Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1491: 1491: Rich Woman

Chapter 1491: Chapter 1491: Rich Woman

Gino Cook mastered the family’s ultimate secret technique, the “Lightning Tennyson Method,” but before he could venture out into the world, news of his death spread.

Like a hurricane, it swept across all of Swimming City in an instant.

The remaining four families immediately probed for information, eager to uncover who had killed the ambitious Cook Family Head.

For centuries, the six great families had maintained a tenuous alliance, each secretly plotting to devour the others and monopolize Swimming City.

The Cook Family had been closest to achieving this goal.

But Gino Cook was dead.

The Cook Family was reduced to scraps.

Moments later.

An even more explosive piece of news once again swept through Swimming City!

The acting Family Head of the Cook Family, Kenzo Cook, surrendered all family treasures, knelt at the gates of the Young Family, and begged for forgiveness.

The people of the other families weren’t fools; they immediately understood what had happened.

Coupled with the recent emergence of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Holy Master, everything started to make sense.

Previously, Gino Cook had been targeting the Young Family for annexation. Now that the Young Family had gained the backing of a powerful figure, killing him was not at all unreasonable.

Combining this with the battle that had occurred in Rat Town, the remaining four families warned their younger generation: never provoke the Young Family.

At least, not while that Holy Master was still alive.

The Weatherby Family.

“Dad, do you think the Young Family’s next target might be us?”

Sherwood Weatherby looked at his father, Jacob Weatherby, with an expression full of worry.

“I just married three new concubines and haven’t even had a chance to enjoy life! I can’t die yet!” he said, almost in tears.

The Weatherby Family was wealthy, the richest of the two kings and four prime families.

Their ancestors had made their fortunes in business, becoming the first to rise among the six families.

But their descendants grew complacent, indulging in luxury and constantly focusing on making and spending money, gradually losing their edge.

The money originally allocated to recruit martial artists had all been squandered on concubines and real estate.

“Nonsense! You’re worried; does that mean I don’t worry?” Jacob Weatherby stroked his snow-white beard, his brows furrowed tightly.

“I’ve just married eighteen concubines myself, and the nineteenth is set for tomorrow. I want to die even less than you do!”

After speaking, a thought struck him.

“Take a look at our Weatherby Family women—see if there’s anyone suitable to send to the Young Family for marriage!” Jacob Weatherby reasoned that if Gabriel Young could use her body to secure that man, why couldn’t the Weatherby Family?

“Dad, all the women of the Weatherby Family have already been sent away. Isn’t that the ancestral tradition? To prevent outsiders from coveting our family’s wealth, daughters are sent out the moment they turn ten.” Sherwood Weatherby was distressed.

If that Holy Master lived in their family, he’d strut wherever he went!

“If this doesn’t work and that doesn’t work, we might as well just wait to die!” Jacob Weatherby slumped into his chair, tears flowing freely.

His nineteenth concubine!

“Do you not want to die?”

Suddenly.

A voice rang out from all directions.

“Who’s there?!”

Jacob Weatherby, already on edge, was so startled he fell to the ground.

“Quick! Protect the master!” Two martial artists guarding the door rushed into the spacious meeting room, scanning the surroundings with vigilance.

“Something’s off! The Holy Master is a man, but this is clearly a woman’s voice!” Jacob Weatherby, seasoned in intrigue except for his greed for life, wealth, and lust, quickly realized.

“Seems like it… But if the Holy Master were like the Oriental Legend…”

Sherwood Weatherby was mid-sentence when he felt a slap across his mouth.

But!

There was no one there!

“Pfft!” He spat weakly, only to find every tooth in his mouth had been knocked out.

“I asked you. Do you not want to die?”

A woman in a red robe suddenly appeared at the Weatherby Family’s meeting room door.

“Protect the master!” The two Grandmaster martial artists instinctively lunged forward.

Boom! Boom!

The woman flicked her fingers lightly, sending two streams of energy hurtling through the air, instantly knocking the two Grandmasters backward.

Clatter!

Jacob Weatherby’s jaw hung open, his mouthful of golden teeth falling to the floor in terror.

