Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 710 - 708 A Fine Coffin One Piece_1

Chapter 708: Chapter 708 A Fine Coffin One Piece_1

He had planned their deaths with his own hands!

“A ghost… a ghost!”

Some wealthy businessmen of Five-river Province sat paralyzed on the ground in fright when they saw the two appear.

To a greater or lesser extent, they had all encroached on the assets of the Abbott and Potter families.

The people they had once mourned were now standing in front of them, carrying Moutai liquor in their hands.

Hiss—

Their bodies were covered in goosebumps!

Brayden Leopold almost blacked out, nearly fainting.

Now, he finally understood!

The assets that Julius Reed had pressed him to spit out were meant for whom.

Return to the rightful owner.

In the world, there could be nothing more absurd than this.

The deaths of the two individuals well-known in Five-river Province, now at Fabian Percival’s birthday banquet, holding liquor to celebrate his longevity.

“Old Mr. Leopold… is this… a ghost?”

Although Maurice Yarrow was the boss of the Three Blade Group, his mind was now a complete blank.

Dumbfounded!

Totally dumbfounded!

On one hand, the deaths of the two had been confirmed.

Whitley Leopold had orchestrated it all, and after several probing attempts, he was finally certain that the two were dead.

And on the other—

Maurice Yarrow had taken unfair means to seize some of the Golden Eagle Group’s assets.

He had always been guilty about it.

Now, with Stanislaus Potter standing right in front of him alive and well, how could Maurice Yarrow not be afraid?

After all, Stanislaus Potter’s character was known to be exceptionally ruthless!

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“What’s the panic!”

Family Head Whitley Leopold, after all, was the Leopold family head, experienced and knowledgeable.

When he saw the two appear.

He was only momentarily stunned before realizing he had been deceived!

But.

What could that do?

Play dead?

Playing dead would only allow the two to live a bit longer.

Now that the Abbott and Potter families had joined forces, they were not as dominant as before.

With what could they contend with his Leopold family?

Let alone the Leopold family, even Maurice Yarrow could easily suppress the Abbott and Potter families.

This was Whitley Leopold’s confidence!

The premier noble house of Five-river Province!

Fearless!

“Long time no see, I had thought the two younger brothers had indeed met an unfortunate demise,” he walked over, smiling, and whispered in the ears of Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter: “Since I could kill you once, I can kill you again!”

“To be honest, we came here seeking death,” said Stanislaus Potter, lifting the bottle of Moutai in his hand and gently unscrewing it.

Miguel Abbott did the same.

“Today, we respectfully offer Old Mr. Leopold a drink!”

Both said in unison, directly pouring the liquor onto the ground.

Hiss—

The room went silent!

Was this offering a drink?

No!

It was a memorial!

A memorial for the deceased!

Or rather, a curse upon Whitley Leopold!

“How audacious!”

Maurice Yarrow also recovered from the shock!

He quickly walked in front of the two and rebuked with a stern voice, “To perform such inauspicious acts at Mr. Thorneycroft’s birthday banquet! What are your intentions?”

Originally, it was just a conflict between the two and Whitley Leopold.

Now, Maurice Yarrow’s words had turned it into disrespect towards Fabian Percival.

“Boss Yarrow’s sophistry is quite formidable!”

Stanislaus Potter raised a thumbs-up: “No wonder you’re always engaging in petty actions behind the scenes. It seems that you’re not fit for the public eye.”

And Miguel Abbott also echoed from the side: “After all, just a mere clown. Even though we have been gone for several months, he still hasn’t reached the heights once attained by the Golden Eagle Group and the Moonlight Group.”

With each speech, it was as good as slapping Maurice Yarrow across the face!

“What did you say!”

Maurice Yarrow was burning with rage.

Beyond the initial fear, he now had no trepidation towards the two.

The Three Blade Group had already become a major enterprise in Five-river Province!

It can be said, once out of Fabian Percival’s door.

Whether the two could leave alive was the question.

“I must say, you’ve always been nothing more than a street thug, with vision and pattern far below par,”

Stanislaus Potter said with a chuckle.

The comments Maurice Yarrow had made about Cesar Pendleton outside had now been turned against him!

“You…”

Maurice Yarrow’s mouth twitched fiercely!

