removed his jacket, and his muscles started to bulge!
“That’s exactly my intention!”
Maurice Springs planted his Longsword into the ground, twisted his neck, and took a deep breath, “Ultimately, a fight to the death must be had, let’s make it count!”
Both men put down their weapons, ready to use the most practical moves in a desperate fight.
“Please enlighten me!”
Wham!
Idriss shot forward with a powerful push of his feet, reaching Maurice Springs in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind!
And Maurice Springs did not even try to dodge, nor did he defend. Instead, he chose to smash his fists fiercely into Idriss’s chest!
Whoosh!
The violent collision immediately separated the two!
Blood seeped from the corner of Maurice Springs’s mouth, and his body also trembled slightly.
“Puh!”
Idriss spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered against a nearby car.
“Who exactly are you!”
His eyes were full of shock.
This punch had shattered three of his ribs, an occurrence that was previously impossible!
Idriss, having been raised in Martial Temple and later returning to secular life, had cultivated the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt techniques. Ordinary human strength could not harm him in the slightest.
This was also why Idriss dared to directly clash with Maurice Springs.
With the Iron Shirt technique he had practiced for years, a punch would at most cause internal injury, but not harm to the bones.
But he never expected his ribs to be broken, and the flow of energy in his body to start becoming chaotic.
“The former manager of Willson Pavilion’s Far East Branch… uh…”
As he spoke, Maurice Springs felt blood surging in his chest, and his complexion started turning pale.
“Manager of the Far East Branch, currently in charge of Deep Cold Far East, deputy chief.”
Having said this, Maurice Springs slowly closed his eyes and adjusted the extremely disordered energy within his body.
“Willson Pavilion? Deep Cold?”
Hearing these two names, Idriss’s eyes widened: “I didn’t expect you to be so significant!”
As a martial artist, he naturally had heard of Willson Pavilion and Deep Cold. However, according to past knowledge, these two were bitter enemies.
“Now that you know I’m not a nobody, you can die with your eyes closed!”
Without giving Idriss a chance to catch his breath, Maurice Springs sprang out like a cheetah, his fists thundering forward again!
Seeing this, Idriss also summoned all his strength, desperately resisting!
Bang!
Maurice Springs’s fists smashed into Idriss’s arms, the tremendous force flipping over the Mercedes sedan behind him!
“Ah!”
Several bodyguards who couldn’t dodge in time were crushed under the car, emitting painful cries.
“Quick, take the young master and leave!”
Idriss roared, his hands gripping Maurice Springs’s arms.
Knowing he was no match, he could only try his best to hold off the enemy, buying time for Benson Michael’s escape.
“Want to leave? Impossible! You all must die!”
Maurice Springs also exerted all his strength, directly twisting Idriss’s arms!
“Crack!”
Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, Idriss’s arms dangled limply; he’d completely lost the ability to fight.
Although struggling against a monster like Julius Reed, Maurice Springs found it fairly manageable against an opponent like Idriss—with some injuries, the situation still wasn’t too bad.
“Spill it! Where’s Julius Reed?”
Maurice Springs grabbed Idriss by the neck with one hand and hoisted him up.
“I don’t… don’t know…”
How would Idriss know Julius Reed’s whereabouts?
“Since you won’t talk, then die!”
Maurice Springs forcefully twisted, snapping Idriss’s neck on the spot.
Benson Michael, on the ground, had long turned deathly pale from fear.
“Don’t kill me…”
If even a formidable expert like Idriss couldn’t escape death, how could Benson Michael not be afraid?
He tried to stand up and run, but his legs gave out, sending him crashing to the floor.
“Protect the young master!”
Seeing this, the bodyguards ran over despite their fear, and formed a circle in front of Benson Michael.
“You all have to die!”
Maurice Springs frowned slightly, blood surging to his throat, but he fought to keep it down with all his might.
Idriss was strong, and had injured him to the core.
“All of you go to hell!”
Maurice Springs leaped into the air, pulled the Longsword out of the ground, and in an instant arrived in front of the bodyguards!
Splurt!
A flash of silver, and several men fell into puddles of their own blood.
Whoosh!
In a critical moment, a bodyguard quickly drew his gun and aimed at Maurice Springs, firing!
Although Maurice Springs tried to dodge, a lack of strength resulted in his arm being pierced by the cold dart!
Splurt!
At the same time, he decapitated the bodyguard with a single stroke.
“My family has a lot of money, I can give you money, please don’t kill me…”
When had Benson Michael ever witnessed such carnage?
He lay on the ground, body shaking uncontrollably, even his tongue seemed to knot.
“Please, spare my life! I’ll agree to any terms if you let me go!”
Benson Michael’s tone was pleading; he even mustered his last bit of strength to kneel before Maurice Springs, repeatedly kowtowing.
“Since you chose to help Julius Reed, you should be prepared to die!”
Maurice Springs slowly raised the Longsword, his voice cold as ice.
“What? I came to kill him!”
Hearing this, Benson Michael looked up, his eyes wide and filled with disbelief.
“What did you say?”
Maurice Springs was equally shocked.
Wasn’t this Julius Reed’s mentioned helper?
“Aren’t you his senior brother?”
Benson Michael had heard it loud and clear: Julius Reed said his senior brother would come to help.
If this man wasn’t Julius Reed’s senior brother, then why was he bent on fighting to the death?
“Idiot!”
Maurice Springs, furious, slashed out with his sword!
Thud!
Benson Michael’s eyes widened as he collapsed to the ground.
“Julius Reed! I will find you, whether you’re in heaven or earth!”
Maurice Springs roared, gripping his sword as he disappeared into the darkness, unwilling to resign himself.
Having committed such a heinous crime, he was no longer one of Willson Pavilion’s people and couldn’t manage the crime scene; his only option was to temporarily leave Five-river Province.
After he left, a team quickly arrived and cleaned up the scene in just ten minutes.
