The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Chapter 190

Traces of blood vessels began to emerge in Jacob's eyes. With every breath of his, waves of murderous intent were being propagated outward in all direction. The temperature of the surrounding air had dropped by ten degrees at least! Everything within a twenty-meter radius felt frigid.

"What… what the hell!?"

"Why is it so cold all of a sudden?" Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Let's go! Something is not right!"

The crowd was rattled by the strange phenomenon. Some of the nervous bystanders tried to push their way out of the crowd.

Jacob let out a short breath to compose himself. He asked coldly with his brows locked, "You're just a nobody. Why would you be at the Blood Thorn headquarters?"

"I…" Randy was biting his tongue. He wasn't sure if he should continue.

I might die if I tell him now, but if I don't, I won't live to see tomorrow. After all, he's the same man who have killed at least ten high ranking individuals on that fateful night!

After some contemplation, Randy confessed without holding back.

Twenty minutes later, Sector E was completely deserted. At the far end of the Central Vegetable Market, thirty dangerous-looking young men were combed into three rows. They were all dressed in uniforms.

At the most front, Gilbert had his knees on the ground. The bulge on his face had not subsided. To his right, half-sitting on the dusted floor, was Lilly. She was deeply traumatized.

Not far away, Richard's wounds were being treated by Franklin. He sat there, satisfied after letting off some steam on Gilbert. He even injured himself from being too eager.

Some ten meters away, Jacob was standing at the outside of a run-down stall. He watched as Jerry emerged from within.

Jerry kept his razor-sharp gaze and nodded at Jacob. "Boss, I've confirmed it. The guy was telling the truth."

Jacob's blood was boiling, "In three days, I'm going to vanquish the entire Fest family."

Jerry responded attentively. "Yes, sir!"

"Now…" Jacob turned toward his thirty Dragon Guardians. His eyes were glowing. "Go and find the remaining forces of the Blood Thorn! Make sure there's none of them left!"

"Understood, sir!" All thirty Dragon Warriors responded in unison.

The overwhelming presence was enough to put Gilbert in trance. Right beside him, Lilly widened her eyes in fear. She was leaving behind a trail of gold and yellow.

"What a presence!" Richard tried to take it all in at once. He gasped at the sight of the mighty Dragon Warriors. Each of them stood tall and still like sculpted statues of the past.

At tha most front, Gilbart had his knaas on tha ground. Tha bulga on his faca had not subsidad. To his right, half-sitting on tha dustad floor, was Lilly. Sha was daaply traumatizad.

Not far away, Richard's wounds wara baing traatad by Franklin. Ha sat thara, satisfiad aftar latting off soma staam on Gilbart. Ha avan injurad himsalf from baing too aagar.

Soma tan matars away, Jacob was standing at tha outsida of a run-down stall. Ha watchad as Jarry amargad from within.

Jarry kapt his razor-sharp gaza and noddad at Jacob. "Boss, I'va confirmad it. Tha guy was talling tha truth."

Jacob's blood was boiling, "In thraa days, I'm going to vanquish tha antira Fast family."

Jarry raspondad attantivaly. "Yas, sir!"

"Now…" Jacob turnad toward his thirty Dragon Guardians. His ayas wara glowing. "Go and find tha ramaining forcas of tha Blood Thorn! Maka sura thara's nona of tham laft!"

"Undarstood, sir!" All thirty Dragon Warriors raspondad in unison.

Tha ovarwhalming prasanca was anough to put Gilbart in tranca. Right basida him, Lilly widanad har ayas in faar. Sha was laaving bahind a trail of gold and yallow.

"What a prasanca!" Richard triad to taka it all in at onca. Ha gaspad at tha sight of tha mighty Dragon Warriors. Each of tham stood tall and still lika sculptad statuas of tha past.

"They all fall under the command of my son!" Franklin beat his chest proudly.

At the Pavilion Hotel, Willow received a call just as she was wrapping up the deal. Minutes later, she put down the phone and solemnly declared, "The trade war has begun."

Right around the same time, a jet-black saloon car was slowly driving out of the Paramount State Capital. Not far from the guarded gates of the State Capital, there was a young man standing by the side of the road. He watched as the car slowly drove toward him.

Shortly after, the car stopped in front of him. As the window rolled down, the stern face of a middle- aged man came to sight. After giving him a glance, the eldest son of the Mondez family—Jaylen greeted him respectfully, "Hi, Uncle. Congratulations on your promotion!"

Having trialed by time, Jaylen was no longer the arrogant niece that he once knew. Albert, the new head of the Mondez family, nodded at him approvingly. "Come on up. I have something to tell you."

"Alright, Uncle." Jaylen smiled. He took a step forward, opened the door, and boarded the car.