Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1562: Chapter 1562: The Odd Job Worker

“These few, seem unfamiliar!” The young man in a white suit had just finished speaking when the gaze of his companion in a black tracksuit fell upon Julius Reed and the others.

Full of hostility.

“Young Master Somerset!” Tibalt Michael stood up, cupping his hands in a salute, “Why, isn’t Chairman Somerset coming today?”

The elderly figures accompanying him immediately stood up, their faces full of smiles.

“My father has important matters to attend to, and has entrusted me to come and celebrate Grandmaster Huang today.” The suit-wearing youth nodded and waved a hand at the nearby Phoenix Sect disciple.

“Young Master Somerset!”

The Phoenix Sect disciple hurried over with a quick trot.

This was Nash Will, the eldest son of Vinnie Somerset, the chairman of the Town Martial Arts Association.

They couldn’t afford to be negligent!

“What’s going on with these people?” Nash Will pointed at Julius Reed and the others, slipping his hands into his pockets, and spoke coldly, “The spot my Somerset family has at the Phoenix Building for over a decade, is gone?”

“Indeed, it seems our Blackwood family’s spot has also been occupied.” The tracksuit-wearing youth walked over cheerfully, fixing the Phoenix Sect disciple’s collar, “Is it that Old Master Danvers doesn’t welcome us?”

Thud!

The Phoenix Sect disciple collapsed to the ground in fear.

His legs were weak.

When gods fight, mere mortals suffer!

You’re having a grudge, don’t drag us servants into the scene, okay?

The Phoenix Sect disciple cursed inwardly!

Yet he still wore a smiling face while wiping the sweat off his forehead, speaking, “Impossible! Grandmaster Huang gave countless reminders to treat the two of you well! Please hold on, I’ll assist with communication.”

Nash Will said nothing.

He quietly watched Julius Reed.

He didn’t speak because the other party wasn’t qualified.

Not worthy!

A dignified eldest son of the Town Martial Arts Association chairman, is he just someone anyone can engage with?

“Hello, I am responsible for reception at the Phoenix Sect…” The Phoenix Sect disciple hadn’t finished his sentence when a gun was pressed to his head.

“Leave, or die.”

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Julius Reed pressed the safety, speaking expressionlessly, “Three, two…”

“Hoo!”

The Phoenix Sect disciple took a deep breath, his face pale.

He had no courage.

If the other really fired, then his life would be over.

“Young Masters…”

Slap!

Sheeran Blackwood slapped him across the face, pointing afar, “Call your manager for me! If we don’t get an explanation today, the two of us are out.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

The Phoenix Sect disciple covered his face and ran embarrassingly towards the doorway.

“Two Young Masters, please have a seat with us.” Tibalt Michael stood up, pointing to his chair, “You both are of precious constitutions and can’t be overworked.”

Although at the same table, now that Vinnie Somerset is immortal, they’ve completely widened the gap with us.

Tibalt Michael once rivaled Caelum Danvers with his extraordinary skills.

But now seeing Caelum Danvers, he has to bow his head.

Immortality is the strongest.

Sometimes luck falls just a little short.

“Young Master Blackwood, please take my seat.” Even Sect Leader Hardy Ridge rose.

Sheeran Blackwood’s father, Mount Blackwood, was also an immortal.

Originally, such juniors should give up his seat to him.

But…

Hardy Ridge begrudgingly stood.

“Thank you both!” Sheeran Blackwood glanced at Nash Will, “Brother, sit?”

“No, I’ll just stand here!” Nash Will pointed to where Julius Reed was, “The seat my Somerset family has held for over a decade, isn’t one that can just be replaced at whim?”

Just as he was speaking, dozens of Phoenix Sect members rushed over hurriedly.

“Deputy Sect Master Franklin Weatherby of the Phoenix Sect, greetings Young Master Somerset, Young Master Blackwood!” Franklin Weatherby cupped his hands, speaking very respectfully!

He was the deputy sect master of the Phoenix Sect, but compared to the sect master, the gap was vast.

A difference of one word, as different as heaven and earth!

Though Franklin Weatherby held some position in the town, truthfully it was only minor.

To put it bluntly, this deputy sect master was just the errand boy.

Responsible for handling some internal trivial matters.

“Deputy Sect Master Franklin, can you explain what’s going on with this seating arrangement?” Nash Will pointed at Julius Reed and the others, “Could it be that they are all esteemed guests of Old Master Danvers? Whereas we, are superfluous? In that case, goodbye!”

“No! Young Masters, please quell your anger!” Franklin Weatherby immediately turned around, looking at the reporting disciple, “What’s going on!”

“I… I don’t know either.” The disciple looked aggrieved. Those who dare to sit in the first row, are they ones we can provoke?

“May I presumptuously ask, who are you?” Franklin Weatherby took a deep breath, approaching Julius Reed and the others.

Harry River continued eating by himself, paying no attention anymore.

“Yet another beggar…” Sheeran Blackwood, hands clasped behind, sneered, “Old Master Danvers truly has unique tastes.”

The Somerset family overpowers Caelum Danvers, the Blackwood family stands shoulder to shoulder with the Phoenix Sect, the two have no worries.

“Who we are, you’ll have to ask Caelum Danvers.” Julius Reed leaned forward, gazing at Nash Will, “Shouting about leaving, but your feet haven’t moved an inch. Are you threatening, or performing a show?”

“You!”

Nash Will’s face flashed an unpleasant expression.

He knew the other was provoking him.

If he left abruptly, it would rather fulfill the opponent’s wishes.

“Where’s Boss Huang!”

Sheeran Blackwood coldly questioned at the side.

This is not a simple seat dispute.

But a matter of face!

If they just slink away, where does their face go?

“Old Master Danvers is resting in the back, no disturbances allowed.” Franklin Weatherby’s throat moved, sweat poured like rain.

“Then we’ll wait!”

Nash Will went directly to where Tibalt Michael was seated and sat.

Meanwhile, Sheeran Blackwood sat in Hardy Ridge’s place.

Wait!

Wait for Caelum Danvers to appear!

“Ah, errand boy.” Tibalt Michael glanced around, the first-row tables were all full, if they wanted to sit, they would have to move to the back or stand.

Hence, he targeted Julius Reed, walked over, and tapped his shoulder, “Since it’s an errand boy, kindly stand up.”

Elaenor Wood and Harry River, in his eyes, were experts.

Yet, laying there like a dead dog, Quillermo Ridge and Julius Reed, to them were just servant errand boys.

How can errand boys sit?

Doesn’t that imply that Tibalt Michael and Hardy Ridge are not even as good as errand boys?

“Unless Grandmaster Huang personally shows up, otherwise, I won’t move.” Julius Reed spoke casually.

“You guys…” Tibalt Michael stomped his foot, having no choice but to go to the last row with Hardy Ridge. “Damn it! Cold, huh!”

The last row was near the door.

Outside, wind and snow raged.

It was definitely cold by the entrance.

“That errand boy, should give him a lesson if there’s a chance!” Hardy Ridge was equally infuriated.

To be reduced to this, a sect master from the elite of the town!

And at this moment!

In the Phoenix Building!

On the third floor!

Inside an office.

Caelum Danvers sat on the chair, bare-bodied.

In front of him, a woman crouched.

The woman’s figure was voluptuous, similarly scantily clad, her mouth already numb.

“Still not working…” Caelum Danvers lowered his head, eyes unwilling, fists clenched tightly! “Is this the price of immortality? But if I can’t even enjoy women, isn’t living missing a lot of fun?”