Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The pitch-black night was especially quiet.

The time had already reached twelve midnight, and pedestrians had all vanished from the streets.

One by one, dark figures appeared around the Golden Eagle Group, then quickly concealed themselves on the streets.

“Young master, we are ready.”

A leading man holding a walkie-talkie asked softly, “Shall we proceed?” Whoosh!

Before a reply could be received, a gunshot shattered the silence.

And the man who had been speaking had a dart in his forehead, collapsing straight to the ground.

“Brother Cook! ”

The rest were horrified, unsure of what to do.

They looked around warily, each feeling a chill run down their spine.

The assailant’s weapon, hidden somewhere unknown, had managed to take out their squad leader in such a short time. “Hey! Cook! What the hell is going on? What was that sound on your end?” An anxious shout came from the walkie-talkie.

“Young master, someone used a dart, Brother Cook has been taken out! What should we do now?”

Quickly, someone picked up the walkie-talkie to communicate with the person on the other end.

“What! Say that again! Cook is dead?”

The person on the other end clearly couldn’t believe it.

If their leader was down before they even started, how could they proceed?

“Yes! There’s someone with hidden weapons around us!” The speaker looked around cautiously, his voice trembling.

“Retreat!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the order came through the walkie-talkie again.

“Young master has ordered a retreat!”

The man put down the walkie-talkie and waved his hand at the employees.

Whoosh!

Just then, countless Crossbow Arrows flew through the air.

Before long, the street fell silent once again.

“What’s going on? What was that noise?”

The person on the walkie-talkie was clearly puzzled, even a little worried.

But no one answered him.

Only an endless silence.

“Sorry, I’ve taken care of your men for you!”

After a cold voice was heard, the walkie-talkie was crushed underfoot.

“Clean up the scene, waiting for the next group!”

Black Dog waved his hand, and his group of men in black immediately carried the bodies away.

And they concealed themselves once more.

Meanwhile, in a villa belonging to the Leopold Family, Yates Leopold fiercely smashed the device in his hand, his entire body trembling.

This was his heavily financed personal bodyguard team, all gone just like that.

And whether or not the person behind it all was Stanislaus Potter, he had no idea.

But not long after his men were taken out, various members of the Leopold Family began to close in on the Golden Eagle Group.

Black Dog, who knew their plans inside out, was practically waiting at the predetermined spot, effortlessly taking out these Leopold Family members.

Leaving behind a few survivors, and mentioning the name of Brayden Leopold, he led his men to a motel not far from the Golden Eagle Group.

Whoosh!

After kicking open the door, they found Fernando Leopold, who had been tied up like a zongzi.

There were no other people in the room.

“Old Mr. Leopold, I am an employee of Brayden Leopold, I’ve specifically come to rescue you!”

Black Dog immediately walked forward and tore off the tape that was stuck on Fernando Leopold’s mouth.

“Black Dog, weren’t you with Atlas Leopold?”

Fernando Leopold, an active elderly member of the Leopold Family, had a good understanding of the family’s dynamics.

“Atlas Leopold is currently bedridden, so I came to work for Brayden Leopold to seek revenge for him,” Black Dog made up an excuse on the spot.

Sure enough, Fernando Leopold believed it to be true.

“Hmm, at least you have a conscience. Remember to avenge your young master!”

In his view, whether Atlas or Brayden, both were young masters of the Leopold Family.

Whichever young master’s employee he was under made no difference to him.

Moreover, Atlas Leopold had his legs broken and still hasn’t regained consciousness to this day.

Black Dog wants revenge and truly can only rely on other young masters. “Let’s leave quickly before Stanislaus Potter’s people arrive here!”

Although Fernando Leopold was somewhat aged, he was still robust.

Despite experiencing such a tragic ordeal, he was still spirited and led the way out of the hotel.

Once they were in the car that had been prepared in advance, the group headed straight for the Leopold family villa.

“Done!”

Black Dog sent a message to Brayden Leopold.

“Not bad!”

Brayden Leopold replied with just two words, yet it represented recognition of him.

At the same time, Julius Reed also received the message.

He smiled, picked up his phone, and dialed a strange number.

Soon, someone on the other end answered. “Hello, who’s this?”

The voice was somewhat aged but full of vitality.

“Mr. Whitley Leopold, it’s a pleasure!”

Julius Reed stood on top of the Water Pearl Building, gazing at the starry sky, “How about we make a deal?”

“You are… Julius Reed?”

Whitley Leopold, as someone who had lived many years, guessed Julius Reed’s identity almost immediately. “Right, the old man’s quite capable.”

Julius Reed didn’t deny it.

“Excellent! You’ve got some guts calling me!”

Whitley Leopold laughed loudly, “Although I’m curious how you got this number, I’m more interested in what kind of deal you want to make with me.” This number was only known to inner core members of the Leopold family.

If someone outside knew, it certainly meant there had been a leak.

In other words, there was a mole within the family.

“Forget it, I’ve changed my mind.”

Julius Reed gave a faint smile and hung up the phone quickly.

But on the other end, Whitley Leopold was not so relaxed.

His face darkened, and he turned to an older man beside him, “Chad, investigate at once, we have a mole inside our family!” “Old Master, the Leopold family has a mole?”

The middle-aged man called Chad didn’t quite understand.

“My number, no outsider knows! Those who do are only a few family inner members, check one by one, we must find the mole!”

Whitley Leopold’s eyes narrowed as he sneered coldly, “I do want to see who’s so audacious!”

“Yes!”

Chad nodded and quickly left.

In the vast room, only Whitley Leopold was left alone.

He sat by the window, his hands on his cane, muttering to himself, “Julius Reed, you’re truly something. But you shouldn’t have played, especially shouldn’t have come to Five-river Province. As long as you come here, you have to submit to me!”

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Just then, the phone by his bed rang.

“Hello!”

After picking up, Whitley Leopold resumed his previous tone.

“Old Master of Leopold Family, we have a mole! All the people we sent out are gone!”

An angry voice came through the phone.

“What did you say?”

Whitley Leopold frowned, sensing a bad premonition.

“All our people sent out were wiped out on the road! The enemy completely knows our moves, to the letter!” The phone was filled with rage.

“Wait for my instructions!”

Whitley Leopold quickly hung up the phone, wanting to call other Leopold family members.

But as soon as he hung up, another call came in immediately.

“Old Master, my thirty-some staff, all gone! I suspect there’s a traitor within the family!”

It was another internal call.

Whitley Leopold’s expression was like still water, and his hand gripping the cane trembled slightly.

“I understand!”

After taking a deep breath, he put the phone back and shouted toward the doorway, “Call a family meeting!”