Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 704: Chapter 704: Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain_1

When Devlin walked into the hotel,

the receptionist came over to stop him.

This place had already been reserved by Ivan Reed, and they didn’t dare to admit any customers.

“Sir…”

Whoosh!

Before the receptionist could finish speaking, Devlin shot out a dark weapon box.

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Directly knocking the person down.

The noise of the dark weapon box instantly alerted the guards inside Azure Percival.

Many bodyguards rushed out from their positions, heading toward the entrance.

Devlin threw away the pipe in his mouth and took out two poison eggs from his pocket, pulled the pins, and threw them down the hallways to either side.

“Be careful!”

By the time the bodyguards noticed, the poison eggs had already detonated.

Boom!

In the middle of the night, Azure Percival erupted with two explosion noises.

Many bodyguards lay on the ground.

Some were already dead.

Some were alive, but death was not far away.

Glancing at the groaning people on the floor, a smile flashed across Devlin’s lips as he strode to the second floor.

Ivan Reed was staying on the second floor.

In the furthest presidential suite.

The Emperor’s Hall.

Whirl!

The moment he reached the second floor, he took off his overcoat and threw it forward forcefully!

Whoosh! Whoosh…

The bodyguards already on edge on the second floor fired their dark weapon boxes.

The overcoat was riddled with countless holes!

But by the time they realized what was happening, Devlin was already aiming his dark weapon box!

One by one, people fell!

Devlin reached the door of the Emperor’s Hall.

Yet,

he did not rush in.

Instead, he stood at the door, fished a packet of cigarettes from the body of a bodyguard, leaned against the wall, and lit one.

Three minutes.

After three minutes, the people inside could no longer sit still.

The door of the Emperor’s Hall was slowly opened.

Whoosh!

Devlin abruptly turned, kicking the door open with one foot!

Two dark weapon boxes sounded.

The bodyguard standing behind Ivan Reed and the one who had just opened the door fell into a pool of blood instantly.

And though Ivan Reed was clutching a dark weapon box, his hands were shaking.

“You can see whose dark weapon box is faster,” he said.

“Ptui!”

Devlin spat out the cigarette butt and walked up to Ivan Reed, knocking the dark weapon box out of his hand.

“Let’s talk, Sacha Reed.”

He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs: “Where is the map?”

“What map?”

Ivan Reed swallowed, clutching the Buddha Beads: “Who are you!”

One man, one dark weapon box, to brazenly barge into the hotel,

and to sit beside him, safe and sound.

Ivan Reed asked himself.

Apart from Marco Pendleton, no one else could do this.

But Marco Pendleton just happened not to be here!

A ruse to lure the tiger away from the mountain?

Thinking this, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

“You just need to tell me where the map is,” Devlin said, lightly brushing the dust off his trousers. “I have limited time and hope Sacha Reed will not make things difficult.”

“What if I don’t cooperate?”

Ivan Reed snorted coolly, still carrying an air of arrogance.

Sacha Reed from the capital!

Who would dare to touch him?

Moreover, looking at the time, Marco Pendleton would be back soon.

“If you know what’s good for you…”

Slap!

Devlin took off his glove and slapped Ivan Reed across the face!

“One needs to recognize reality in life,” he spoke coldly, and then lit another cigarette.

“I, Sacha Reed, have never been coerced like this before. If I die, the capital will be turned upside down! You can’t bear the consequences!”

Ivan Reed swallowed, hate flickering in his eyes.

For the first time in thirty years, someone had dared to slap him!

Thirty years ago!

The last boss who slapped him was personally killed by Ivan Reed.

Now, this masked man in front of him dared to slap him again!

“Kill you? I certainly won’t.”

Devlin laughed, “What are you thinking? I am a law-abiding good citizen.”

Having said that, he pressed the scalding cigarette butt onto the top of Ivan Reed’s head!

“Ah…”

Ivan Reed, unprepared, screamed in agony after featuring bone-deep pain!

Pain!

A searing pain!

Ivan Reed, who had been pampered for decades, experienced such torture for the first time!

Even though he tasted blood on the blade in his early years, he had lived in the Davenport family mansion for thirty years, enjoying all the glory and wealth!

The excruciating pain that was driving him crazy yanked Ivan Reed back to reality!

“I don’t have the map!”

He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.

A map?

He hadn’t even heard of it.

“It seems Sacha Reed is still not willing to cooperate, huh?”

Devlin’s brows furrowed slightly, looking at the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand, and he sighed.

“It’s not that I won’t say. It’s that I really don’t know about the map…”

Whoosh!

Devlin threw a punch!

Blood splattered!

Drip!

Ivan Reed gently wiped his nose with his hand.

Blood stained his fingertips, and some dripped onto the floor.

“Where is the map?”

Devlin put on his gloves and walked over, grabbing Ivan Reed’s head: “Speak.”

“I genuinely don’t know what map you’re talking about! You…”

Whoosh!

The next moment.

Ivan Reed’s nose hit Devlin’s knee.

He almost passed out.

His mind went blank.

Only pain!

Constantly stimulating his nerves.

“Sorry, I’ll ask one last time.”

Devlin picked up the dart box from the floor and pressed it against Ivan Reed’s head: “Sacha Reed of the capital, for some reason, apparently committed suicide in Gonzalez City?”

“I really… don’t know!”

Ivan Reed closed his eyes, his teeth grinding noisily.

Swish!

Just at that moment!

A flying knife cut through the air!

Thud!

Devlin sprang up, smashing through the second-floor glass and vanishing from the Emperor’s Hall.

“Sacha Reed!”

Marco Pendleton, covering his shoulder with one hand, rushed in quickly.

“Did it fail?”

Ivan Reed, disregarding the blood all over his face, quickly stood up, grabbing Marco Pendleton’s arm with both hands.

“What about Jaxston and the others?”

“All gone!”

Marco Pendleton closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

His four disciples, he had cherished them like his own sons.

Always by his side!

But now, not one had returned.

“It’s over!”

Thump!

Ivan Reed collapsed on the couch, blinking: “Everything’s a mess! Where’s Orren Beaumont?”

He suddenly remembered Orren Beaumont, and his nerves tensed up!

“Orren Beaumont is still with Aron Jackson. Sacha, do you suspect Orren Beaumont has a problem?”

Marco Pendleton narrowed his eyes as well.

“Whether Orren Beaumont has a problem, I’m not very sure. But the assassin who just came seemed to know that none of you were here and also demanded the map from me!”

Trembling, Ivan Reed picked up a tissue from the table and wiped the blood from his face: “Go find a doctor to tend to it.”

“I’m fine,” Marco Pendleton shook his head and asked, “What map?”

“I don’t know either, but that person seemed to think the so-called map is on me. He directly used the dart box to press me for it just now.”

Ivan Reed, looking at the blood on the tissue, said shakily: “Find out for me! You must get to the bottom of what happened today!”

“Alright!”

Marco Pendleton turned around, but just as he reached the door, he came back.

“What’s wrong?”

Ivan Reed raised his head, only to see someone walk in through the door.

Subconsciously, he picked up the dart box from the floor!