[{"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-853":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},1749337,2236,"Chapter 852 - 852 852 Wine Bottle","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-853",853,"\u003Cp>Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Wine Bottle Chapter 852: Chapter 852: Wine Bottle “Young Master Huntington?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Zahir Huntington’s name, Slade Stone felt a shiver down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huntington family, one of the most understated families in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Powerful, with a heritage spanning a century!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, not many people knew of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those in the top circles, or those who could reach these top circles, were aware of the family’s existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the Huntington family truly went mad, they could contend with the Koller Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this, no one dared to underestimate them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Slade Stone, being from the lower middle class, had certainly heard of the prestige of the Huntington family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now faced with Zahir Huntington’s pushing, he was unsure of what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, do you know Julius Reed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington was the first to enter the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a chair and sat next to Bamboo Whitaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amias Lee and the others took their seats in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The originally spacious table was instantly filled with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bamboo Whitaker sensed danger and immediately stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a hotel, what do you want to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their looks, she knew they were up to no good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just want to ask, where is Julius Reed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington had been in a bad mood recently and, having just made Amias’s acquaintance, naturally wanted to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was bullied at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not valued!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what, he was from the Huntington family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name Huntington held significant sway in the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bamboo Whitaker shook her head, “I don’t know the person you’re talking about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although unclear about their backgrounds, she could guess a bit from their demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most likely, Julius Reed had offended someone in the capital and was now facing retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Julius Reed not present, Slade Stone was simply pushed aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two women against a group of men stood no chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young lady, do you think I’m a fool?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington’s face darkened, “I don’t hit women, but my brothers might.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bamboo Whitaker said sternly, “Leave now, or I’m calling the police.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call the police?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington laughed and shook his head, “We haven’t hit you, haven’t cursed at you, what good will calling the police do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished speaking, he pointed at Amias, “We don’t want to make things difficult for women, but my brother recognized you as Julius Reed’s associate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell us, where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bamboo Whitaker grabbed Quella Radcliffe’s hand and whispered, “Sister, let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was abruptly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amias leaned against the door, looking at Quella Radcliffe, a cold smile on his face, “Back then, when you two and Beckett Carmichael barged into the Lee Mansion, I saw everything very clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, I don’t want to trouble you, but I can’t control my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone demanded sternly within the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being lawless young masters, they naturally had no fear when facing two weaker women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a bottle hitting the floor echoed in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quella Radcliffe’s face changed slightly, she quickly embraced Bamboo Whitaker in her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t force us to get rough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone stepped forward toward the two women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was holding a bottle of beer in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gentlemen, may I say a few words?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone hurriedly stood up, blocking in front of Quella Radcliffe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the one who had invited them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was also in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t protect Quella Radcliffe now, Slade Stone truly worried he might be the next Delilah Leocadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington stepped forward, coldly staring at him, “Who?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slade Stone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The CEO of Everyday Fresh Group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone gave an awkward smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This identity might be useful to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in front of Zahir Huntington, it was utterly useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, it was equivalent to introducing himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never heard of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington shook his head, placing his hand on Slade Stone’s shoulder, “Move aside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Huntington, I think there must be some misunderstanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone didn’t dare move, didn’t dare dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodge, and Julius Reed wouldn’t let him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dodging, and would all the affluent young masters in the room let him off easily?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone chose to stand in front of Quella Radcliffe, unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington suddenly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Huntington, I certainly do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone replied with a forced smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He certainly knew Zahir Huntington.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Huntington family, the second son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apart from that madman, Anson Huntington, the most favored person in the Huntington family was Zahir Huntington.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the capital, he could address Bryson Stephen as his brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without distinction of ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a prominent status that was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you know, how dare you block the way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington extended his hand, and someone beside him handed over a bottle of alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do it yourself, or shall I do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll do it myself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone took the beer, his throat moving slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to chug it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who told you this drink was for drinking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington’s mouth curled up slightly, and he snatched the beer bottle: “Today, this young master will demonstrate for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said that, he swung it around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly smashing it on Slade Stone’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip, drop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the private room, the sound of dripping alcohol could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone’s head spun, and staggering, he held onto the chair, trying to keep himself from falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood slowly seeped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled bitterly, showing no intention of retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Bamboo Whitaker opened her mouth wide, almost crying out in urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew, now she had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quella Radcliffe held Bamboo Whitaker tighter, hoping Julius Reed would return soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, want another bottle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington looked at Slade Stone with a cold sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Young Master Huntington wishes, I dare not refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone wiped his face, laughing as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound stung from contact with the beer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was heart-wrenching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say that again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing such a response, Zahir Huntington’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a disrespect to him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his side, numerous affluent young men were watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a seafood seller dared to trouble him like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Young Master Huntington is gracious, I must certainly accept.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone said with a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his age, he was being humiliated by a group of youngsters in their twenties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a decade of struggles, he had made it to a position of general manager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, his dignity was trampled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered to pieces!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine then, I’ll treat you to another bottle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington, with a stern face, extended a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone passed the beer over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another bottle down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone swayed a few times but still blocked in front of Quella Radcliffe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring another!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the fifth bottle was about to be swung, someone stopped him: “Any more and it could be fatal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone collapsed on the floor, his gaze vacant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ɲ0νǤ0.ᴄο\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bad luck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zahir Huntington threw the beer bottle on the floor and turned around, saying: “Let Julius Reed be lucky this time, next time, I certainly won’t spare him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said that, he looked at Slade Stone, nearly unconscious on the ground, and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, as a corporate executive in the capital, if he truly caused a death, the old man would not let him off easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching those people leave, Slade Stone let out a long sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>are you okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quella Radcliffe was somewhat at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine, I’m fine…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slade Stone waved his hand, already a bit delirious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, I’m back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed pushed the door open, but before he could finish his sentence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile on his face froze…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: I’m in poor condition, only managed to write one chapter by 2 am.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m traveling on the 1st, have to get up early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll make up in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow I’m running around on business in the office, might not have time to write during the day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s see what time I get off work and go home.\u003C\u002Fp>",1402,"2026-06-06T17:05:07.199Z",1,"novelbin.me","c0ecc07d92ee86888d7b6a021a30ce76e81597b0e50ca220f7f5b1306487c5df","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-854","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-852",2546,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flegend-of-dragon-son-in-law-cover.jpg"]