Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 341 - Internal Strife_1

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Chapter 341: Chapter 341 Internal Strife_1

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Hamza forced himself to rise from the ground, his intense pain notwithstanding, and he grabbed the Saint Heir’s arm, “There were two of them, one was the shadow in the sky, and the other, my companion, struck me with a secret arrow!”

Just as he put all his strength into attacking the shadow in the sky, an arrow shot from the distance!

If not for the timely arrival of the arrow, Hamza was certain he could have brought down the shadow.

“Enough of that now! You go back and heal up first; I’ll urgently summon all disciples of Skyfire to prepare for the ensuing changes,” the Saint Heir said, lifting Hamza on his shoulders and sprinting towards the Leopold Family villa.

“Saint Heir, what has happened to Leader Eulalia…”

The sight of Hamza’s condition startled many disciples of Skyfire.

The two had just left, and one was already injured?

There weren’t many in the world who could manage to injure Hamza.

Of course, those were just the masters known to the disciples.

“Immediately assemble everyone; call an urgent meeting. And those merchants from Five-river Province, tell them to go back—for now, they are to await further orders,” the Saint Heir commanded after setting Hamza down in a large conference room.

The medical team of Skyfire followed right behind, taking out their tools and starting to treat Hamza.

“Excuse me, sir, where might the Saint Heir be?”

Upon seeing people from Skyfire enter the dining area, the wealthy merchants immediately gathered around to make polite inquiries.

Many of them had not yet had the chance to curry favor with the Saint Heir, fearing that any delay might leave a poor impression on him.

“Indeed, we have many things we wish to discuss with the Saint Heir in person, please pass on the message,” they said.

“The Saint Heir left in such haste earlier, has something significant happened?”

The merchants spoke one after another, as if they wanted to express all their concerns there and then.

“The Saint Heir is feeling unwell today; everyone is to return to their homes for now. As for what comes next, the Saint Heir will send for you to discuss the matter. But presently, he wishes to be left alone,” a Disciple of Skyfire said before planning to leave the dining area.

“Now, listen here, brother, what exactly is wrong with the Saint Heir? We are all members of the same alliance, and we have a right to know,” they said.

“Exactly! You can’t just send us away without explanation—should we decide to leave, at least give us a reason, right?”

“Where has the Saint Heir gone to?”

The merchants had been waiting for the Saint Heir for quite some time, so naturally, their mood was not the best.

Now that they were being dismissed, especially while within the Leopold Family villa, it added to their discomfort.

If the Saint Heir had been present, they would never dare show their discontent, but as he was absent and only a nobody had come, these merchants, used to having their way, immediately showed their true colors.

No matter how powerful you are, you are still just a servant.

“The Saint Heir said he is unwell!” the man repeated firmly, “If anyone has complaints, they can take them up with the Saint Heir directly; if not, you may all leave now!”

He stood with his back to the dining area’s entrance, hands clasped behind him, looking at the group of merchants inside.

His eyes were full of disdain, mockery, and scorn.

Those who had been clamoring to see the Saint Heir now bowed their heads in silence.

Everyone looked at one another, but nobody dared to approach the Saint Heir directly.

Truman Ridge was formidable, wasn’t he? He founded the Boulevard League with his own hands, easily eradicated Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter using schemes, yet was slapped by the Saint Heir right in front of everyone.

For anyone who sought to make trouble for themselves at this moment, it would be like playing with fire!

A moment later, everyone set down their wine glasses and left the Leopold Family villa, visibly displeased.

The most embarrassed among them was Whitley Leopold, who couldn’t believe someone had just issued an eviction order in his own villa!

But for the sake of the family’s revival, he had no choice but to endure the humiliation and heavy burden.

After eliminating the two biggest competitors, Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter, there weren’t many who could call the shots in Five-river Province; the powerful Leopold Family would inevitably become a target for all.

However, if the Leopold Family could form a good relationship with the Saint Heir, no one would dare to move against them. Even if they were green with envy, they would have to hold back.

Once everyone had left, the villa immediately went on high alert, with Hidden Guards scattered around the perimeter and several leaders patrolling the yard non-stop.

All the surveillance equipment was turned on, covering the entire Leopold Family villa without any blind spots.

“Everyone, please share your opinions,” the Saint Heir sat at the center of the conference room, the conference table laid with the neatly dissected corpses of Skyfire disciples.

The corpses were cut so systematically that none was left whole.

The worst-off had been chopped into seven pieces!

Those present stifled their disgust, several stepping forward carefully to inspect the wounds.

“Saint Heir, judging by the precision of the wounds, the assailant’s ability should be comparable to that of our protector. Such formidable swordsmanship is likely the work of a local Swordsman from the East.”

One person reached this conclusion after casually touching and examining the wounds.

Another walked over, took out a magnifying glass to inspect more closely, then turned to the Saint Heir, “A single stroke was lethal; our people had no time to react. Judging by the breaks in the wounds, the opponent is formidable but must have delivered a surprise attack. Otherwise, no matter how strong, it would have been impossible to kill so many of us without making a sound.”

“That’s correct, I agree,” someone said.

“Just who is this person who dares to attack the disciples of Skyfire? Do they really want to provoke us that badly?”

“If the other side didn’t know these were our people from Skyfire, that would be one thing, but if they knew and still dared to act, they must have a powerful force behind them!”

Everyone began discussing among themselves, one after another, gathered around the table.

They were leaders within their respective departments of Skyfire, and they had followed the Saint Heir to the East to ensure the path of Skyfire’s revenge was failproof.

“Actually, the person behind this is above Hamza,” the Saint Heir leaned back in his chair, very unwillingly revealing this conclusion.

He was well aware of Hamza’s abilities, but silently taking out so many was out of the question.

Moreover, the bodies were less than ten meters from the front gate; any noise at such a close distance would have alerted the disciples of Skyfire inside the villa.

“Hamza, how did you find out our people had all been killed?” the Saint Heir asked, looking toward Hamza for an answer.

If the incident was carried out so secretly, how could Hamza have discovered it so quickly?

Even the guard responsible for securing the gate of the villa hadn’t noticed anything!

“Saint Heir, are you suspecting me to be a traitor?” Hamza sat shirtless on a chair, with a doctor beside him disinfecting a wound.

An arrow’s force was so great that it pierced right through Hamza’s arm and snapped the bone within.

“Hamza, I did not call you a traitor!” said the Saint Heir coldly, “I’m just very curious why you discovered it so quickly when we had no clue whatsoever!”

With these words, everyone’s gaze towards Hamza changed.

Especially with the arrow in his shoulder, it was easier for people to think of a self-inflicted wound as part of a deception.

“What do you mean by that!”

Whoosh!

Hamza slapped the table hard and stood up angrily!