Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1625: Chapter 1625: The Spoiler

"Failed..."

Devlin sat inside a tavern, looking at the image on his phone, and sighed softly.

"I’m really a bit tired. Why is it that every time, the Holy Master can win! I, Devlin, am a wise man, the smartest person in the world! Why! You tell me, why!"

He picked up a cup of wine, unusually emotional.

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With anger, with joy.

Calmness is just the norm.

But once emotions exceed that threshold, even Devlin can lose control!

"Mr. Devlin, victory and defeat are common in warfare. No matter what, Julius Reed is the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. You know how many years he’s lived, even the Emperor..."

Not waiting for Lin Zhan to finish speaking, Devlin angrily interrupted, "Emperor? If I am not as good as the Emperor, how could I replace him? Lin Zhan, since I, Devlin, dared to challenge the Holy Master, I have never been afraid of him! But do you know! One failure, I can reflect and summarize. Two failures, I can also remain composed!"

"When a thousand failures come! I will collapse! I am human, I also have confidence! But now, my confidence has been shattered for the first time! I begin to doubt! I doubt why I, Devlin, cannot get heaven’s help! Every time, just when I’m about to succeed, the Holy Master makes a comeback at the last minute!"

"All my life, I’ve been overturned! Lin Zhan, I’m a bit tired."

Devlin, who always showed no joy or sadness, suddenly became extremely emotional.

Lin Zhan was stunned for a moment.

It was the first time he had seen this side of Devlin.

"But we’re still alive, which counts as a win, right?" After venting his emotions, Devlin lit a cigarette and spoke calmly.

Once the uncomfortable feeling was vented, it naturally became easier.

"Our goal is to win the final battle! Winning early doesn’t count as a win; whoever laughs last is the real winner!"

After Devlin finished speaking, he picked up the glass in front of him.

"Wishing Mr. Devlin success in your great undertaking soon!" Lin Zhan raised his glass and clinked it with Devlin’s, drinking heartily.

"Mr. Devlin, what should we do next?" His eyes carried confusion.

The Town had completely fallen.

Now every martial artist in the Town was hostile towards the Martial Arts Association, hostile towards their Undead Tribe.

Lin Zhan’s painstaking efforts and Devlin’s strategies all went down the drain.

This place would become the Holy Master’s domain.

"I have an idea." Devlin threw the cigarette on the ground and gently extinguished it with his foot.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Devlin!"

Lin Zhan listened intently.

No matter what, Devlin was a wise man.

He had opposed the Holy Master from the beginning, maneuvered among the major forces, and still survived, retreating unscathed, definitely a character.

This prudence alone was admirable.

"The Royal Pulse, Grace River, you’ve heard of her, right?" Devlin picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Lin Zhan’s.

"I know. This person is the Holy Master’s maid; besides, wasn’t Mr. Devlin working with Pendleton to get rid of this woman?" Lin Zhan furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly understanding something, but still didn’t quite get it.

"Pendleton captured Grace River, but ended up being intimidated by the Holy Master," Devlin leaned against the chair, smiling: "A bunch of useless people can’t achieve great things."

"The Holy Master’s reputation is formidable, understandable," Lin Zhan chuckled, "Mr. Devlin stands alone, naturally fearless. But those people in Pendleton, they drag their families along, who wouldn’t be afraid?"

"Does that mean I was wronging them?" Devlin reached into his pocket, wanting to take out a cigarette, but hesitated and restrained himself.

He recalled Granny Xihua’s words.

Smoking less is better for your health.

This woman, I really can’t bring myself to hate her!

"That’s just human nature," Lin Zhan laughed, "People, they’re greedy for life and afraid of death."

"In that case, I will help them." Devlin leaned forward, speaking softly: "Pendleton’s family is wealthy, it’s just unknown to the outside world. I used to be a Sealing Pulse Vein Holder, too aware of Pendleton’s foundations. If it comes to a life-or-death critical moment, the energy they unleash would be enough to seriously injure Demarco Mount!"

"Really?" Lin Zhan furrowed his brow, feeling very surprised.

Pendleton was founded by Emperor Charlotte Grey’s son, the Crown Martial Saint!

Strictly speaking, it also had some connection with Lin Zhan.

If Pendleton was really that powerful, would Emperor Charlotte Grey not know?

Not tell them?

"Pendleton is no longer what it used to be. After the Crown Martial Saint died, Pendleton changed completely. Do you know, after all these years of rivalry with Demarco Mount, what’s the real reason Pendleton hasn’t been eradicated?"

Before Lin Zhan could answer, Devlin answered his own question: "Because behind Pendleton, there are mysterious hands controlling everything! Now, we need to add fuel to Pendleton!"

"You’re suggesting..." Lin Zhan made a slashing gesture.

"Exactly! We help Pendleton burn their bridges! Once Grace River is killed, Julius Reed will surely be furious! By then, both sides will be in a fight to the death! You know, the Holy Master now has only enemies, no friends." Devlin regained his confidence once more.

He couldn’t give up!

Nor could he admit defeat.

To become a king, one must slay the king!

"Who will do it?" Lin Zhan laughed loudly: "Mr. Devlin, you wouldn’t send me, would you? Everyone knows, whoever listens to you, dies."

"How could that be!" Devlin was momentarily stunned, then laughed as well: "I said, we are brothers. Inside Pendleton, I have my people. This is easy, just a cup of poisoned wine can solve it."

"Congratulations, Mr. Devlin!"

Lin Zhan raised his glass.

But suddenly.

He turned his head and frowned at a man.

Outside, the wind and snow were raging!

Yet this man was actually bare-chested!

Not afraid of the cold at all.

"Devlin, let’s discuss something." Whitaker Dog chuckled.

"Who are you!"

Lin Zhan was about to draw his sword!

Slap!

Whitaker Dog slapped down, holding the weapon firmly in place!

"Oh? What’s your name, brother? I, Devlin, have a bad memory, can’t quite recall where we’ve met?" Devlin’s mind raced, already strategizing his escape route.

"Me? Who I am doesn’t matter; what matters is that Mr. Devlin needs to come with me!" Whitaker Dog had been waiting near Cloudy-Water Pavilion and followed all the way here!

According to Julius Reed, catch the ringleader first!

Capturing Devlin, money wouldn’t be an issue!

But Devlin didn’t know this.

He thought those coming for him were all after his life!

If it’s money they want, there’s plenty of it!

"How dare you!"

Lin Zhan, unable to draw his sword, attacked directly!

Pfft!

Whitaker Dog punched forward, the knife in his fist hitting right on Lin Zhan’s fist!

"Hiss!"

Lin Zhan gasped in pain!

The wound on his fist didn’t heal?

And turned black?

"Truly undead? Coincidentally, Master Dog hasn’t tasted this Undead Tribe’s meat yet, today I’ll see what it’s like!" Whitaker Dog grabbed with one hand, directly pulling out Lin Zhan’s sword!