Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1613: Chapter 1613: Drinking Alcohol

The room where Horre Jackson stayed was very tidy.

This was originally a duty room and a place to store some materials.

However, since the main building was burned down, members of the Funeral Alliance had nowhere to stay and had to make do here.

As the chairman of the Funeral Alliance, Horre Jackson stayed in the largest, most spacious, and brightest room.

"What do you mean?"

After the three people entered the room, Whitaker Dog closed the door, full of murderous intent!

"I have some wine!" Julius Reed sat by the table, casually grabbed three glasses, and filled them up. "How do you want to drink?"

Whitaker Dog slightly frowned and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

After a simple contest, he had a certain understanding of Julius Reed’s ability.

Not bad, a master indeed.

It was worth the trip.

But why drink instead of fight when enemies arrive?

"I’m a rough person." Whitaker Dog pulled over a chair, sat down, and glared at Julius Reed: "I only understand fists!"

After speaking, Whitaker Dog clenched his fists, gritting his teeth.

"Don’t get excited." Julius Reed smiled and motioned him to be patient: "There are two ways to drink this wine. How to drink it depends on you."

"Speak quickly!"

Whitaker Dog was furious!

The beating around the bush gave him a headache!

A mere Martial Artist!

Hated the flowery way of speaking the most.

"There are two ways to drink this wine." Julius Reed lifted the glass and drank it all.

After drinking, he wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth: "That’s the first way."

"And the second way?" Whitaker Dog asked impatiently: "If you’re going to drink, just damn well drink, and if you’re going to fight, just damn well fight! If you’re going to play tricks with me here, I really want to start a fight now!"

"The second way." Julius Reed lifted Whitaker Dog’s glass of wine and poured it on the ground.

As a member of the Funeral Alliance, Whitaker Dog knew very well what this meant.

For the dead to drink.

"Threatening me?"

He sneered, clenching his fists with both hands: "Come on! After dealing with you, I’ll settle accounts with the Martial Arts Association!"

Whitaker Dog hated being threatened the most in his life.

"This is not a threat." Julius Reed filled Whitaker Dog’s glass again: "If we can drink well, why fight?"

"You burned the Funeral Alliance’s building, making you our enemy!" Whitaker Dog pointed to the ruins outside the window, his patience nearly exhausted: "Let’s fight!"

"Impatient!"

Julius Reed raised an eyebrow and waved his hand: "Why not sit down, have a drink, and chat?"

"Drink with an enemy?" Whitaker Dog felt that these two pretty boys in front of him were playing with him.

"Enemy? What enmity?" Julius Reed seemed somewhat surprised.

"You burned our building!" Whitaker Dog was furious!

"That’s not an enemy." Julius Reed shook his head: "It’s just a building. You’re angry, only because your interests were harmed. But upon careful consideration, it seems you didn’t lose anything, only the Funeral Alliance did. It’s simple; if I gave you ten buildings, wouldn’t you be profiting?"

"Are you crazy?" Whitaker Dog thought about it carefully, and it did make sense.

The Town Funeral Alliance building was burned down, Horre Jackson called for help, and that’s why he brought his men over.

But it seemed that there was no deep-seated hatred between him and these two people in front of him.

It’s just an issue of interests.

"I don’t care about money. Besides, I’m not the one paying." Julius Reed pushed the glass towards Whitaker Dog: "Now, can we talk?"

"Fine! I’ll give you three minutes!" Whitaker Dog wasn’t afraid of the wine being poisoned, downed it in one go!

"Hiss..."

As the strong liquor went down his throat, Whitaker Dog gasped, unable to help but ask: "What kind of wine is this?"

Lovers of good wine can always taste the quality from a single glass.

This strong liquor had an endless aftertaste, much to Whitaker Dog’s liking!

"Tomorrow, I’ll be settling an account with the people targeting the Martial Arts Association. At that time, the entire Town’s Martial Artists will besiege me." Julius Reed filled two glasses and clinked them with Whitaker Dog: "But the real influential ones in Town certainly won’t show up. You’re strong, but you won’t be enough to fight against the entire Town’s martial arts community."

Whitaker Dog downed the glass of wine without speaking.

He had considered this issue.

The Town, a major stronghold in the Northern Border!

The Martial Artists naturally have masters too.

Moreover, fighting against the entire Martial Arts Association, along with the recently boiling Undead, is indeed not easy.

This is also why he hadn’t chosen to go over tonight.

Choosing tomorrow, on one hand, could put some pressure on the other side, and on the other, to strive to exert influence through the Funeral Alliance to achieve their goal.

As for killing those undead, Whitaker Dog had planned to secretly attack.

To test the effectiveness of the priest’s dagger.

He’d definitely be a bit timid if going head-on.

"What do you mean?" Whitaker Dog asked proactively for the first time.

The rage was dispelled with just a few words.

"At that time, Vinnie Somerset will definitely be with a masked man. As long as you can capture that man in black, you can have as much money as you want." Julius Reed shook the wine jug, it seemed there wasn’t much left inside.

"As much money as I want?" Whitaker Dog was skeptical.

What kind of person could be worth so much?

"If you don’t believe it, try it tomorrow." Julius Reed directly pushed the wine jug to Whitaker Dog: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Why help me? By rights, we’re enemies." Whitaker Dog’s vigilance relaxed a lot, but he still couldn’t figure it out.

They should have been enemies, full of resentment when they met!

But somehow, they ended up talking and drinking at the same table?

"Because I also have enmity with the Martial Arts Association. If you can help me deal with them, it will also be beneficial to me." Julius Reed stood up and said faintly: "That’s all I have to say. If you disagree, then after I deal with the Martial Arts Association, I’ll come to settle with you. If you agree, then tomorrow we’ll act according to the plan."

"Fine!" Whitaker Dog slapped the table and stood up: "I see you as a common person, also reasonable. But remember, if you deceive me, we won’t finish this! Surely there will be a place in the cemetery outside for you!"

"Alright."

Julius Reed turned and left.

Leaving Whitaker Dog alone, pondering the situation.

"By the way, the chairman of the Martial Arts Association, Vinnie Somerset, has an immortal body." Julius Reed returned to remind with a word.

"Nothing of use!" Whitaker Dog sneered: "In the eyes of us morticians, they’re all dead."

His attitude towards the Undead Tribe surprised Julius Reed.

While others would be frightened to hear of it, Whitaker Dog was utterly unconcerned?

"See you tomorrow!" Whitaker Dog raised the wine jug and drank it all in one go. "This wine is good, get me more next time!"

...

Endless white snow.

The Town looked like an oasis in the desert, appearing somewhat lonely in this vast land.

But a team of cavalry.

Was majestically crossing the snowfield, heading towards the Town!

The team raised a flag.

Inscribed.

’Emperor.’

At the forefront, Otniel Harsh rode a tall horse, holding a spear with one hand! noveldrama

The white snow had formed a layer over his armor, but Otniel Harsh seemed totally unconcerned.

In the center of the troops, Princess Mai sat inside the sedan, reporting to Grace River.

"This is the best opportunity to overthrow Pendleton." Grace River was wearing a phoenix robe, crowned with a tiara, looking coldly ahead: "His situation is too dire."