Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

No matter how you put it, Truman Ridge was at least nominally the Alliance Hierarch of the Boulevard League.

On this point, even Tobias Michael, the richest man in Ganny Province, had no objections.

Just the fact that he was able to kill Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter without leaving a trace fully proved Truman Ridge’s capabilities.

Or rather, the wealthy were simply too scared to challenge Truman Ridge, fearing they might become the next Miguel Abbott.

Most of their abilities were on par with that of Miguel Abbott, or even less for some.

Yet now, that slap from the Saint Heir directly shattered Truman Ridge’s authority in the Boulevard League.

The prestige that the Ridge Family had just started to establish, was gone in an instant.

Their desire to be respected by all as soon as they appeared, was abruptly cut short.

“You… how dare you hit me!” Truman Ridge’s eyes bulged as he clenched his fists tightly.

Although the Ridge Family, with its assets over a hundred billion, had kept a very low profile before, and not many outsiders had heard of the Ridge Family,

a wealthy man stepping out would definitely receive respect.

Including the family retainers, the Ridge Family had over a hundred people, and in recent years, the Ridge family members’ interactions outside had already built up the Ridge Family’s reputation through a great deal of money.

Many prominent figures came to visit one after another, seeking to befriend Truman Ridge.

Being pampered and held up by everyone like a star, Truman Ridge couldn’t help feeling somewhat arrogant.

In his life, always commanding winds and summoning rains, he couldn’t believe that at over seventy years old, he would be slapped across the face!

And it happened right before an audience, one could imagine the rage in his heart.

“How about it, Mr. Ridge? Are you not satisfied?” said the Saint Heir with a mocking look at Truman Ridge, snorting lightly, “Not satisfied? Then just bear with it!”

Just now, strutting around backed by the Shadow Warrior, had already made the Saint Heir very irritated.

Now, with the Shadow Warrior having left for some unknown reason, he was even less likely to let go of the chance to humiliate Truman Ridge.

“You…”

Slap!

Before Truman Ridge could finish his words, the Saint Heir slapped him again, sending him tumbling to the ground.

“Master!” The housekeeper, momentarily stunned, then quickly rushed over to help Truman Ridge up from the ground: “Master, are you alright?”

“Do I look alright to you?” Truman Ridge slowly stood up from the ground, softly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The air was terrifyingly silent.

The businessmen didn’t dare to make a sound, even Tobias Michael stood still on the spot, quickly pondering over the situation internally.

Seeing the unsatisfied look in Truman Ridge’s eyes, the Saint Heir walked over again and said, “I’ll give you a chance now, why don’t you try and take revenge?”

With the Shadow Warrior having gone deep into the mountains, the Saint Heir, standing there, could no longer sense those people’s presence at all.

This made him even more confident in facing Truman Ridge.

“It seems that those people just now weren’t your workers. Remember this, Mr. Ridge, you can only rely on your own people,” the Saint Heir said, patting Truman Ridge on the shoulder, then pressing down hard!

Thump!

Caught completely off guard, Truman Ridge fell to his knees!

“Mr. Ridge, what are you doing? You flatter me! Even if you wanted to apologize, there’s no need for this, right?” the Saint Heir laughed heartily, then turned and boarded a sedan.

The man in the tank top hurried into the car and then rolled down the window, shouting out to the merchants, “Leopold Family villa, someone guide the way!”

Everyone looked at each other, no one daring to dally.

Truman Ridge didn’t even regard his own family highly, let alone these people?

“Please follow me!” Whitley Leopold hesitated for a moment before getting into a car and leading the way.

Seeing the Saint Heir gaining the upper hand, the others also returned to their cars and followed behind, heading together to the Leopold Family villa.

In less than a minute, the convoy of dozens of people was left with only Cesar Pendleton sitting in a wheelchair, choosing not to leave.

“Cesar Pendleton, why aren’t you leaving?” Truman Ridge slowly stood up with the help of the butler, his eyes already bloodshot,

He looked at the only person who had stayed behind, Truman Ridge, feeling somewhat relieved in his heart.

At least there was someone with conscience, not forced to follow anyone else.

“Mr. Ridge, my car was taken by Bridger Davenport; I can’t leave even if I wanted to,” Cesar Pendleton said with an embarrassed face. “Could you trouble Mr. Ridge to lend me a car first?”

As soon as he finished speaking, not only Truman Ridge but also the butler’s face darkened to the extreme.

“No escort!” Truman Ridge waved his sleeve and strode back into the courtyard.

After he went back, he went straight to the main hall, where he saw all the martial artists in green who had left earlier sitting there in silence.

“Why did you leave! The order from above was to ensure the safety of my Ridge Family!” Truman Ridge slammed the table fiercely and roared, “Right at my own doorstep, I was slapped in the face! If it weren’t for the other party not wanting to send the Shadow Warrior, I might have died outside already! I will report today’s events exactly as they happened!”

His face turned ashen, his demeanor growing colder and colder.

“If Mr. Ridge wishes to report, then go ahead and report! It is indeed our duty to protect your safety. But you must know, we also follow orders!” A senior martial artist in green picked up a teacup and took a gentle sip, “We have our rules for doing things, and we are not your bodyguards, Mr. Ridge. If you are dissatisfied, we will leave immediately.”

“You… you!” Truman Ridge’s lips turned white with anger, his body trembling, “Fine! I’m going to call the higher-ups right now and see how you explain this!”

He touched his swollen face, turned around, and walked back to his room, where he pulled out a satellite phone from under the bed.

“Your people didn’t follow the rules, and the Saint Heir and I were confronting each other. I had the situation under control, but the martial artists in green left inexplicably, humiliating me in front of everyone. The prestige I had established is now gone.”

Truman Ridge vented his frustration into the phone.

“This isn’t their fault,” after a while, a female voice came through the phone.

“They were just following orders, Mr. Ridge, we have our rules. Just now, someone from within our organization appeared, and the martial artists in green had to withdraw. You need to be careful now, try not to do anything out of line. As for the Saint Heir, I will send someone to deal with it.”

After hearing the woman’s words, Truman Ridge’s frown deepened even more, and he said with some displeasure, “So I got slapped for nothing? I don’t know what your rules are, but being humiliated by the Saint Heir today is indisputably related to your people abandoning their posts at the last minute!”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, having lost face in public at his age!

If this were to get out, the Ridge Family would probably bear this humiliation for decades to come.

“Mr. Ridge, watch your words!” The woman’s voice became cold instantly, making Truman Ridge shiver on the other end of the phone.

“If you are unwilling to be the Alliance Hierarch, I can replace you at any time.”

“You misunderstand me; Yannick Ridge didn’t mean it that way,” Truman Ridge hurriedly explained.

“Apart from you, I want no one to know of my existence.” After saying this, the woman hung up the phone.

Thump!

At the same time, a corpse was thrown into Truman Ridge’s room.

“Butler!”

Recognizing the corpse’s face, Truman Ridge’s eyes nearly popped out.