Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1513: Establishing Merit and Achievements

Chapter 1513: Chapter 1513: Establishing Merit and Achievements

"Do you want to make a name for yourself?"

Even as the city was engulfed in warfare, there were still pubs that operated as usual.

The more opulent the venue, the less concern there was about being caught in the crossfire.

What those in power desired was a flourishing city, not a heap of ruins.

The principle of ’hesitation leads to restraint’ always applied.

Ordinary pubs could be destroyed, and at most, they would be rebuilt.

But the Eternal Night Pub, as a landmark establishment, was untouched and unshaken.

Because the person behind Eternal Night Pub was Lord Ghost Seven.

Even as Commander Ridge and Rhys Cook were locked in heated conflict, Lord Ghost Seven remained unmoved.

It seemed as though he had no intention to get involved in the matter.

"When the gentleman asks me if I want to make a name for myself, what does he mean by that?" In an upscale private room within the Eternal Night Pub, a middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and sunglasses asked in confusion.

Behind the man, two guards stood silently.

"To build a legacy and secure wealth and honor, of course." Devlin, seated at the opposite side of the table, raised a teacup, gently pouring tea for the man across from him.

"Everyone knows Commander Cook values loyalty deeply. His sworn brothers may not be especially skilled... Forgive me for being blunt—it’s just my nature." Devlin retrieved the teapot and spoke casually, "While you certainly have your abilities, compared to the Great Grandmasters under Commander Cook, you pale in comparison."

"You are correct in what you’ve said," the man did not refute nor take offense; instead, he spoke humbly, "Big Brother’s heartfelt camaraderie left me in no position to refuse his goodwill. However, I understand the inner workings of the Second Corridor very well. Many others harbor resentment, complaining that Big Brother prioritizes brotherhood over the sacrifices of those who risk their lives."

With that said.

The man lifted his teacup, took a small sip, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Devlin’s words cut straight to the heart of the matter. Though the man held a position of prominence, his virtue failed to match his rank.

Even as Rhys Cook publicly expressed trust in him on countless occasions, in various settings.

Azure Mount couldn’t help but feel a twinge of inferiority deep down.

He thought the disdain in the eyes of those who looked at him was unmistakable.

They obeyed his commands not because Azure Mount was the most powerful figure in the Second Corridor, but solely because he was a sworn brother of Rhys Cook.

Back when Rhys Cook was struggling to rise, he had sworn an oath of brotherhood with a group of petty street rogues.

Later, during his battle to secure his family’s inheritance, those very brothers had paved the way for his success, transforming him from a street-level ruffian to the commander of the Second Corridor.

One man’s ascent could elevate all those around him.

And so, his brothers took up key positions within the Second Corridor as well.

Devlin’s words hit Azure Mount in his weakest spot.

"Sir, since you ask, do you have a solution to propose?" Azure Mount rose from his seat respectfully, bowing deeply towards Devlin. "I humbly seek your guidance!"

"Guidance would be too much to ask." Devlin reached into his coat and took out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, Azure Mount quickly walked over, retrieving a lighter from his pocket and lighting it for him.

"You are too kind, Mr. Azure Mount." Devlin nodded, placing the lit cigarette to his lips and taking a slow drag.

He exhaled a cloud of murky smoke.

"The City Lord’s Mansion has fallen; the City Lord has fled. You are aware of this, right?" He lifted his head and looked at Azure Mount.

Azure Mount, a power player within the Second Corridor and a sworn brother of Rhys Cook, nodded.

"Of course I am aware." At Devlin’s question, he nodded again, "I’ve heard about this long ago. But what underlying intent might you have with your inquiry, Mr. Devlin?"

"I used to serve as the Think Tank for the City Lord’s Mansion. But now that the mansion has collapsed, I need a place where I can survive and thrive." Devlin flicked the ash off his cigarette and remarked indifferently, "Yet from what I’ve observed, Commander Cook seems to dislike me. Even if I aid him strategically and eliminate Commander Ridge, he would still find a way to remove me."

