Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 951 - 951 951 Thor Arrives from the East

Chapter 951: Chapter 951 Thor Arrives from the East Chapter 951: Chapter 951 Thor Arrives from the East “Sir, heading to downtown?”

On the outskirts of Gonzalez City.

A taxi driver was leaning against a tree, smoking, when he saw a middle-aged man walking towards him from a distance.

The early spring was unexpectedly cold, even during the day the temperature was only around ten degrees Celsius.

But the man was wearing a vest and a pair of shorts.

Underneath, a pair of slippers.

Anyone else would probably have been shivering from the cold.

Yet this middle-aged man seemed completely at ease, humming a tune as he walked along the road.

Relaxed and comfortable.

This area was quite remote, and taxi drivers did not like to take fares here.

Once they drove out to the suburbs, they usually had to return with an empty cab.

Only after the customer offered an extra fifty bucks did he agree to come.

He had intended to smoke a cigarette and drive back empty.

But seeing the man, the taxi driver casually called out, “Heading to downtown?”

The area was industrial, with almost no residents.

Those who worked here usually had cars.

For someone like the man, the only way out was to take a taxi.

If he walked, it would take an hour to see a bus station.

“Go!”

The man nodded and jogged over.

“To downtown.”

“Lucky!”

The taxi driver was all smiles; he hadn’t expected to find a fare in this place.

“You’re in luck, ran into me while I was smoking here.

Otherwise, hehe…

you’d have to walk at least an hour.”

He flicked the cigarette butt away and settled back into the driver’s seat.

“Where to?”

“Downtown.”

The man sat in the passenger seat and said with a light smile, “Anywhere is fine.”

“Not a local, huh?”

The taxi driver scrutinized him carefully.

He dealt with all sorts of customers all year round, usually able to guess someone’s identity at a glance.

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At such a close range, the taxi driver finally got a clear look at the man’s face.

The man must have been over fifty, with only a few sparse hairs left on his head.

Slightly overweight, he wore a white vest with some holes in it.

Not even a pocket in sight.

“Buddy, will it be WeChat Pay or…”

The driver frowned slightly.

He wasn’t a philanthropist; he couldn’t afford to give a free ride.

“Cash!”

The man reached back and pulled out a wad of bills.

“But it’s US dollars…”

“Let me see!”

Gonzalez City is not like other places.

It’s the center of economy and culture; taxi drivers here often deal with international clients.

They don’t just understand English, they recognize US currency too.

“Oh, it’s really US dollars!”

After a quick verification, the driver quickly handed the money back with a smile, “Okay, let’s get going!”

He shifted gears, pressed the accelerator.

The car slowly left the industrial area, heading towards the city.

“Old man, where are you from?

Why use US dollars?”

They say greed comes with wealth, and seeing so much US dollars, the taxi driver couldn’t help but have some thoughts.

Murder and plunder were against the law; he wouldn’t do that.

But playing with the meter to overcharge was not a tough task.

Having driven here for years, he was very adept at this.

“Americas.”

The man answered with a smile.

Common sense says not to flaunt wealth, but he seemed indifferent.

As if this amount of money was nothing to him.

This kind of affluence was something that oozed out of him subconsciously, different from showing off.

If the man didn’t care about money, it would be unconscionable for the driver not to overcharge.

“Overseas, huh!

How many years has it been since you’ve been back?”

The driver pressed a button nonchalantly, and the meter started to jump faster.

“Decades, I suppose.”

The man seemed not to notice, looking straight ahead as if searching for something.

“Seeing how wealthy you look, are you a boss?”

The driver chatted aimlessly, trying to get a feel for who the man was.

“Sort of.”

The man continued to answer indifferently, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Silence.

All the way to downtown.

Beside a commercial street in the city center.

“This is fine.”

Through the car window, the man saw a banner hanging on the trees lining both sides of the street.

The cloth bore the symbol of the sun and moon.

“That’s a total of 2,300 RMB, which would be 400 US Dollars according to the exchange rate.”

The driver stopped the meter and cheerfully said.

What a big score!

Today he planned to go straight home and boast to his buddies.

Then hit the town for a night out.

“Here!”

The man counted out 400 US Dollars and handed it to the taxi driver.

“Thanks a lot!”

The taxi driver took the money, grinning from ear to ear.

Internally, he cursed the man for being a fool!

Rich and stupid!

Boom!

But before he could recover from his excitement,

man and car were cleaved in twain!

“Is this…

Are they shooting a movie?”

The car stopped in a bustling district.

Brysen Beaumont slowly put away the butcher’s knife at his waist, walked to the driver’s seat, and took back the blood-stained 400 US Dollars from the driver’s hand.

“The first one to treat me, Brysen Beaumont, like an idiot.”

The taxi was split in half, and the driver could not escape.

He died a gruesome death.

“Murder…

There’s been a murder!”

Someone shouted loudly.

Hundreds of pedestrians were scared and fled in all directions.

Yet there were those unafraid of death, who took out their phones to record videos.

“Fellow countryman, I need to borrow your bike.”

Brysen Beaumont walked up to an old man with a silly smile, whispering a negotiation.

“Take…

Take it…”

The elderly man was just by the taxi, having gotten tired of riding and thinking of pushing his bike for a bit.

But who could have known he would witness a man being split in half right before his eyes?

Now he only thought of surviving; as for his bicycle…

To hell with it.

“This 400 US Dollars should be enough for you to buy an electric bike.”

Brysen Beaumont grabbed the old man’s hand and stuffed the bloodied 400 US Dollars into it.

After doing so.

He jumped onto the bike and disappeared in the street.

The elderly man stood on the spot, holding the 400 US Dollars and staring dazedly; he had been scared out of his wits.

The streets of Gonzalez City were always bustling beyond measure.

Spacious and clean.

But occasionally, one would find cloths hanging from the branches.

On these cloths were the symbol of the sun and moon.

This was the mark of the Thunderpeak Hall.

Before Brysen Beaumont arrived, Devlin had already arranged everything.

The final direction of these cloths was where Julius Reed was located.

…

“Mr.

Devlin, could you share the plan with me?”

Inside the SUV, Lily Jorden spoke out.

Her expression was terrified, her lips pale.

Clearly, the disrespect she suffered from Julius Reed twice before had left her with a deep psychological scar.

“Lily, there are some things you shouldn’t ask,” said Nine Spirits in a stern voice.

Her tone was quite displeased.

“Heh, it’s nothing, just killing someone, that’s all,” Devlin scoffed.

How could he answer her?

Should he tell Lily Jorden that they were going to put her in Julius Reed’s bed and let them make love?

Then, with the deadly poison inside her, leave Julius Reed weak and vulnerable for an ambush?

His master hadn’t mentioned it, so it wasn’t appropriate for an outsider like him to do so.

“We’re almost there.”

Devlin pulled out a mini monitor from his chest.

On it was a small red dot.

The dot was less than a kilometer from them.

As per the original plan, the Mage of Thunderpeak Hall, Brysen Beaumont, would attempt to defeat Julius Reed here.

Before that, Devlin intended to have Lily Jorden meet with Julius Reed.

Taking advantage of Brysen Beaumont’s move on Lily, they aimed to distract Julius Reed.

If successful, Lily would die under the sword of the Nine Spirits.

A person without any further value had no right to live.

If it failed, Lily would become their ultimate trump card!

And Gonzalez City would be on the brink of a major upheaval!

“Julius Reed is right ahead, just walk over and attract his attention, and a master will take him down!”

After the SUV stopped, Nine Spirits pointed to the lone figure on the northwest road.

Excitement flickered in his eyes.