Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 64: Chapter 63: Attack in the Alley_1

Translator: 549690339

“Impossible!”

Harlan Potter suppressed the heart-wrenching pain, leaning against the warehouse wall as he gasped for air.

No one had ever beaten him in a frenzied state, not ever!

“Unfortunately, it’s happened.”

Julius Reed shrugged his shoulders and said to Aron Jackson, “I’ll leave the rest to you.”

“Sure!”

Aron Jackson nodded and slowly walked towards Harlan Potter.

“Go to hell!”

Even with both arms broken, Harlan Potter’s proud heart still wouldn’t allow him to submit!

Watching Aron Jackson approaching, he suddenly leaped up, his legs chopping down like lightning!

Crack!

Facing this desperate attack, Aron Jackson simply met it head-on and chopped down with his palm!

The immense force instantly broke Harlan Potter’s leg bones!

Thud!

Harlan Potter fell to the ground, with large beads of sweat now forming on his forehead.

Originally, his strength was on par with Aron Jackson’s, but now that his arms were disabled, he naturally was no match for Aron Jackson.

“Who are you! Even if I am to die, let me die knowing!”

Even with two broken arms and a leg, Harlan Potter enduring the excruciating pain, looked up at Julius Reed and asked with a trembling voice.

He couldn’t believe it!

In this world, there could be someone who would defeat him so miserably! “You’re not worthy of knowing my big brother’s name!”

Aron Jackson stepped on Harlan Potter’s chest and took out a cell phone from his pocket.

“It looks like the ransom has just doubled.”

“He, Stanislaus Potter, should be thankful. If it were someone else, they might have already torn up the ticket.”

Julius Reed stood by, smiling cheerfully.

“Good, then let’s double it.”

Aron Jackson nodded and dialed Stanislaus Potter’s number using Harlan Potter’s phone.

“Is the young master rescued?”

As soon as the call connected, Stanislaus Potter asked eagerly.

“Boss Potter, we’re about to tear up the ticket.”

Aron Jackson sighed, somewhat helplessly saying, “I dealt with you honestly, but you sent people to kill me. That’s not quite fair, is it?”

After a brief silence on the other end, Stanislaus Potter’s voice became more anxious: “Aron Jackson, money is negotiable! I was wrong about what happened today! Name your terms, I, Stanislaus Potter, guarantee with my personal reputation that I will play no more tricks!”

He had only this one son and couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

As if afraid Aron Jackson wouldn’t believe him, he added, “Please give me your

account number, and within halt an hour, I will definitely transfer the money to your account! Please, you must believe me!”

By the end, his voice was already quivering.

“Since that’s the case, then we won’t tear up the ticket. The ransom is doubled, 600 million, not too much, right?”

Aron Jackson said with a light smile, “Your man here can fight; he scared my people quite a bit. So, asking for a bit more as a medical fee, that seems fair, doesn’t it?”

“650 million! As long as you release my son and Harlan Potter, the money will be transferred quickly!”

Stanislaus Potter immediately increased the price by 50 million without any hesitation.

“Good! Boss Potter is a straightforward man! If you hadn’t made all this mess, your son might already be home safe. Why bother?”

Even Aron Jackson didn’t expect the other party to be so straightforward, adding 50 million directly. It even made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

“As long as my son is safe, money is no issue! Aron Jackson, I hope you keep your word, now send me the account number.”

As the party being extorted, Stanislaus Potter was even more eager than Aron Jackson. But thinking about it, it made sense. The Potter Family only had this one heir; if something happened to Quamaine Potter, who would inherit the family’s fortune of over tens of billions?

“You can rest assured on that, Boss Potter. I, Aron Jackson, keep my word. As soon as I get the money, I’ll naturally send your son back.”

After giving the account number to Stanislaus Potter, Aron Jackson hung up the phone and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

It was already the afternoon, and many employees were leaving work one by one.

On the outskirts of the Radcliffe Group, two black vans appeared quietly.

Inside the vans, a group of blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign men sat in the seats, staring intently at the group’s main entrance.

Every one of them carried a fierce killing intent, with a cold light twinkling in their pupils, clearly the desperados of doomed fates.

Not long after, Quella Radcliffe walked out of the main entrance.

As soon as she got into the Rolls-Royce, two black vans slowly followed behind.

Throughout the journey, the vans maintained a just-right distance from the Rolls-Royce, neither easy to detect nor easy to lose.

It wasn’t until both vehicles turned into an alley that one of the vans suddenly sped up and then came to a stop sideways in front of the Rolls-Royce.

Faced with the sudden situation, Quella Radcliffe instinctively slammed on the brakes!

Screech!

With the sound of tires skidding against the road surface, the Rolls-Royce stopped between the two vans.

At the same time, several foreign men got out of the vans.

Quella Radcliffe didn’t need to think to know she was being kidnapped.

She was about to floor the accelerator when the window next to her shattered!

“Oh! Dear beauty, my apologies for frightening you,” said one of the foreign men with a sneer as he reached into the car and opened the door from the inside.

“Frank, less talk! Get the job done quickly!”

His companion clearly wasn’t pleased and rudely pulled Quella Radcliffe from the driving seat, shoving her toward the van.

“Watch out!”

Just then. the man called Frank’s punils contracted sharply. and he suddenly

ducked!

Whoosh!

Three plum blossom darts whizzed past his body and embedded into the alley’s wall.

The wall, made of marble, shattered under the impact of the darts!

“Eric, take them and go! Leave the rest to me!”

A cold light flashed in Frank’s eyes as he was completely enraged by the sneak attack.

“Okay!”

Eric struck Quella Radcliffe on the neck with his palm, knocking her out before tossing her into the van.

“Don’t linger in battle!”

After giving a few instructions, he started the van, preparing to leave.

Whoosh!

Just then, two plum blossom darts shot out, piercing through the van’s front windshield!

Like a wild beast, Eric quickly leaned back!

The darts brushed past his face, leaving two bloody streaks on Eric’s cheek.

Having discerned their opponent’s location, Frank and several foreign men charged forward!

Whoosh!

This time, dozens of plum blossom darts rained down like a torrent, piercing the two foreign men at the front!

“Paul, Anthony!”

Seeing his companions brutally killed, Eric’s eyes reddened as he drew two throwing knives from his waist.

“Come out!”

He roared, flinging his arms forward with all his might.

Clang! Clang!

With the sound of metal clashing, two women appeared in the alley.

“Who are you? Why did you kill my companions!”

Facing the two eastern women in yellow tracksuits, Frank’s gaze was icy cold.

These people had been through life and death together, as close as brothers. Yet today, two of them were forever parted from their comrades.

As the squad leader of Blood Canyon, rage filled Frank’s entire being.

“Release the woman in the van, or you all will die!”

The woman in yellow pointed at the van where Quella Radcliffe was, her tone just as icy.

“Then bury my brothers with you!”

Frank’s expression darkened, and suddenly, a sharp knife appeared in his hand!