Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1589: The Mole

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1589: The Mole

The group’s primary goal upon arriving at the Dragon Tea House is to capture Quella Radcliffe!

This is an order from Lin Zhan!

Having Mount Blackwood step in was merely to be discreet about it.

After all, nominally, the rulers of the Town martial artists must still be the Town martial artists.

If the Undead Tribe interferes directly, it will cause collective dissatisfaction among the Town martial artists!

Triggering turmoil!

The current situation prioritizes stability above all!

But the Undead Tribe has already intervened to protect Mount Blackwood’s life.

They must capture someone quickly to avoid further complications.

"I don’t know." The man in traditional garments stumbled a few steps, sat on the nearest chair to him, his face ashen!

Poisoned!

The poison on the sword is lethal!

It’s been less than half a minute since he was struck by the sword.

The toxicity has already begun to take effect.

"If you confess, I can give you the antidote. But if you don’t, you’ll wish you were dead." The Undead Tribe man lifted the sword, walked up to the man in traditional garments, and sneered coldly: "Want to die? It’ll take three days! But during those three days, you’ll suffer immensely!"

The Dragon Tea House’s scope is incredibly large!

There are no less than a thousand guest rooms!

If they search bit by bit, it won’t just waste time; there’s also the possibility of the target escaping.

They must pry open the owner’s mouth!

"If I tell you, will you give me the antidote?" The tea house owner’s traditional outfit is already stained with quite a bit of blood.

He is entirely weak and has difficulty breathing.

"Of course, I wouldn’t deceive you." The Undead Tribe man’s lips curled slightly: "Confess honestly. This is a matter concerning someone who has nothing to do with you; no need for this."

"Fourth floor, room 404." The owner raised his finger, pointing toward room four-oh-four. "But they have quite a few people."

"No need to trouble yourself!"

The Undead Tribe man, wielding a sword, led the Blackwood Family martial artists swiftly toward room 404.

"Guard the exit!"

The man leaped and landed at the room’s door, instructing the other martial artists.

The Dragon Tea House is unlike other buildings.

The entire structure was built hundreds of years ago!

The main building is a huge circle.

At the center of the circle is an open space.

This space is a hall, filled with tables for guests to enjoy tea.

Guests can look up and directly see the roof.

And those guest rooms open their doors to see downstairs.

At the room door, there’s a three-meter-wide corridor; one side is the wall of the room, the other side is a railing.

It’s easy to see downstairs.

At this time, the Undead Tribe man led the group to surround the room and directly smashed into the door!

Boom!

The moment the door was broken open!

A large amount of steel balls spewed out!

The Undead Tribe man was instantly shot like a sieve!

The martial artists guarding the door, without exception, all died under the steel balls!

Meanwhile!

The alarm sounded loudly!

"Mount Blackwood, even in death you have no face to meet your ancestors!" The tea house owner slapped the chair fiercely, swiftly standing up!

He used the last ounce of effort to get rid of this menace!

Whew!

Just as the tea house owner was about to touch Mount Blackwood!

A hand suddenly stretched out!

Snap!

That hand grabbed the tea house owner’s fist, fiercely pushing backward!

Crack!

The tea house owner flew backward!

Directly smashing a table.

"Truly underestimated you." A pale-faced Undead Tribe man walked out from behind Mount Blackwood, looking at the tea house owner with interest: "Despite being poisoned, you could deliver such a sharp attack. If you weren’t poisoned, I fear I wouldn’t be your match."

"Daring to kill me!" The startled Mount Blackwood recovered his senses, immediately pulling out the Longsword from the warrior beside him!

He charged directly at the tea house owner!

He had lost a hand!

Both painful, and terrifying!

But even angrier!

"Today, I’ll send you to hell! This tea house, my Blackwood Family will take it!" Mount Blackwood raised his sword, slashing fiercely!

Clang!

A Longsword sliced through the air!

Directly colliding with the Longsword!

Mount Blackwood only felt a numbness in his wrist, and his Longsword slipped from his hand!

Next second!

The cold blade rested against his neck.

"I heard you want to capture my wife?" Julius Reed held the knife in one hand, speaking coldly.

"It’s you!" Mount Blackwood, seeing this familiar face, couldn’t help but exclaim!

At the Caelum Danvers banquet, he personally witnessed this man kill the Undead Grandmaster!

"You talk too much."

Swish!

Julius Reed swung his knife!

Directly slaughtering Mount Blackwood.

Anyone daring to target his wife must die!

"Solid foundation, but lacks real combat experience." After killing Mount Blackwood, Julius Reed turned back, looked at the tea house owner on the ground, drew out a pill from his pocket, and tossed it over: "Take it, you’ll survive."

The Undead Tribe hadn’t interacted with the outside for too long; the poison they used was identical to thousands of years ago!

Without any change.

"You are..."

The Undead Tribe man beside Mount Blackwood scrutinized Julius Reed, suddenly realizing: "So it was you!"

"That’s right, it’s me."

Julius Reed didn’t speak further!

And he swung the knife down!

A gale roared!

Full of killing intent!

The Undead Tribe man immediately raised his sword to meet!

Crack!

The Longsword clashed directly with Break Sky Knife!

It was instantly cut in two!

And then!

The blade cut straight down!

The Undead man was sliced into two!

Infernal fire exploded fiercely!

Leaving only a pile of flames on the ground.

Bang!

Someone started clapping, not sure who.

Within the Dragon Tea House, ear-splitting applause gradually filled the air!

While the Blackwood Family martial artists showed fear on their faces!

Their greatest support was these two Undead Tribe warriors!

Yet, one of them had already been killed!

And even Mount Blackwood’s body was separated!

How could they not be afraid?

"Dear master, Mount Blackwood’s deeds have nothing to do with us!"

"Please spare us."

The martial artists hurriedly kneeled to beg for mercy.

Clinging to life is instinct.

But what answered them was a Longsword stained with blood!

Julius Reed swung horizontally!

All the martial artists before him died!

"In Julius Reed’s dictionary, there’s never been the word innocent!" He turned his head, glancing at the undead crawling slowly out on the fourth floor.

The whole person charged forth!

Boom!

Break Sky Knife cut through the air!

Directly hitting the undead!

Bloody and mangled!

Under the boost of infernal fire, regardless of how strong their self-healing abilities are, they burn away.

The air, plunged into an eerie silence.

All those who came were slaughtered.

The martial artists in the hall stared, dumbstruck.

A divine being descending?

Julius Reed entered his own room, pushed open the door.

Everyone was present except Quella Radcliffe.

"Where is she?"

Julius Reed asked.

"Taken away." Zain Ellsworth, tied to a chair, spoke helplessly.

Including Nelson and others, all were tied up in the room.

Faces pale.

As if poisoned.

"Good."

Julius Reed smiled, closed the room door.

"Not worried?"

Zain Ellsworth asked incredulously.

"Did you pass the message?" Julius Reed suddenly raised the Longsword, pointing at Zain Ellsworth. "You harbor resentment against me!"

"No! I didn’t." Zain Ellsworth shook his head, not explaining anything.

"I saw him sneaking around..."

"Waiting for your words!"

Shing!

Julius Reed swung the knife!

Directly across Gabriel Young’s neck as he spoke.

Blood splattered.

"Ambrose!"

Gabriel Young, beside him, briefly stunned, then instantly collapsed!