Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Chapter 69 Heroic Act 1
Translator: 549690339
As the dagger thrust out in that instant, a cold smirk appeared on the corner of Iron Hoof’s lips. At such a close range, the opponent was undoubtedly dead!
Although he was an informant, his martial skills were equally impressive.
Without some trump card skills, it was impossible to survive in the underworld.
But in the next moment, his face violently changed, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Because the young man who had just been standing in front of him had suddenly disappeared!
“Not giving money is one thing, but why resort to violence?”
A cold voice carrying a hint of mockery suddenly arose from behind Iron Hoof.
“Go to hell!”
Iron Hoof instinctively swung his arm behind!
Bang!
With a muffled sound, he only felt numbness in his wrist, and the dagger dropped to the ground.
“You…”
“Let’s talk outside,” Julius Reed said with a faint smile, his hands lightning-fast as he grabbed Iron Hoof’s wrist and pressed down hard!
Crack!
Following the sound of breaking bones, Iron Hoof’s body jerked, and he fainted.
At this time, the door to the storage room was slowly pushed open, and Aron Jackson quietly walked in with his people, picking up Iron Hoof and heading outside.
The hotel staff assumed he was just a guest who had drunk too much, and didn’t inquire further.
When several people got into a black SUV, Julius Reed waved his hand and said, “Wake him up.”
“Understood!”
Aron Jackson nodded, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and viciously stabbed it into Iron Hoof’s thigh!
Squelch!
The sharp blade pierced through the flesh and went straight into the bone!
“Ahh…”
Iron Hoof, who was in a faint, let out a roar, his face showing bulging veins. “Who are you people! Why are you hurting me!”
He wanted to move, but his hands had already been crushed to pieces, and any movement would cause excruciating pain.
It was just as well that Iron Hoof had a stronger mental fortitude than most, or he would have passed out from the pain by now.
“Iron Hoof, what a pleasure to meet you!”
Julius Reed said with a faint smile, wrapping his arm around him, “Tell me, where are those Shadow Warriors?”
“What are you talking about? Iron Hoof? My name is Hewitt Leopold, and my ID card is in my pocket. I want to call the police on you!”
When Iron Hoof heard the other party address him by his name, his body visibly shook, but he quickly returned to normal.
But how could such a subtle scene escape Julius Reed’s eyes? “Hewitt Leopold? It seems we caught the wrong person!” Julius Reed looked at Aron Jackson and shook his head regretfully.
“Release me now! You thugs will definitely be punished by the law!”
Seeing the other party’s attitude, Iron Hoof secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He had thought he would have to argue further, but he didn’t expect that a fake ID card would get him through.
After all, no one had seen his face or knew his real name, except for some Shadow Warriors; everyone just knew him as Iron Hoof.
Beyond that, they knew nothing.
“Since we caught the wrong person, let’s just kill him!”
Aron Jackson, looking regretful, raised his dagger, pretending to stab it towards Iron Hoof’s neck!
“How did you find me!”
At this point, Ironhoof was like an eggplant beaten by frost, utterly crestfallen and dejected.
He knew he had been exposed, and that his adversary had been toying with him from the start.
“Next time, you should use a regular phone.”
Aron Jackson pulled out a detector from his bosom, with a red dot on it flashing wildly.
On the screen, there were many other red dots, but this particular one was shining as brightly as the sun.
“As far as I know, the cellphones you use have an incredibly strong signal. Even in the face of signal jamming, these phones can still transmit signals.”
He reached over to Ironhoof and immediately pulled out a black cellphone.
The moment the phone was taken out, the red dot on the screen flashed crazily as if it was about to explode.
“Mr. Ironhoof, tell me, where are those Shadow Warriors?
Julius Reed looked indifferently at Ironhoof, his eyes piercing like lightning through the soul.
“If I tell you, will you let me go?”
Ironhoof slowly lifted his head, woodenly staring at Julius Reed. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless due to several broken bones and excessive blood loss from his thigh wound.
“Do you think you’re in a position to negotiate with me?”
Julius Reed’s eyes, like knives, were tightly fixed on Ironhoof: “The moment you plotted to kill me, you were destined for this day! If you don’t talk, I can crush the bones in your body one by one until you can’t take it anymore!”
The incident where Quella Radcliffe was kidnapped was like a thorn deeply embedded in Julius Reed’s heart.
Now, he was determined to eliminate everyone involved in this matter, without exception!
“Crimson Gorge, Frank’s squadron. But Deep Cold has already issued the order; they’re probably on their way back to the Deep Cold headquarters now.”
Finally giving in, Ironhoof could no longer bear the prospect of his bones being crushed.
“Call them. Use whatever means necessary to lure all these people here.”
Aron Jackson put the phone in front of Ironhoof, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Now Ironhoof couldn’t pick up the phone himself as his hands were crushed.
“Can you tell me who you are?
Ironhoof took a deep breath and turned to look at Julius Reed. As a member of the underground world, he never imagined he’d be taken down in a place as insignificant as Gonzalez City.
And utterly vanquished, with no chance to fight back.
“Have you ever heard of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?” With a snort, Aron Jackson looked at him with a mocking gaze.
“The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!”
Upon hearing these three words, Ironhoof was struck as by lightning! He turned his neck mechanically, quivering as he asked, “You are…?”
“The Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance! Ironhoof, you’ve accomplished what no one else had the guts to do, daring to plot the murder of the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!”
Aron Jackson’s tone turned icy. Could someone really have the audacity to plot a murder on his brother’s property and then try to flee?
“You are… You are… You are… the Young Master…”
Ironhoof’s breathing became more rapid, his heart pounding as if it would
burst out.
“Ha ha! I, Ironhoof, will be remembered through the ages!”
With a wild laugh, he suddenly lunged forward, his forehead smashing hard against a red button situated above the cell phone!
“I killed the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, I, Ironhoof, have done it!”
At that moment, Ironhoof laughed like a madman!
But the next instant, the smile on his face gradually solidified.
“Sorry, but I’ve already removed the chip inside!”
Julius Reed nonchalantly waved his left hand in front of Ironhoof, between whose fingertips was a tiny chip.
“Such tricks are outdated.’
Inside the cellphone, there was an explosive chip. When the red button was triggered, the phone would cause a violent explosion!
The force of the explosion was enough to destroy an entire room! If it exploded in a car, no one inside would survive.
Unfortunately for Ironhoof, Julius Reed had already surreptitiously removed the chip inside.
Ironhoof’s gaze was vacant, his face ashen..
