Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 861: Get in the Car

He left the Armin Levis Corporation.

There were no obstacles.

Thanks to Beckett Carmichael’s connections, and the group of top-tier Shadow Warriors from Seven Clouds Academy.

It was very easy for him to enter the Armin Levis Corporation.

As for the dagger.

It was Venassa Pine who brought people to scout ahead, sneaking into the treasury of the Armin Levis Corporation and stealing it.

Seven Clouds Academy was capable both literarily and martially.

From executing nobles above to stealing chickens and dogs below.

The mention of a superior by Fabio Pendleton had indeed sparked Julius Reed’s conjectures.

As expected.

In such a large Armin Levis Corporation, the person in charge was merely the little general manager.

It seemed the waters ran very deep here.

No wonder Beckett Carmichael, with such a fiery temper, had to tread carefully around Armin Levis.

Since he couldn’t find them, he just had to wait for them to come to him.

The poem "Knight’s Journey" was enough to make them come to visit.

The location of the dagger had to be traced.

And Ivan Reed as well.

Although Fabio Pendleton was lying, lies were always half-truths.

Combining this with the trip to Gonzalez City, Julius Reed was very clear about Ivan Reed’s intentions.

Thus, the superior mentioned by Fabio Pendleton must also be related to Isabella Warm.

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Medicine King Valley, truly omnipresent.

When Julius Reed returned to the Carmichael residence, he saw a bunch of cars gathered at the door.

All kinds.

Each worth tens of millions at least.

The license plates were very intimidating.

There had to be many forces gathered here.

After all, those exaggerated license plates couldn’t possibly belong to one single family.

"I already told you, Mr. Reed is not here."

Beckett Carmichael stood at the door, his face stern, "This is my personal residence! If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for getting rough!"

Behind him, dozens of bodyguards were ready for battle.

Airs of solemn killing!

"Mr. Carmichael, that’s somewhat ungenerous of you."

Someone stepped forward and looked at Beckett Carmichael, "When you drove a bulldozer through Mr. Lee’s gates, that wasn’t what you said."

"In life, never be duplicitous! The Koller Family is still here, the Leocadia Family too, and you, Mr. Carmichael, are not invincible."

"Gentlemen, what is this?"

Beckett Carmichael came down, scrutinizing the people in front of him, "Are you troubling me?"

"Not at all."

Someone chuckled lightly, "Who are you, Mr. Carmichael? You disregard everyone! Who would dare trouble you?"

"That’s bull!"

Beckett Carmichael took off his suit jacket and threw it behind him, "Say that again!"

"Beckett Carmichael, looking for a fight?"

The others also pressed closer.

"Enough! Quiet!"

Just then, an impatient middle-aged man shouted.

No one spoke.

The man’s words could not be rebutted.

Because—

He was the strongest among the middle generation of the Huntington family!

Currently, the second in command of the Huntington family, Waylon Huntington!

Behind him, parked an incredibly luxurious vintage car.

Custom-made.

Only one in the world.

Total price, nine hundred thirty million!

"What, in debt and being chased for repayment?"

As Julius Reed spoke up, dozens of gazes immediately fixed on him.

"Julius Reed?"

Waylon Huntington’s pupils shrank, a man of sheer killing intent!

"Indeed."

Julius Reed strolled over, inquisitively asking, "Looking for me?"

"Mr. Reed, you go inside first. I’ll hold them off here!"

Beckett Carmichael quickly ran over, gesturing to the bodyguards at the door.

"Mr. Carmichael, what is this?"

Waylon Huntington, closely examining Julius Reed, said, "Just a dinner, and you won’t give me face?"

"Dinner? Is it a trap?"

Beckett Carmichael scoffed, "You think your little tricks can fool me?"

Those present were all fathers of young masters who were injured last night.

These people coming together at the Carmichael residence were definitely up to no good.

"Just a simple dinner, I don’t think Mr. Reed would be so disrespectful, right?"

Waylon Huntington, dressed in a black leather jacket, with a scarf tied around his neck,

rubbed his hands together, clad in leather gloves.

The early spring in the capital was a bit cold.

The air was also tinged with a few snowflakes.

"Inviting me to dinner?"

Julius Reed pointed at himself, surprised, "Where?"

"At my place! My father extends the invitation."

Waylon Huntington spoke in a cold tone.

"My father, Darrell Huntington."

In the capital, Darrell Huntington was a legend!

The assumption that the Huntington family was second only to the four major families was merely speculation by the people of the capital.

In fact, it wasn’t that the Huntington family wasn’t qualified.

It was that Darrell Huntington felt that being compared with the other four was devaluing.

The Huntington Family would either be the first.

Or, they would take down the first.

The four major families?

Even if they joined forces, they might not match the abilities of Darrell Huntington alone!

Yet even those present didn’t understand this.

They once thought that the fragmentation of the Leocadia Family would be an opportunity for the Huntington Family to rise.

However, the truth was...

The other four families posed no threat to the Huntington Family at all.

"I don’t recognize him."

Upon hearing the name Darrell Huntington, Julius Reed shook his head, "Next time, at least find someone I recognize, otherwise how are we going to have a meal?"

As soon as these words came out.

There were murmurs all around.

That was Darrell Huntington!

Even if everyone was unaware of Darrell Huntington’s true capabilities, just the tip of the iceberg was enough to put the Huntington Family and the four major families together in discussions.

In the capital, Darrell Huntington’s reputation might not be lower than Ivan Reed’s.

The young man in front of them, dared to say he hadn’t heard of him?

The ones originally here to seek revenge, now waited to watch the drama unfold.

The Huntington Family, were not ones to let things go easily.

"My father..."

"Since your father is inviting, I’ll go."

Julius Reed interrupted Waylon Huntington, pointing at the custom car, "Is this your car?"

"Father’s vehicle."

Waylon Huntington said coldly.

"Get in, I’m actually a bit hungry."

Julius Reed walked over and yanked the car door hard.

It was locked.

Couldn’t open it.

A burst of laughter came from the crowd.

"Mr. Reed, that’s like entering a dragon’s den..."

Beckett Carmichael came over anxiously and muttered softly, "The Huntington family harbors deep grudges!"

"Just a meal, don’t think so badly of people."

Julius Reed waved at him, "Go back, wait for my news."

"Ah! Alright..."

Beckett Carmichael looked on worriedly.

His feelings were mixed.

What abilities did Julius Reed have?

He fought Eli Yarrow without him having any chance to fight back.

If he really went to the Huntington household, he might not be at a disadvantage!

But, that was still the opponent’s home turf.

If something unexpected happened, he wouldn’t be able to help in time.

"Mr. Reed, please get in the car."

Waylon Huntington smiled suggestively.

The car door was locked.

Couldn’t open it.

Even if he dared mess with the Huntington family, today he intended to embarrass Julius Reed.

Embarrass him publicly!

Laughter rang out from the crowd.

Everyone knew the Huntington family wanted to use this as a show of power.

"Then, I won’t be polite."

Julius Reed gave a polite smile.

Whoosh!

The heavy car door was directly torn off!

Clang!

Julius Reed casually threw the car door to the ground.

Silence!

Many faces froze with their smiles.

In their eyes, there was shock.

But before they could recover.

Whoosh!

Julius Reed walked to the driver’s seat and directly pulled off the front car door!

Following that, the passenger door...

The opposite side of the back seat.

The body of the car was severely deformed.

At the break, the steel plated was exposed.

Gleaming with a cold light.

"I prefer sports cars, they’re flashier."

Julius Reed smiled faintly, under the gaze of dozens of people.

Whoosh!

With his bare hands, he tore open the metal roof of the car.