[{"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-980":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},1749264,2236,"Chapter 979 - 979 979 You Don't Deserve to Use My Brother's Face","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-980",980,"\u003Cp>Chapter 979: Chapter 979 You Don’t Deserve to Use My Brother’s Face Chapter 979: Chapter 979 You Don’t Deserve to Use My Brother’s Face “Boss, what do you mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t quite understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aron Jackson had been backing up until he hit the wall and could retreat no further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body pressed against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up his hands, his forehead covered in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, although it’s been a while since we last met, the joke you’re playing on me is somewhat serious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Knox Ridge’s bedroom, there were only the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed held a hidden weapon box in one hand, with a smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aron Jackson was drenched in sweat, his back already soaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I always like people who are tough to crack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed walked up to Aron Jackson, smiling, and said, “Noam Martin, you know my temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’m not happy, you might regret coming into this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he disengaged the safety and pressed the mouth of the weapon box against the other’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool sensation made Aron Jackson tremble, his throat constantly moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I don’t understand what you mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath and huskily asked, “Could there be some kind of misunderstanding…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Misunderstanding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed shook his head and walked into the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the hidden weapon box onto the coffee table and slowly walked over to the fridge to grab a can of cold Coke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pulling off the tab, he drank a mouthful of the icy Coke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refreshed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking advantage of this moment, Aron Jackson sprung into the living room and directly snatched the hidden weapon box from the coffee table, pointing it at Julius Reed: “Don’t move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed turned around, his right hand holding the half-finished Coke, smiling as he looked at him: “Aron Jackson would rather die himself than point a hidden weapon box at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, do you have any last words?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was full of ease and disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the weapon box pointed at him, there wasn’t even a hint of tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did you discover it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aron Jackson’s face darkened as he held the hidden weapon box, coldly saying, “I truly underestimated you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from the beginning until now, I haven’t slipped up at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did you suspect me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the mask was Noam Martin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A core member of Aron Jackson’s staff, one of the eight-member council of elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had long been in control of Aron Jackson’s movements at the Copper Sparrow Stage and knew his boss’s actions intimately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even had a good grasp of his boss’s temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, he lied about his mother being gravely ill as an excuse to return to his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, Aron Jackson indeed hosted a banquet himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the banquet, while everyone was drunk, he knocked out Aron Jackson, and following his superior’s instructions, put on a mask identical to Aron Jackson’s, becoming the new Aron Jackson!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, no one had noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say Noam Martin had long since regarded himself as Aron Jackson, the bona fide Aron Jackson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even forgot that he was once an employee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until today!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only when Julius Reed said the name Noam Martin aloud that he realized he was fake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he had played his role flawlessly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even their meeting today was the first time in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before that, they had only spoken over the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin couldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was filled with fear and curiosity!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, I’ll kill you with this hidden weapon box!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he couldn’t care less about the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear and anxiety caused the hands holding the hidden weapon box to sweat profusely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could use this chance to force Julius Reed to hand over the Divine Dragon Tripod!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like being pointed at with a hidden weapon box,” said Julius Reed, as if nothing was the matter, taking another sip of Coke: “I will kill anyone who points a hidden weapon box at me, even if there are no darts inside their box.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he walked over with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step he took, Noam Martin’s heart sank into further panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ƝօνǤᴑ.сο\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believe me, I will really kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin kept backing away, his hands clutching the hidden weapon box tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His back hit the wall; there was nowhere left to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he was the one holding the hidden weapon box!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will really open this hidden weapon box!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin’s head was drenched in sweat, his lips growing somewhat pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I bet with you, there are no darts in your weapon box,” Julius Reed said, standing less than half a meter from him, his face all smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I need darts to deal with you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hidden weapon box is just to make you expose yourself,” he said and then took another sip of the cold Coke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early spring, the air was dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was a bit cool, but Julius Reed’s heart was hot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, there was only the sound of an empty chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared with wide eyes, frantically squeezing the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside, there were no darts at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, there are no darts in the dart box.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed raised a half-finished Coke over Noam Martin’s head and poured it right down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The icy cold Coke, with its fizz, poured onto Noam Martin’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Causing him to shiver uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Awake now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Noam Martin in this state, Julius Reed slowly took the dart box from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pulled out a dart from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loaded it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dart box fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin knelt on the ground, his right knee shot through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out an involuntary cry of pain, shaking as he covered his knee with his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, I think you really want to talk to me now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed gripped Noam Martin’s shoulder, dragging him to the couch like a dead dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s make a bet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bet what…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin’s face was deathly pale, his lips devoid of any color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat poured down him, soaking his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lower body was already drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bet how many more darts I have in my pocket.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed, holding the dart box, sat on the couch and said indifferently, “If you guess right, I’ll spare your life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not, I will drive the darts from my pocket into your body, one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don’t worry, they definitely won’t be fatal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hiss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin inhaled sharply, trembling with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>can’t I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish his words, Julius Reed smacked him across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You also dare to call me boss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhrip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he pinched Noam Martin’s temple and viciously tore off the mask!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mask was stuck tightly, requiring a special solution to soak it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Julius Reed had ripped it off suddenly, Noam Martin’s face was covered in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart-wrenching agony!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been Aron Jackson for a mere week, basking in wealth and glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, he fell from heaven to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t deserve to wear my brother’s face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed threw the mask onto the couch and leaned forward slightly, “Guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room, only Noam Martin’s rapid breathing could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you to guess!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed pulled out a dart from his pocket and slowly pushed it into the dart box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin’s other leg was enveloped in a mist of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll talk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Davenport…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll tell you everything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noam Martin was nearly on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up, his eyes filled with terror, “I’ll say…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius Reed once again took a dart from his pocket and held it between his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know my temperament well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we drag this out, I’m afraid you won’t withstand it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having said that, he raised the dart box and, with a fierce blow from his mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dart fit perfectly into the dart box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me everything you know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, I’ll make you regret ever being born.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1388,"2026-06-06T17:05:08.258Z",1,"novelbin.me","372fa6f1645b0f26de76f10422afbeac9854d15e095ed78c49d525fdd2135b03","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-981","legend-of-dragon-son-in-law-chapter-979",2546,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flegend-of-dragon-son-in-law-cover.jpg"]