[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law":3,"chapter-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1351":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Legend of Dragon Son-in-law",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1749785,2236,"Chapter 1349: 1349: Waiting for Something to Happen.","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1351",1351,"\u003Cp>Chapter 1349: Chapter 1349: Waiting for Something to Happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infiltrating behind enemy lines is quite the thrilling affair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once exposed, it turns into a flee for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson never dreamed that he had just entered Rat Town and before he could make his mark, he would become a rat himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, this fits well with the name of Rat Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the original inhabitants of Rat Town had become cats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Seamus Jackson, a wounded malicious rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even dark yet, but Seamus Jackson was already exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hidden weapons on his body had long been depleted, and the weapon box had become a useless lump of iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson discarded his bloodied clothes in advance and slipped into a busy market, pretending to be an unsuspecting onlooker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat Town is the Seventh Route’s headquarters, bustling beyond compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before darkness fell, the marketplace was packed with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson sensed danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned sharply just in time as a knife grazed past his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson grabbed with his right hand and snatched the knife with his left, stabbing it into the chest of the attacker!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, he vanished into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter where he went, he became the center of attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless people began to hunt him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, when Seamus Jackson had used up his last bit of strength, he saw a man dressed like a scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scholar greeted with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson threw a punch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment, he was sent flying three to four meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a weapon box aimed at his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time, use your head.” Scott Davis pointed to the red string around his own waist, then pointed to the red strings around the waists of the Seventh Route underlings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson hung his head and realized that only his own waist was bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those Rat Town residents who were there seemingly to enjoy the commotion, they all had little red strings around their waists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill me.” Seamus Jackson closed his eyes, his hands trying to form fists, but he no longer had the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a series of desperate fights, and with his right hand broken by Lyman Davenport, he had no ability to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death no longer mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, Seamus Jackson felt a bit of regret, regretting not listening to Nicholas Pendleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, the one who should have died was third brother!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanna die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scott Davis unfurled his paper fan with a smile and fanned himself leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the question, Seamus Jackson did not reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not afraid to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More words would only add insult to injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know how sharp the paper fan in my hand is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying that, Scott Davis had several Seventh Route underlings help Seamus Jackson up from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me go! If you’re going to kill, then kill, enough with the nonsense!” Seamus Jackson struggled fiercely, his tremendous power momentarily breaking free from the underlings’ grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the same time, Scott Davis snapped his paper fan shut and fiercely struck both of Seamus Jackson’s shoulders!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His right leg swept out, breaking both of Seamus Jackson’s knees!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you insist on making things so difficult for yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scott Davis opened his paper fan again, speaking nonchalantly: “I told you not to die, do you still dare to die?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With just one sentence, Scott Davis’s domineering character was laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly do you want!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson was heaving, his body felt as though it had been smashed to bits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a trace of strength remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, do you have any accomplices?” Scott Davis asked indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with resoluteness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this answer, Scott Davis closed his fan, gently tilting up Seamus Jackson’s chin, and smilingly said, “But I heard that Commander Marsh’s adopted son, Howie Will, came with you. Where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson’s pupils dilated in shock!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nicholas Pendleton, you traitor!” he roared in a low voice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only three people knew about this affair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn’t Howie Will who betrayed him, it could only be Nicholas Pendleton!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m asking you a question.” Scott Davis put away the white paper fan and suddenly snapped it open!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp edge of the fan instantly severed one of Seamus Jackson’s fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard that each finger is connected to the heart.” He glanced at the bloodstained edge of the white paper fan, and said, “Shall we bet whether I can make you talk before all ten of your fingers are completely cut off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said this, he stood less than ten centimeters away from Seamus Jackson, holding the paper fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could even hear each other’s breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my waistband… there’s a walkie-talkie.” Finally, Seamus Jackson felt a chill down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The indifference shining in Scott Davis’s eyes instilled fear and terror in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cold, hellish eyes were simply unbearable to look into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, I like people who cooperate.” Scott Davis gestured, and the underlings from the Seventh Route quickly found the walkie-talkie on Seamus Jackson’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are the people?” Scott Davis asked cheerily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dressed in a white robe, as elegant as an ancient scholar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, his actions were akin to those of a butcher in a meat market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile that concealed a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the knife was exceedingly sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rat Town, at the entrance…” Seamus Jackson bowed his head, his eyes still somewhat vacant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, tell them to come out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scott Davis took out his phone, waited for a moment, and then calmly said, “At the entrance of Rat Town, kill all the members from the Ninth Route.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he picked up the walkie-talkie and placed it near Seamus Jackson’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been exposed, get out of here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson yelled with all his might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Scott Davis showed no reaction, as if everything was within his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very good.” He nodded, crushing the walkie-talkie in his hand, “Thank you for exposing him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that said, he waved his paper fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seamus Jackson’s head fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go to the city gates and enjoy the show. Lyman Davenport said he’s washing his hands of the underworld and doesn’t want to kill today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scott Davis walked away with his hands clasped behind his back and said, “But I don’t buy it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Casey is probably going to break his record, right?” a Seventh Route underling muttered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lyman Davenport hears that, you’ll become his favorite tonight. By morning, you’ll be his breakfast.” Scott Davis smiled and left the bustling area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Seamus Jackson’s body was left on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with the still-warm fresh blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Rat Town, Howie Will heard Seamus Jackson’s words, a chill running up his spine!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was indeed amiss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than an underling couldn’t help but turn and run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the weapon box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Rat Town, someone rode a tall horse, holding a weapon box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The darts that killed the Ninth Route underlings were shot from this very weapon box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is my aim accurate?” Lyman Davenport carried the weapon box, looking at his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master’s secret technique is extremely accurate, truly a rebirth of Tristan Davenport!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s Tristan Davenport compared to? Our Mr. Casey’s secret techniques far surpass his!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subordinates competed to flatter him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bunch of fools, who said I don’t use weapons? Am I an idiot? Not using weapons is simply because those waste materials don’t deserve it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyman Davenport said with a cold laugh while riding a horse, “I’ve heard that the opponent is Hagan Marsh’s eldest son. Today, I smashed the golden basin; I must take him down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted loudly, charging alone towards the position of Howie Will and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, one kilometer away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicholas Pendleton was leading thousands of men from the Ninth Route, standing their ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to him, Julius Reed held a longbow, with a golden quiver on his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When do we move out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicholas Pendleton asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait. Wait for someone to screw up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed gently stroked the carvings on the bow, squinting his eyes slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1383,"2026-06-06T17:05:28.513Z",1,"novelbin.me","9d4efb51d41b5a65992888ce38725b2bc3bebfedcd362dff2e78e7c677d1dac5","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1352","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-1300",2546,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flegend-of-dragon-son-in-law-cover.jpg"]