"Could there be some sort of misunderstanding?" Azure Mount quickly interjected, "If you don’t mind, sir, I’d be willing to act as your intermediary."

As a sworn brother of Rhys Cook, he was well acquainted with the personality and mindset of his big brother.

Getting rid of Devlin was entirely conceivable.

"Commander Cook has many sworn brothers, but the reason I chose you, Mr. Azure Mount, is because I’ve heard of your benevolence and unwavering sense of loyalty." Devlin paused before continuing, "This meeting here today has not gone through Commander Cook. I hope you can keep this a secret. Should things succeed, I only wish to serve as your strategist—I would rather remain behind the curtain."

"With your assistance, sir, I will no longer fear whispers of doubt and criticism!" Azure Mount appeared almost jubilant!

Even before the City Lord’s Mansion had fallen, he had taken note of Mr. Devlin.

Now that this man was approaching him voluntarily, this was a cause for celebration!

"I’ve informed Commander Cook that during our meeting two hours from now, I will blend in with the four Great Grandmasters. Once accomplished, I’d earn recognition. But to me, having a place to securely lay my foundation matters far more. I am now willing to transfer my share of the accolades to you."

Devlin lifted his teacup, gently swirling it.

"Later, you will dress as me, replacing me in accompanying Commander Cook to the meeting. After it’s done, at the right moment, unmask yourself in front of everyone. Commander Cook will surely direct all merit to you. With Commander Ridge eliminated, and aiding Commander Cook in achieving his ambitions, who dares to speak ill of you?"

"This..." Azure Mount’s heart raced excitedly.

It was an immense opportunity.

"At three o’clock, wear my attire and wait at the door. Remember, say nothing. When Commander Ridge is dead, only then shall you remove your mask." Devlin finished speaking, tossed his cigarette stub into the teacup, donned his hat, and exited the Eternal Night Pub.

"Take care, sir!"

Azure Mount clenched his fists, trembling with excitement.

Indeed, what could be a greater achievement than taking down Commander Ridge and aiding Rhys Cook in becoming City Lord?

"Quick! Get me an outfit!" Azure Mount finished his tea, his heart ablaze.

"Fool!"

Outside the Eternal Night Pub.

Devlin let out a cold chuckle.

The reason he chose Azure Mount was simply because the man was the most foolish and brainless.

"If I had the strength to wield the Sword of Hell, why would I resort to such schemes?" He extended his right hand, balling it into a tight fist, his expression twisted with venom. "Holy Lord, the agony you inflicted upon me back then—I will repay you a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

With that, he stepped into a black sedan.

Beneath the moonlight.

Devlin rolled down the car window, removed his leather gloves, revealing a hand riddled with scars.

"Pain! Without pain, how could one truly awaken?" He let out a bitter laugh, leaning back against his seat.

...

"Ready?" Commander Ridge adjusted his grand coat, tidying himself in front of the mirror.

"Ready, sir!" The attendant replied promptly but added in a subdued voice, "It’s said that Rhys Cook’s men are all masked—no one knows why."

"Oh? Something like that, huh?" Commander Ridge’s suspicion was deeply ingrained. His eyes darted craftily as he smirked, "Tell our men to wear masks as well! And by the way, has the Great Grandmaster we summoned arrived?"

"He’s waiting outside with the other four individuals," the attendant answered truthfully.

"Good. Soldiers are raised for a thousand days to be used in a single moment. Deploy the troops around the City Lord’s Mansion—I’ll go personally!" Commander Ridge declared. "From what I know, Rhys Cook has only four Great Grandmasters at his side. If that guard captain betrays him, we’ll be six against three. If the brat lied, we’d still be five against four!"

Commander Ridge looked at himself in the mirror and muttered with satisfaction, "No matter how you calculate it, Rhys Cook is doomed."