If Stanislaus Potter had said this to him years ago, he might have endured it.

But now, Golden Eagle Group was on the decline!

And his Three Blade Group was in its heyday!

What right did Stanislaus Potter have to speak to him like that?

“What about me?” Stanislaus Potter turned his back, hands clasped behind him, and huffed coldly, “I’m standing right in front of you, what can you possibly do to me?”

“I’m going to crush you!”

After Maurice Yarrow finished speaking, he immediately placed his hand on his waist.

“Maurice Yarrow! You’ve got some nerve! At Mr. Thorneycroft’s birthday banquet, you dare to draw a hidden weapon to commit murder?” Miguel Abbott pointed at Maurice Yarrow’s nose and roared.

Whoosh!

All eyes—

were now on Maurice Yarrow’s hand.

Fabian Percival’s bodyguards subconsciously circled closer.

They were all holding weapons in their hands.

At Mr. Thorneycroft’s birthday banquet, someone was moving to use a hidden weapon?

“I… Miguel Abbott, stop trying to cause a rift here!”

Maurice Yarrow’s face turned white in an instant.

Even from the corner of his eye, he could see that Fabian Percival was somewhat displeased.

“I’m causing a rift?” Miguel Abbott laughed coldly, “This is Mr. Thorneycroft’s birthday banquet, and we are all here to celebrate! And you, thinking you’re so great after swallowing a piece of the Potter Family’s industry, have you even forgotten Mr. Thorneycroft now?”

This question left Maurice Yarrow speechless.

Indeed, it was Fabian Percival’s birthday banquet…

If he was going to commit murder, he’d need to find another place.

“If you have an issue, take it outside to resolve!”

Fabian Percival’s face darkened as he spoke with displeasure, “This old man doesn’t want to see any bloodshed on his birthday!”

“Mr. Thorneycroft, it was inconsiderate of me!”

Maurice Yarrow hastily went over and bowed obsequiously to apologize.

“Hmph!”

Fabian Percival didn’t speak but simply huffed coldly.

Three Blade Group?

In his eyes, it was less than nothing!

“Boss Yarrow, a moment of patience can mean peace for years to come.”

Bridger Davenport murmured softly behind Maurice Yarrow.

“Keep a close watch on these two men! I want them to die in Gonzalez City!” Maurice Yarrow took a deep breath, grinding his teeth.

Times had changed.

Now that he had devoured the assets of Golden Eagle Group, he was incredibly wealthy!

Being humiliated in front of all these business moguls, his anger was naturally extreme!

“You can rest assured,” Bridger Davenport whispered in his ear, “I guarantee that by the time this meal is over, you won’t have that problem anymore.”

“Oh?”

A look of joy flashed on Maurice Yarrow’s face. “Bridger Davenport, do you know why I value you the most? Because you, my boy, truly know what’s in my gut!”

Since the growth of his assets, Maurice Yarrow had delegated many of the Three Blade Group’s affairs to his ‘strategist’ Bridger Davenport, while he indulged in pleasure every day.

“It’s my duty to be diligent in affairs for Boss Yarrow!”

Bridger Davenport gave a cold laugh and stepped back behind Maurice Yarrow.

At that moment, Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter had also taken their seats.

Their seats were right beside Whitley Leopold.

“I’ve always been curious, who gave you the audacity to dare attend this birthday banquet?”

Whitley Leopold had long recovered from his shock and was now all smiles as he asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,”

Miguel Abbott leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, “Old Mr. Leopold, if you have any last words, you’d better speak up now. Otherwise…”

“Miguel Abbott!”

Whitley Leopold’s face darkened, and then he spoke with scorn, “When you were in your prime, I could kill you once! Now that you’re down and out, I can kill you a second time just as easily!”

“In Gonzalez City, Julius Reed, Aron Jackson! Bring over a fine pine coffin!”

Right then, the voice calling from the entrance was Aron Jackson’s.

PS: I overslept… woke up at 9:40 PM.

But no worries, I’ll write until midnight tonight, I definitely won’t let down the expectations of my lovely readers.

From now on, I’ll update at night, and it will be synchronized here around 9 or 10 the next morning.

In the month of March, I wish everyone a smooth sailing in everything!

Healthy body!

Lody sends his regards to everyone.