Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 2310: Paying a Visit

"It’s them." Miguel Abbott felt his body filled with strength upon seeing Julius Reed.

"Mr. Reed, I have a card hidden under the trash can in the men’s restroom on the first floor of my hotel. Please use it to take my daughter away."

He knew Julius Reed was formidable, but the opponent was still a martial artist.

Defeating that young man showed Julius Reed still had the ability to save his wife and children.

"What’s your business, get lost!"

The man, drunk, pointed at Julius Reed, "What are you looking at? Want to die..."

Crack!

Hawthorne reached out and directly broke his finger!

"Hiss..." The man gasped, the pain making his scalp numb.

"Mr. Abbott, we’re considered friends. Seeing you in this state, if I hadn’t known, that’s one thing. But now that I see, this matter can’t be left like this."

Julius Reed patted Miguel Abbott’s shoulder, a smile of reunion on his face, "Do you know that guy’s address?"

"I do." Before Miguel Abbott could finish, Julius Reed smiled and said, "Then there’s no need for directions."

Thud!

Jovany Leopold thrust a sword!

The man’s throat was sealed!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Miguel Abbott was dumbfounded.

"Brother Davenport, they have numbers and strong martial artists. I know you’re formidable, but they are powerful in numbers, you’ll be in danger if you go. I don’t ask much, just hope you can take my child away."

Just as Miguel Abbott was about to kneel, Julius Reed lifted him up.

"I consider you a friend, and a friend’s matters, need to be handled. I’m good in every way, but my eyes..." Julius Reed pointed at his eyes, patting Miguel Abbott’s shoulder, "Can’t tolerate a speck of sand. Come on, lead the way."

"This car is nice, that guy certainly knows how to enjoy." Hawthorne walked up to a Bentley, smashed the window with a punch, and opened the door.

The car was originally prepared by the young man.

After being beaten badly, the youth had no mind to drive, only wanting to leave quickly.

After Julius Reed let him go, he fled hurriedly.

Without looking back.

"Get in the car." Julius Reed sat in the backseat, looking at the heavily injured Miguel Abbott, his tone much softer: "You’ve suffered a lot."

"Ah." Miguel Abbott coughed a few times; the kick from earlier was heavy, clearly injuring him. "To live is already satisfying enough. The world has changed. Money, power, are not as good as having skills."

Saying this, he looked at Hawthorne and Jovany Leopold, "These two... haven’t seen them before."

"I have many younger brothers, of course you haven’t seen them. Otherwise, where would I get the confidence to help you get justice?"

Julius Reed tried to lighten the mood to ease Miguel Abbott’s anxiety.

"Ah, but seriously, they are numerous and strong, truly formidable. I heard, every martial artist in the entire Five-river Province knows him."

Thinking of this, Miguel Abbott couldn’t help but feel a bit scared.

He had seen firsthand the prowess of those martial artists, his bodyguards were beaten without a chance to resist.

At that moment.

Miguel Abbott knew the world had changed.

Completely changed!

Soon, the car stopped in front of a hotel.

The entrance to the hotel was quite festive.

Banners were hung.

The display screen had a line of big words.

Congratulations to Mr. Peak Smith, chairman of Five-river Group, on your 60th birthday.

"Five-river Group? Five-river Province, really is a good name. Such ambition, not small huh?"

Julius Reed stood at the entrance with his hands behind his back.

"It’s him! Peak Smith! Originally just a small wholesaler, but somehow connected with martial artists, to capture me and force me to hand over all my properties!" Miguel Abbott seeing the photo on the big screen, was so angry, he was shaking!

"How nice, a birthday party."

Julius Reed smiled indifferently, looking back at Hawthorne, "How’s business at Whitaker Dog’s?"

"Not good, Whitaker Dog hasn’t been busy lately." Hawthorne had always been in contact with Whitaker Dog.

"Contact Whitaker Dog, there’s big business."

After Julius Reed finished speaking, he led Miguel Abbott inside in big strides.

"Sir, please show your invitation." At the entrance, a man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled, reaching out to stop them.

Seeing Miguel Abbott, the man didn’t recognize him but waved hand with disdain, "Throw them out! Bad luck!"

"Hold on!"

Julius Reed looked forward and said calmly, "He’s my friend."

"And you? The invitation?"

The man’s tone was somewhat displeased.

"Wherever I want to go, I never need an invitation."

Julius Reed took steps inside.

"Stop him! Someone’s trying to break in!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses shouted in surprise; this is Mr. Peak’s birthday party, if interrupted, he would be blamed!

Future promotion would be out of the question.

"Jovany Leopold, show the invitation!" Julius Reed said without looking back.

"Why don’t you show it if you have an invitation? Let me see where it is..."

Thud!

Blood splattered on the glass at the entrance, completely covering it.

"This, is the invitation!"

Jovany Leopold pushed the wide-eyed glasses man, the latter fell to the ground, dead.

The rest of the security guards hesitated, unable to catch up.

However, two men in black came over.

They were martial artists, responsible for safety.

Usually, these people didn’t need to act.

But now facing this situation, martial artists must appear.

"Bold! At Mr. Peak’s birthday banquet, you dare..." A man in black reached out, aiming for Julius Reed’s skull!

Thud!

Jovany Leopold’s Sword Qi swept, an arm fell!

Swish!

Another slash!

The martial artist’s head was raised high, falling to the ground.

The remaining one was somewhat stunned.

"Remember, in this world, there are no innocent people." As Julius Reed passed by the martial artist, he didn’t stop, just left these words.

"Julius Reed, you really suit my taste!"

Thud!

Jovany Leopold thrust a sword and pushed the man aside.

He wiped the blood off his sword and shouted, "Refreshing!"

Only from behind Miguel Abbott, who was completely dumbfounded.

Where had he ever seen such a scene?

No questions asked, just straight-up killing?

A floor full of bodies.

Miguel Abbott considered himself experienced, but now, his legs went weak.

"Buddy, aren’t you going in to wish your enemy a ’happy birthday’?" Hawthorne bent down, picked up a head with one hand, held Miguel Abbott with the other to keep him from falling, "Bring a gift, can’t come empty-handed."

The commotion at the entrance didn’t catch much attention.

The hall on the first floor was full of tables.

The ground was all red.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for attending tonight’s banquet. I, Peak, am not talented, in just a few months, Five-river Group has swept across the city, all of this is thanks to..."

"Boss Peak, Miguel Abbott came to attend your birthday, and brought a gift!"

Hawthorne shouted loudly, throwing forward abruptly!

Bam!

A head landed on the podium, right at Peak Smith’s feet.