Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 2577: Vatican Expert

The broken sword can be reforged.But a wooden sword, impossible.

Yet, the sword in Iwan Martinez’s hand really slowly grew.

Just like a tree budding new leaves, becoming a complete wooden sword.

However, the new part was completely different from before.

It looked quite fresh.

The remaining half was very old.

Like it was made from wood used for countless years.

Pushing open the door, Iwan Martinez picked up a wine jar and walked downstairs.

And upstairs, Julius Reed saw this scene and lay on the bed, preparing to take a good rest.

He understood Iwan Martinez’s ability.

The Church couldn’t possibly send a bishop-level figure to such a place.

Even at his peak, Iwan Martinez could kill a bishop, now even if injured, dealing with some small fry posed no challenge.

Sure enough.

Little Yellow Hair hadn’t been dead for long.

A group quickly gathered at the tavern entrance.

The boss lady forcibly locked Wolong and Fengchu in the room.

These two guys couldn’t be allowed to make trouble again.

But oddly, she noticed that blind man didn’t come down.

Downstairs went instead the previously odd drunk martial artist.

"Stop looking."

Iwan Martinez grinned and said, "He sent me."

"Oh." The boss lady was very disappointed but still asked, "Can you handle it? The opponent is strong."

"I can." Iwan Martinez chuckled, lifted the wine jar, and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.

Ah, life can’t be without wine.

While drinking, he walked unsteadily, drunk, raising doubts in the boss lady if he really could handle it.

"Who killed my men?"

At the tavern entrance, a man in black clothes, carrying a knife, slowly walked in.

Seeing him come in, those who were noisy before fell silent.

This was Harland Martinez, the local tyrant of Autumn Name Mountain.

Backed by a major sect, his father was the Sect Leader.

In theory, as long as people of Autumn Name Mountain paid protection fees, they could operate normally.

But unfortunately, this local tyrant took a liking to the single young boss lady.

Soft measures didn’t work, so he had to resort to hard ones.

But the boss lady also had some people under her, making it difficult to use force.

Just right, today his underling was killed, giving him a perfect opportunity.

"I’m asking you a question." Harland Martinez said coldly, "Hand over the person. Otherwise, you all die."

"Clearly your people started causing trouble first." The boss lady saw Iwan Martinez didn’t respond at all, had no choice but to brace herself and step forward, "Harland Martinez, let things go when possible."

"What? Am I forcing you?"

Harland Martinez sneered coldly, turned sideways and said, "Who did it? Point them out."

"It’s Wolong and Fengchu here." A follower who came with Yellow Hair said aloud, "Haven’t seen them now, guess they’re hidden."

"What did you say?" Harland Martinez was unsettled. "Those two wastes, can kill my men?"

"Brother, it was really Wolong and Fengchu."

That person said helplessly, "Saw it with my own eyes, truly."

"Hand them over." Harland Martinez looked at the boss lady.

"No."

The boss lady shook her head.

"You don’t hand them over, I’ll kill everyone here."

Harland Martinez pointed at her: "Your two families’ feud has nothing to do with me. But Autumn Name Mountain, I protect it. On my turf, people killed must be compensated with life."

"Search."

With a wave of his hand, someone immediately moved over.

"Stop!" The boss lady took a deep breath and said very firmly: "No."

"Don’t give me face?" Harland Martinez stood up, reached out to lift the boss lady’s chin: "Don’t think that because I like you, you can behave wildly in front of me..."

"Hey hey hey..." Iwan Martinez finally stood up, scolded impatiently: "Can you get lost?"

"Who are you? Dare to talk to our Brother Fei like this... "

Bang!

Harland Martinez’s lackey hadn’t finished speaking before Iwan Martinez kicked him flying.

When landing, already dead.

Seeing this scene, a glint of light flashed in the boss lady’s eyes.

Extraordinary!

Earlier, she thought this guy was nothing.

Even considered him a scapegoat pushed out because the blind man upstairs didn’t want trouble.

But unexpectedly, this guy indeed had some skills.

Actually killed someone in one hit.

However, what’s to come would likely trouble them greatly.

"I only say one thing, scram."

Iwan Martinez opened impatiently.

His personality was very irritable.

Previously, when working, seldom spoke.

Silvio Reed gave him a name, he took care of that name.

Came back and drank.

That was all.

Simple work, always his principle.

He hated trouble the most.

Harland Martinez next to him clearly froze for a bit, but then his face turned extremely cold.

His underling being publicly killed, this already changed the situation.

Couldn’t be resolved peacefully.

"Seems like you believe you’ve found a backer, okay, okay."

Harland Martinez nodded, looked half amused, half angry at the boss lady, his voice suddenly changed: "Kill all but her."

"Yes!"

Several large grandmaster-level martial artists pulled out weapons, fierce and evil, stepped forward.

This frightened enough people in the tavern.

But before they took three steps, Iwan Martinez picked up a wine jar and fiercely smashed it on three of their heads!

Three wine jars!

Three lives!

Plop!

Three grandmasters fell straight to the ground.

Dead.

Iwan Martinez acted like nothing happened, slowly picked up the wine jar on the table and took a sip.

"Comfortable." He muttered to himself, completely disregarding Harland Martinez’s feelings.

"Mr. Makar, please take action." Harland Martinez turned respectfully to a Westerner behind him.

"No problem."

Makar walked out slowly, spoke proficient Chinese: "Sir. You killed people, now I’m representing God, sending you to hell."

"You." Iwan Martinez pointed at Harland Martinez, "Just you call yourself Harland Martinez? You don’t deserve the surname Martinez! A noble Eastern martial artist, you acknowledged a Western father? It’s okay to get beaten up, go back and practice hard! In the martial arts world, who doesn’t get beaten?"

"But do you know? These Yellow Hair were beaten so badly by our ancestors that they dared not show face! Cowardly retreating on the mountains for thousands of years, now they come out, you actually grovel!"

"You don’t deserve being an Eastern person. In my eyes, you don’t have a dog’s backbone."

Iwan Martinez snorted lightly, his tone full of disdain.

"You!" Harland Martinez was furious enough to explode!

"In the martial arts world, the strong rule! Wait till you’re dead, then you won’t think so anymore!" He felt extremely embarrassed.

"Mr. Makar, hurry and send him to hell!"

He whispered.

Iwan Martinez shook his head.

Once a martial artist’s spine bent, the sharpness in the heart would also be gone.

Right now, wasn’t he being bent over by Julius Reed?

But it was, after all, an Eastern inner conflict.

The nature was different!

"Sorry, sir." Makar smiled at Iwan Martinez and said, "Hope in your next life..."

"What nonsense black-cloaked bishop, do you know it?" Iwan Martinez said unprovoked.

"Black-cloaked bishop... why mention him..."

Before Makar finished.

Iwan Martinez had already stood up, instantaneously reached him, left hand holding his neck, right hand’s wooden sword directly pierced his heart.

Meanwhile whispered by Makar’s ear: "I sent him to meet God."