“Your… your excellency is…”

Boom!

The woman waved her sleeve, and the meeting room door slammed shut.

“I’ll ask one last time. Do you not want to die?” In a blink, the woman was standing right before Jacob Weatherby.

Thud!

Jacob Weatherby tried to stand but immediately fell back into his chair.

His body trembled like a leaf.

The Weatherby Family had long been a native clan of Swimming City, renowned for its tight security and high-level guards.

For this woman to infiltrate unnoticed, she was undoubtedly a top-tier expert!

“I don’t! I don’t want to die!” Jacob Weatherby shook his head furiously, like a rattling drum.

Who wants to die?

Aside from Julius Reed, perhaps no one would choose death willingly.

“If you don’t want to die, then do as I say.” The woman turned her gaze toward Sherwood Weatherby.

“I don’t want to die either!” Sherwood Weatherby hurriedly knelt on the ground, knocking his head against the floor repeatedly.

Boom!

He felt a heavy blow to the back of his neck and immediately passed out.

“Relax, I only knocked him out.”

The woman chuckled softly as she stood before Jacob Weatherby. “If you don’t want to die, just do one thing for me. As long as you succeed, not only will you live, the powerful figure from the Young Family may even protect you.”

“Really?” Jacob Weatherby stood up excitedly, nodding eagerly. “I’ll do it!”

Since she needed him for a task, it meant his life was temporarily spared.

Moreover, reconciling with the Young Family was exactly what he desperately wanted.

“The world knows your Weatherby Family is wealthy. Now, follow me on a trip. Once you’ve obtained what you need, you must personally deliver it to the Holy Master of the Young Family. Otherwise, I’ll slaughter your entire family.” The woman turned away coldly. “I don’t joke when I speak. At 5 p.m., outside Swimming City, atop Harris Mountain. I’ll be waiting.”

“Take care! I’ll definitely be there!”

After the woman left, Jacob Weatherby wiped the sweat from his forehead.

To ensure caution, he didn’t bring anyone with him. Instead, seizing the opportunity when no one was watching, he quietly drove out through the Weatherby Family’s back gate.

Jacob Weatherby was an old hand at dealing with dangerous situations and understood the significance of this task.

Bringing others along could risk being silenced.

Since the woman didn’t want more people to know, he would follow her instructions perfectly.

After all, if she wanted to kill him, he’d already be dead back at the Weatherby estate.

Harris Mountain lay ten kilometers outside Swimming City.

Named after the cliff at its base, which dropped straight into the vast ocean below.

This area was almost completely deserted.

First, because it was dangerous.

Being outside Swimming City’s protection, one misstep could cost you your life.

Second, because there was no value to the place.

Overgrown with wild grass, it lacked even a proper road.

Why would anyone come here, except to commit suicide?

“Master.” Jacob Weatherby parked his car at the foot of the mountain and immediately spotted the woman in red.

He quickly exited the vehicle, bowing and scraping obsequiously.

“Follow me.” The woman held something akin to a compass in her hand, constantly tinkering with it.

Finally.

The needle stopped and pointed toward the sea.

“The cliff? This old fox, Ink, truly knew how to pick a spot. If I hadn’t intervened, how could the Holy Master find it?”

Swish!

The woman stowed away the compass and abruptly drew the longsword from her waist!

The blade gleamed a blood-red hue, its hilt adorned with a fiery phoenix!

Whoosh!

The sword gleamed.

A wave of flames burst forth, instantly burning away the tall grass in front of her.

A path emerged on the mountain.

The woman sheathed her sword and walked forward with measured steps.

The smell of charred vegetation hung thick in the air.

Jacob Weatherby followed cautiously, his gaze fixed on the embroidered phoenix on the back of her cape.

Merchants are prone to occupational habits.

That fabric, that craftsmanship!

Not even the Weatherby Family could afford such luxury!

Th𝒾𝓈 𝙘h𝓪p𝓉ℯr 𝙞𝓈 pⲟṡ𝕥ꬲԀ b𝙮 𝐾𝙞ţҽ𝗇𝑜𝕧є𝘭

So rich!

A true wealthy woman!