Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1626: Chapter 1626: Blood for Blood

A cold gleam flashed, and Cristiano Grey instinctively retreated.

He was of the Undead Tribe, common wounds could almost heal instantly for him.

But now, the spot on his fist cut open by the blade was turning blacker!

Even the bone appeared somewhat blackened.

Cristiano Grey was shocked in his heart!

This was a change!

A major change!

He had never encountered such a situation!

And from the words of the man in front of him, it seemed he already knew Cristiano was from the Undead Tribe.

Clearly came prepared.

“Mr. Devlin, you go first!” Cristiano squinted his eyes, grabbed a cup, and flung it forward fiercely!

The wine splashed out!

Whitaker Dog instinctively blocked it with his hand.

Taking this chance, Cristiano flew forward, kicked directly at Whitaker Dog’s chest!

Whoosh!

Whitaker Dog’s heavy body flew backward, crashing to the ground.

And Devlin got up and ran!

This tavern had more than ten exits, and there were especially many people drinking now.

As long as he mixed into the crowd, he could easily escape.

“Playing dirty?” Whitaker Dog slapped the ground with one hand, instantly standing up!

A knife swung out!

Swish!

Cristiano dodged sideways!

The long knife smashed the table into pieces!

The loud noise startled the people inside the tavern.

They saw a fight break out and began to panic.

“A serial killer is here! Everyone run!” Devlin shouted loudly, making the already unstable tavern fall into chaos!

“Damn it! You dare ruin my plans!” Whitaker Dog was somewhat irritable!

He was just a hair’s breadth away from capturing Devlin!

Yet, this Undead Tribe man in front of him delayed him!

“Die!” Whitaker Dog raised his knife and slashed down again!

He possessed brute strength!

Unmatched in the world!

Crack!

Cristiano picked up a chair and threw it with force!

Then, he turned and ran!

Fighting might not work out.

The main issue was the wound on his finger, which started aching!

It seemed to be spreading!

This was what Cristiano was wary of.

If his chest got stabbed and the heart couldn’t recover, wouldn’t he die?

He wanted to leave, but Whitaker Dog had no intention of letting him go!

Seemingly clumsy, Whitaker Dog surprisingly leaped forward nimbly, pinning Cristiano underneath him!

“Get off!”

Cristiano used all his strength, stood up from the ground fiercely, and threw three punches at Whitaker Dog’s chest!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After three punches, blood seeped from the corner of Whitaker Dog’s mouth.

“No wonder you’re from the Undead Tribe, your fighting prowess is strong!”

Whitaker Dog, instead of getting angry, laughed.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and charged forward with the knife!

With bare hands against a sharp blade, Cristiano didn’t want to fight!

He pretended to advance, and as they got less than a meter apart, he punched fiercely!

Taking advantage of the punch’s force, Cristiano broke through the window!

A roll, and he vanished on the street!

“Trying to run? It’s not that easy!” Whitaker Dog stuck out his tongue, went through the window, and chased closely after Cristiano!

On the snowy ground.

A naked Whitaker Dog, holding a knife, appeared like a butcher.

And Cristiano staggered and ran wildly, slightly powerless!

He wasn’t weak!

Someone as reputed as Han Caldwell and Emperor Charlotte Grey, how could he be so easily beaten?

But Whitaker Dog was too strong!

Moreover, the blade in his hand could prevent Undead Tribe wounds from healing!

This was what made Cristiano most anxious!

For him, the matter of not dying became an uncertainty!

Leap!

Whitaker Dog looked up, leapt up, and kicked a streetlamp!noveldrama

Using inertia, he changed direction.

The knife swung instantly!

Slaash!

The steel knife slashed down from mid-air!

Cristiano stopped abruptly, leaned back!

His foot kicked up the snow on the ground!

And Whitaker Dog’s knife struck the ground!

With such force, the entire knife sunk in!

“Without your weapon, let’s see how you strut!” Taking the chance when Whitaker Dog’s knife was stuck, Cristiano used his full strength, delivering a palm strike!

Boom!

Punch and palm collided!

With no fancy moves!

It was a battle of sheer strength!

Puff!

Whitaker Dog spat a mouthful of blood, yet his face was filled with excitement!

Because Cristiano felt even worse!

This punch made Cristiano lose balance, stumbling and retreating!

“Pretty boy, wasn’t Master Dog’s punch hard?” Whitaker Dog laughed out loud, charging like a ravenous dog!

But he didn’t expect Cristiano’s right hand to suddenly flick!

Over a dozen throwing knives exploded out instantly!

Swish!

In mid-air, with no place to borrow strength, Whitaker Dog could only block with his arms!

Several throwing knives directly stuck in his arm!

Yet, taking advantage of his guard, Whitaker Dog also threw a small knife given to him by the priest!

Unerringly, it pierced Cristiano’s right shoulder!

Thud!

Whitaker Dog landed!

Ignoring the pain, he pulled out the throwing knives from his arm!

But when he got up, Cristiano was already nowhere to be seen.

“Damn!”

Whitaker Dog spat, disregarding his arm’s injury, turned back toward the tavern.

“Cristiano is quite loyal.” Devlin sneaked out the tavern’s back door, just lit a cigarette when he felt a cold chill on his neck.

By instinct, he turned around instantly!

In his eyes, there were several darts.

“Running?”

Slap!

A Funeral person smacked Devlin across the face.

The cigarette in Devlin’s mouth flew out directly.

“Could it be a misunderstanding?” Devlin did not get angry, nor did he show rage, instead raising his hands, speaking calmly: “I am not acquainted with you all, perhaps you got the wrong person?”

“Still lying!” Another Funeral person sneered: “In the tavern, Whitaker Dog went straight for you. If not for someone blocking him, how could you have left? Unexpectedly, we’ve been waiting here for quite some time!”

Whitaker Dog had brute strength but his mind was not simple.

Julius Reed had repeatedly warned that Devlin was a cunning and deceitful person.

Thus, even though Whitaker Dog acted in secret, he prepared flawlessly.

Every exit of the tavern had skilled people from the Funeral troupe in ambush.

Though not as freakish as Whitaker Dog, when compared to ordinary Martial Artists, they were substantially superior.

“This…” Devlin’s mind raced as he spoke: “I don’t know when or where I offended you all?”

“You burned the Funeral Alliance’s building, our boss intends to make you pay!” said a Funeral person, bringing Devlin joy!

Pay money?

That was much simpler.

He, Devlin, had money!

“So that’s it. Had you mentioned earlier, I’d have given you the money, maybe even made friends.” Devlin smiled, reaching his hand into his pocket.

“Don’t move!” The Funeral person’s eyes were filled with caution.

It was said that Devlin was cunning, and even a fart might be poisonous with gas.

“Let me offer everyone a cigarette and chat.” Since it involved money, Devlin no longer hesitated. “Tell me, how much?”

“Now, it’s not just a matter of money!” Whitaker Dog’s face was grim as he walked out from the tavern’s back door, taking two steps to stand in front of Devlin. “Daring to injure Master Dog, you must pay with blood!”

Finished!

Whitaker Dog extended a big hand, grabbed Devlin’s neck tightly, and lifted him up!