Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 682: Chapter 682 After an Old Friend_1

“You…”

The thug subconsciously placed his hand on his waist, but grasped at nothing!

“Don’t rush now…”

Nelson lightly plunged the dagger, piercing directly through the thug’s throat.

Immediately after, her feet kept shifting, and in merely a second, she had dealt with several employees of the thug.

Thud!

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A series of sounds of bodies hitting the floor ensued, and the decrepit boiler room returned to silence.

“Miss, I don’t know who’s trying to kill you. But next time, you won’t be so lucky,” said Nelson, her face cold as ice.

Having said that, she turned to leave.

Julius could only shake his head and follow behind her.

This Saintess from Azure Mountain, used to being free and unrestrained overseas, was quick to kill or set fires.

Now, she was like a ticking time bomb, causing Julius quite the headache.

“Wait!”

Just as the two had taken a few steps, Bamboo Whitaker suddenly called out from behind.

“What is it?”

Nelson’s eyebrows raised, emanating an intense killing intent!

Whether she killed or saved someone depended solely on her mood.

It had nothing to do with anything else.

“I…”

Bamboo Whitaker was obviously frightened.

She blinked, gently wiped away a tear, and took out an old, blurred photo from her backpack.

“Boss, look, is this… is this you?”

“Girl, I already saved you without thanks, and now you’re hitting on my man?” Nelson was quite domineering, her hand already moving to kill!

“Hold on!”

Whoosh!

Julius quickly intercepted Nelson and stepped towards Bamboo Whitaker.

“What’s your name?”

He took the photo from Bamboo’s hand, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

“My name is Bamboo Whitaker…”

Bamboo Whitaker was scared stiff.

Her eyes were focused on Nelson, afraid that any wrong word would lead to her death right there.

“Lucian Whitaker, what is he to you?”

Julius handed the photo back to Bamboo Whitaker while carefully observing her features.

“Somewhat similar…”

“Dragon King, you’re going too far!” Nelson, seeing Julius look at Bamboo Whitaker like that, felt a growing chill, “I, the Saintess of Azure Mountain, your fiancée, have a temper too!”

“Shh!”

Julius gestured for her to be quiet with a silencing motion.

“Lucian Whitaker… he’s my… my great-grandfather…”

Bamboo Whitaker broke into tears as she spoke, “Are you Julius? My grandfather gave me this photo on his deathbed, saying that as long as I found you, we could avenge our family!”

The photo was worn and tattered, but it clearly showed the dashing figure of Julius from years ago.

Just like now.

A hundred years of time had left no trace on him.

“I am.”

Julius nodded, helped Bamboo Whitaker to her feet, and patted her head, “Come with me, we can talk slowly back at my place.”

“Dragon King, she is…”

Nelson wasn’t foolish; she knew that there couldn’t be many people in the world whom the Dragon King regarded so highly.

She wasn’t sure of the specifics, but it was rumored that the Dragon King, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was utterly indifferent to everything in the world.

Yet now, he seemed to have a heart of compassion for a young girl?

Something was unusual.

“A descendant of an old acquaintance.”

Julius held Bamboo Whitaker’s hand, as if leading his own daughter.

No one noticed that his face had become as stern as frost.

“What about this place?”

Nelson pursed her lips, pointing to the bodies strewn across the ground.

She knew to hold back to some extent.

“My people will handle it.”

Julius, with his back to her, spoke coldly.

“And what about me? What do you plan to do with me?”

Nelson couldn’t help but laugh with exasperation, “Dragon King, you know very well how big my temper is! Everyone from Azure Mountain knows that I descended the mountain to find my husband. If I return empty-handed, how am I supposed to continue as Sect Leader?”

“Either you kill me, or…”

“Tomorrow, at the Gonzalez City Five-state International Building, noon, twelve o’clock, wait for me there.”

After Julius Reed finished speaking, he led Bamboo Whitaker away without looking back.

“Bastard man!”

Nelson was stunned for a few seconds before cursing in grievance.

…

When Quella Radcliffe saw Julius Reed returning once again with a woman, she asked as if it were the norm, “Your disciple? Cousin? Or…”

“An old friend’s descendant.”

Julius Reed looked at Bamboo Whitaker, “Call her ‘sister-in-law’… Perhaps.”

In fact, he wasn’t even sure what Bamboo Whitaker should call him.

Great-grandfather?

It felt strange.

“Sister-in-law.”

Bamboo Whitaker called out obediently.

“Come in quickly, why are you crying.” Quella Radcliffe hurriedly pulled Bamboo Whitaker inside, fetched her a pair of slippers, then turned around to grab some facial tissues.

It was as if a mother had seen her own daughter wronged.

“Sister-in-law, there’s no need… I’m sorry for troubling you…” Bamboo Whitaker’s eyes reddened, and she couldn’t help but squat down on the floor and cry.

She had traveled alone for thousands of miles, wandering outside for dozens of days and nights.

Hunted by enemies, bereaved of relatives.

Bamboo Whitaker, having suffered a great blow, had almost not made it through.

But the conviction to avenge kept her going.

She didn’t even realize that in such a small coastal city, she would encounter the person her grandfather had spoken of.

Before seeing Julius Reed, Bamboo Whitaker had even doubted whether her grandfather had grown senile with age.

How could the person in a photograph nearly a hundred years old still be alive?

And even if he was, after a hundred years of vicissitudes, could she still recognize him?

So when she saw Julius Reed, she was utterly confounded.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

Quella Radcliffe hurriedly embraced Bamboo Whitaker, “Little sister, come inside. Here, no one can bully you!”

Seeing the little girl crying like this made her feel sorrowful as well.

“You two chat, I’m going to step out for some air.”

Julius Reed closed the door behind him, walked downstairs, and sat on a bench in the residential area.

A hundred years ago, during his travels in Sinclair City, he had met a scholar.

This scholar was ahead of his time, viewing everything with detachment.

That was the first time in Julius Reed’s long, immortal life that he had met someone he could connect with.

Julius Reed could share anything that Lucian Whitaker was interested in.

After all, he himself was a living “Historical Records.”

For ten years, he had lived with the Whitaker family.

Late on, when Julius Reed was about to leave, he had asked Lucian Whitaker whether he desired immortality.

But Lucian Whitaker had refused.

He believed that the cycle of life and death was the true Heavenly Dao.

Before parting, for the first time, Lucian Whitaker asked Julius Reed for a favor.

He hoped that in the event his descendants faced catastrophe, this old friend would lend a hand.

Julius Reed readily agreed.

But he had never imagined that the Whitaker family would face such a day.

“Lucian Whitaker, your Whitaker family really has nine lives,” Julius Reed said, looking at the sky and shaking his head with a smile, “You’re also lucky to have met me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of that young lady Bamboo Whitaker for you.”

With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs.

When he still had his memories, he would send someone to check on the Whitaker family every five years.

The last time was four years ago.

What had the Whitaker family experienced in these four years?

How had they gone from the wealthiest family in Southern-river Province to their current state of destitution?

No matter what, he would uphold the promise he had made those many years ago.

“Julius, come quickly and see what’s wrong with her!”

As soon as he opened the door, Julius Reed saw Bamboo Whitaker lying on the floor.

And Quella Radcliffe was already crying with worry.