Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1225 - 1225 1225 Meeting

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Meeting Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Meeting Under the pitch-black night sky.

Brysen strode swiftly, carrying Devlin, and arrived in a forest one kilometer away from the base.

“We had an agreement, either I get the answers I want, or see the Divine Dragon Tripod, or I’ll crush your neck,” Brysen warned, dumping the sickly Devlin into the passenger seat and starting the car.

“Relax, I’m a man who always repays his debts,” Devlin shakily took out the cigarette that Brysen Beaumont had given him and placed one in his mouth.

“Damn! The saint leader really knows how to strike at one’s heart!”

Click!

Devlin lit the cigarette, putting it to the flame and taking a gentle drag.

A look of satisfaction spread across his face.

It seemed as if with the smoke entering his body, the pain in his body eased somewhat.

“Your father is the Medicine King; now you tell me, what kind of poison is this?”

He reached out his hand, leaning back in the seat.

Limp and weak.

The night wind was cool, like a soothing massage to the face.

But Devlin had no mood to enjoy it.

This poison was torturous.

If it were a deathly poison that struck immediately, he wouldn’t be afraid.

To die would be the end.

Yet, it was a poison that left him neither alive nor dead.

From the onset of the poisoning, Devlin’s insides had been in excruciating pain.

Every breath felt as though his chest was being torn apart.

He knew the saint leader was a master of pharmacology, but he couldn’t guess what poison this was!

But one thing Devlin knew for sure.

This poison, under the heavens apart from the saint leader himself, only one other person could cure it.

The legendary Medicine God from Medicine King Valley was rumored to have left Boulevard Mountain.

Now present in Star City.

The news was spread by Julius Reed, and Devlin had heard it from Brysen Beaumont.

After weighing his options, Devlin decided to seek out the Medicine King.

The saint leader, he dare not meet again.

To meet was to die.

“Although my father is the Medicine King, my Eagle Vein’s expertise lies in stealth and tracking,” Brysen said as he drove. “Just don’t die on me halfway, it would screw me over! Letting you go on my own, Granny Xihua will surely tattle to Devlin. Then, I’d be damned either way.”

With that, he turned on the car stereo.

Normally, Brysen was extremely cautious in his dealings.

Trackers must never make a sound, must never reveal any trace.

But now he was relaxed and could joyfully play music while driving on the highway.

Brysen turned the volume up to the maximum.

“Too noisy!”

Devlin was in too much pain to have any desire to listen to music.

He clutched the half-burned cigarette, stretching his hand to turn off the music.

The noise was making his heart flutter.

“Endure it, or jump off,” Brysen glanced sideways, holding down Devlin’s hand with a playful look. “Choose for yourself.”

After speaking, he tried to increase the volume even more.

Brysen was happy to see Devlin in a tight spot.

It was said that Devlin was not someone who suffered losses easily.

This man was cunning to the core, like a rat in the sewers; although everybody wanted him gone, many who got bitten by him couldn’t even locate the rat.

Brysen felt like a cat.

No matter how cunning the rat, in front of a cat, it had to submit.

“You’re ruthless.”

Devlin sullenly retracted his hand and resorted to blocking his ears.

Seeing this, Brysen’s heart swelled with even more pride.

The rest of the journey passed in silence.

About three hours later, the signs for Star City came into view.

“Let me tell you something,”

Devlin suddenly turned his head, a smile in his voice as he looked at Brysen.

Though the smile was hidden beneath the mask, just listening to the tone made Brysen’s hair stand on end.

Every time Devlin smiled, someone was bound to be unlucky.

“I’m warning you! No more tricks!” Brysen drove with one hand, eyes warily on Devlin.

But soon, he felt he was overreacting a bit.

Devlin was poisoned severely, and even if he weren’t, at such a close range, he was no match for Brysen.

What was there to fear?

“None.”

Devlin shook his head and began, “I just remembered something and thought it necessary to share with you.”

“Speak!”

Julius spoke coldly.

During their conversation, the car had already entered Star City.

The outer ring, no traffic.

The road was wide.

Another dozen kilometers or so, and they’d be in the downtown area.

“The Seven Veins are actually not united,” Devlin took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, “especially you from the Eagle Vein; you’re the least liked.”

“The Eagle Vein?”

Julius felt something was off, “What are you trying to say?”

“Within the Seven Veins, there are many mortal enemies. Among them, the Sealing Pulse and the Eagle Vein are like fire and water! Both factions have a rule: if they see each other, they kill without mercy!”

Devlin took a drag of his cigarette, extended his right hand outside the car, and gently tapped the ashes off, “So, if you see that friend from the Sealing Pulse, you might die.”

“You’re playing me!”

Screech!

Julius slammed on the brakes.

He glared at Devlin.

“Yes, I played you. I’m sorry.”

Devlin flicked the cigarette butt away and pushed open the car door, “Thanks for the ride, my driver.”

“You…”

Julius was about to strike, but felt his body go limp.

Completely powerless.

“Devlin…”

Julius roared with rage, knowing he’d been duped again.

“I saved your life, by rights you should thank me.” Devlin pulled open the driver’s side door, dumped Julius onto the ground, and took his place behind the wheel.

At the same time, he turned off the music.

“Annoyed me the whole damn way!”

Bang!

He pulled out a gun, aimed it at the speakers and the dashboard, and fired several shots.

“When did you…”

Julius was feeling desperate.

He’d been tricked again!

“While you weren’t paying attention, I used a syringe to spray a little on the volume button. You have a bad habit, always like touching your nose. The poison got on your hand, and then you inhaled it into your body.”

Devlin rolled down the window, looked at the powerless Julius, “You saved me, I saved you in kind. Trust me, leave the pearl, or you’ll end up in a bad way.”

Having said that, Devlin floored the accelerator!

The car roared away.

“You won’t die a good death!”

Watching the tail lights disappear into the distance, Julius shouted furiously.

But he didn’t even have the strength to clench his fists.

“Devlin, you old thief!”

Julius bellowed.

Late at night.

The streets were silent.

Even in a big city, places like Star City would have at most a few cars driving around at midnight.

Devlin arrived at the entrance of Zephyr Hotel and hopped out of the car.

“Cough…”

He leaned against the car, coughing lightly.

This poison was too strange!

Even as worldly as Devlin was, he couldn’t recognize what poison it was.

The hotel was booked solid.

Only one room still had its light on.

After steadying his breath, Devlin scaled the wall and entered the hotel lobby.

According to Brysen Beaumont’s words, Medicine God should be here.

“Sir, this place is booked, I’m very sorry…”

Before the hotel receptionist could finish, Devlin took a gun from inside his clothing.

It was one he had taken from Julius.

“Take me to see the only guest here.”

Devlin walked to the reception, voice cold as he said, “Otherwise, you die.”

“Yes!”

The reception had already been instructed to cooperate with anyone who came looking for a guest in the middle of the night.

Not to resist.

The two entered the elevator.

Before long, they arrived on Elaenor Wood’s floor.

“Sir, that room at the very end,” the hotel receptionist said before retreating into the elevator and quickly pressing the descent button.

Devlin paid no attention to him but went straight to the last room’s door.

He knocked lightly.