Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 601 - Keep Something in Reserve_1

Chapter 601: Chapter 601 Keep Something in Reserve_1

“Brown Bread, spare a live one; I have use for them.”

Fabian Percival sneered coldly, very calmly taking out a cigarette from his pocket.

Immediately, someone behind him provided a light.

To say he had not been afraid just now would be a lie.

Even when he was young, he was an impulsive youth.

But having aged and lived comfortably abroad for so many years, he inevitably cherished his life a bit more.

Yet, years of training had long taught him not to show his emotions on his face.

His heart was beating fast as he nonchalantly picked up the cigarette.

Someone moved a chair over from behind him.

Sitting down, Fabian Percival crossed his legs in a lordly manner.

He watched the drama that was unfolding before him in silence.

Brown Bread was known as the ‘Hundred Men Slayer’, and he also had dozens of battle-hardened bodyguards by his side.

The idea that these two people could escape from the tightly surrounded warehouse was even more difficult than ascending to heaven.

“You’d best surrender without a fight; once I get involved, it’s going to be brutal,” Brown Bread tightened his fists and said coldly, staring at Terry Moore: “And if you pledge your loyalty, Lord Thorneycroft will not make things difficult for you.”

Winning battles without fighting was always at the core of Fabian Percival’s strategy.

Before engaging in combat, all his employees were instructed to give their opponent a chance.

To avoid unnecessary losses.

“Old man, do we fight or not?”

Terry Moore turned around, looking at Karen, who didn’t seem to care at all.

“Fight them to death, beat them so bad even their own fathers won’t recognize them.”

Karen chuckled, “If you kill this little old man, I could bring you another twenty million; believe it or not?”

If Fabian Percival were to die,

He would definitely go back to Julius Reed to ask for a good chunk of hush money.

But it would be difficult.

Still, it was worth a try.

If he failed, there was no loss, but if he succeeded, it would be a huge gain.

“How dare you!”

Brown Bread’s face darkened as he said coldly, “You two don’t know how to live!”

Whoosh!

He suddenly lunged forward, his fists smashing straight down!

Whoosh!

Terry Moore, unafraid, charged straight into the incoming fists!

No fancy tricks, just a direct and brutal head-on clash!

A contest of strength.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Brown Bread took a step back, his face instantly turning red.

The opponent was strong.

In that single strike, he gained no advantage.

“Terry Moore, you’re such trash! Unable to crush someone like this. Don’t bother bragging about being the top fighter anymore.”

Karen laughed loudly from behind, completely indifferent to the unfavorable situation at hand.

In the warehouse, dozens of bodyguards surrounded them completely.

Even if Brown Bread made a mistake, these men could easily swarm them.

Behind Fabian Percival, someone with a hidden-weapons box was already aiming at the two.

To say it was like capturing turtles in a jar was no exaggeration.

“Karen, I’m getting angry,” Terry Moore said, clearly displeased.

“Heh, what difference does that make?”

Karen, who had found a reed to chew on from somewhere, chewed it in his mouth: “Impotent rage?”

“Watch this!”

Terry Moore roared and, like an arrow released from a bow, charged towards Brown Bread!

“Hiss!”

Brown Bread took a deep breath and summoned all his strength to collide with Terry Moore!

Whoosh!

In the moment of impact, Brown Bread flew backward, landing on the ground and spewing out a mouthful of blood.

Meanwhile, Terry Moore stood in place, bending over and gasping for air.

“So strong!”

Fabian Percival’s pupils constricted sharply, his hand holding the cigarette hovering in the air.

“Finish them off!”

He gestured decisively, making the decision.

Even Brown Bread was no match; trying to take them alive seemed almost impossible.

Fabian Percival would not gamble with his own safety.

Thump!

As his voice faded, the bodyguard behind him holding the box of hidden weapons collapsed to the ground.

“What happened!”

Fabian Percival’s heart tightened, thinking the enemy had reinforcements.

“Not good, there’s poison!”

Just then, Brown Bread on the ground shouted and hurried to cover his mouth and nose with his hand.

But it was already too late.

Thud!

One after another, many people collapsed to the ground.

Fabian Percival stood up wanting to run, but found his legs were as if they wouldn’t obey him.

He simply couldn’t move.

“Remember the dust that fell on you when you pushed open the wooden door?”

Karen walked out smilingly, slowly approaching Fabian Percival: “That was poison. Although it’s not lethal, making you unable to move for two hours is still a piece of cake.”

“Despicable!”

Fabian Percival almost spat out these words through clenched teeth.

“Really? I don’t think so.”

Karen pinched Fabian Percival’s face, unconcernedly saying, “You outnumber us and bully us with your numbers, is that not despicable? Old man, you still dare to set traps for us?”

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“Hurry up and kill, so we can go back.”

Terry Moore coughed, saying unhappily.

The collision just now had also injured him quite badly.

After all, Brown Bread was also a master; he only had a slight upper hand.

“Done!”

Karen took out a small knife from her pocket, gently placed it on Fabian Percival’s neck, and chuckled, “Have a good trip.”

Clang!

A dart flew out from nowhere!

It struck the knife directly!

Clang.

The knife dropped to the ground, and Karen’s wrist felt numb and painful.

“Who!”

He looked around vigilantly in the direction of the warehouse exit.

With a whoosh, dozens of people appeared instantaneously.

The leader was dressed in a black trench coat, the man had black sunglasses on his face, was chewing bubble gum, and even had a long braid hanging behind his head.

The Martin boots he wore jangled with a bell, making a loud noise as he walked.

“Rocco, take them out!”

Fabian Percival, with his back to the exit, shouted loudly.

“OK!”

Rocco Leocadia raised the box of hidden weapons, aimed at Karen, and fiercely triggered the mechanism!

Whoosh!

Clang!

The dart shot into a piece of iron in midair, instantly deviating from its course.

“Old man, if you don’t leave now, you’re going to die!”

Terry Moore lifted a larger steel plate, put it on his back, and ran madly towards the other side.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several darts rang out, all hitting the steel plate, sparking off sparks.

Whoosh!

Karen casually threw something in the air, leaving a trail of white powder.

“Not good!”

Rocco Leocadia quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hand, stopping the people about to chase, “There’s poison, save Lord Thorneycroft first!”

“Yes!”

The black-clad men hurriedly went over and helped Fabian Percival up.

“Lord Thorneycroft, are you alright?”

Seeing Fabian Percival in front of them unable to move except for speaking, Rocco Leocadia put the darts back in his pocket and asked respectfully.

“No harm done, thank goodness for thorough preparation, otherwise we really could have capsized in the gutter.”

Fabian Percival was enfeebled, he turned his head to glance at Brown Bread: “Take them all back, let’s find out what poison this is.”

“As you command!”

Rocco Leocadia gestured, and the people behind him immediately picked everyone up, dragging them into the car parked at the door.

“Be careful, the people have escaped to your position, just take them out!”

He walked over to Brown Bread, bent down to pick up the walkie-talkie from the ground, and instructed the people at the door.

“Rocco Leocadia arrived a long time ago; I purposely lied that he was still five hours away. Lucky for us that we had a backup plan today, otherwise, we’d be done for.”

Passing by Brown Bread, Fabian Percival motioned to stop and spoke meaningfully.

“Mr. Thorneycroft is wise, Brown Bread is guilty!”

Brown Bread lowered his head, his gaze deep.

No one knew what he was thinking.