Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 2009: Opening the Coffin

"Whitaker Dog is a guest here; whether he leaves or not is not up to you."

As the guests were criticizing Whitaker Dog, Quella Radcliffe stepped forward.

She was in mourning clothes, her expression resolute. "Everyone, aren’t we acting like we’re running the show as guests?"

When she finished speaking, the guests hesitated.

After all, this was Julius Reed’s funeral, and the one speaking was his wife.

They could attack Whitaker Dog without restraint, but attacking Quella Radcliffe was indeed not easy.

"Isn’t this Miss Quella Radcliffe?" Ulysses Huntington glanced at her and casually took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "In the past, your husband wreaked havoc at our Huntington family funeral in Kyoto. You should know about that, right?"

"So what if I know?" Itai Huntington stepped forward, glaring coldly at Ulysses Huntington. "Are you trying to make the Huntington family lose its last male heir?"

"Threatening ?" Ulysses Huntington laughed loudly, then his expression turned vicious: "You! You vile wretch! How dare you betray your own family! Yes, I’m here to create trouble! Is there a problem?"

Those words were asking for a beating.

Julius Reed found it hard to control himself.

"Boss, do you need to intervene?" Hiddy whispered from the side.

"Hold on." Julius Reed wanted to remain hidden.

Most people believed he was dead, making this the perfect chance to investigate the situation.

If exposed, it would beco much more difficult to act.

Though that punk was quite aggravating.

However, Julius Reed was surprised that Whitaker Dog turned out to be a chivalrous person!

In that case, Whitaker Dog could manage the Funeral Alliance he was planning to establish.

"Have you noticed the attitude of everyone in the room? Ulysses Huntington isn’t here just for revenge today. More importantly, he’s conveying a ssage to these people. Look, several have already wavered. They’re willing to offend the dead rather than antagonize those from the Martial Arts Association."

Julius Reed pointed at the people behind Ulysses Huntington, speaking to Hiddy: "These are likely disciples from top sects, here to intimidate outsiders."

"How outrageous! They must be locked in the toilets eating crap!" Hiddy spoke angrily.

"Exactly, later you..." Julius Reed began but suddenly stopped.

"No need." He glanced at the door and stood up to leave. "Soone’s going to have bad luck today."

Watching Julius Reed’s back, Hiddy was puzzled.

What’s this about?

anwhile, with consent from the president, Ulysses Huntington grew more unscrupulous!

"Go open the coffin; let Julius Reed’s woman and child take a look." After Ulysses Huntington spoke, he waved his hand.

The martial artists imdiately moved forward, intending to smash the spiritual hall.

"Hold on!"

Just then, a female voice was heard from outside the door.

Everyone turned and saw a girl in a fiery red robe.

With each step, the girl brought forth an intense sense of suffocation!

"Who are you?" Ulysses Huntington had a bad premonition; this woman seed too mysterious.

"I heard you were planning to open the coffin?" Hiddy asked coldly.

"Correct! The child and mother are here; they ought to take a look, right?" Ulysses Huntington scrutinized the woman but couldn’t fathom her skills or identity.

"Who is she? Her tone is so poor!"

"She seems a bit capable, probably Julius Reed’s woman?"

"None of her rings a bell."

The martial artists whispered, extrely curious about the sudden appearance of this woman.

"Open the coffin." Hiddy waved her hand.

"What did you say?" Ulysses Huntington thought he heard wrong.

Was she here to help him?

Not with Julius Reed’s group?

But what happened next left them even more startled.

Without a word, Hiddy walked up to the spiritual hall with eyes on her, single-handedly opening the coffin.

The guests rose to their feet.

They peered in.

Empty?

"Did it vanish without a trace?" Ulysses Huntington was sowhat excited.

Even the body didn’t remain!

But in an instant, he grew a bit disappointed.

He no longer had the chance to desecrate the corpse.

"Thank you, young lady, for your aid. If you need anything in the future, feel free to find at the Martial Arts Association." Ulysses Huntington clasped his fists, feeling satisfied.

"Whitaker Dog, let ask you sothing." Hiddy nonchalantly looked at Ulysses Huntington: "What’s the purpose of a coffin?"

"To hold bodies." Whitaker Dog had no idea what these won were about, but her aura was terrifyingly intimidating.

"What if there’s no body?" Hiddy asked again.

"Then put them in the coffin." Whitaker Dog answered normally.

"Now, call the Martial Arts Association headquarters." Hiddy pointed at Ulysses Huntington, expressionless: "You have ten seconds."

What kind of joke is this?

Threatening ?

The little fondness Ulysses Huntington had evaporated.

If soone was causing trouble with him, he’d make sure there were consequences.

Today, he’d kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and demonstrate the strength of the alliance between the Martial Arts Association and the Funeral Alliance!

Shake up the martial world and its practitioners.

"Not calling, huh?" Hiddy nodded slightly.

The next mont.

Everyone saw a red shadow dart across their field of vision!

Hiddy grabbed Ulysses Huntington by the throat with one hand and pushed him directly in front of the coffin!

Thud!

She tossed him inside.

Hiddy extended her hand, and many swords at the martial artists’ waists suddenly went out of control!

They all landed in her hand!

Five swords descended!

Pierced into Ulysses Huntington’s legs, hands, and chest!

The entire operation was as fast as lightning!

Ulysses Huntington hadn’t even figured out what happened before he was inside the coffin.

The guests gasped in shock.

Path of Weaponry?

She’s too powerful!

Who is this woman?

Hiddy picked up Ulysses Huntington’s phone, seemingly finding fingerprint unlocking botherso, directly snapped his finger, and placed it on the scanner.

Yet unfortunately, it wasn’t the correct finger.

Hiddy snapped another!

Until the seventh finger, the scanner finally recognized it.

Ulysses Huntington’s face was pale, lying still in the coffin!

Five swords made him unable to move!

Terrifying!

"Ulysses Huntington... who are you?"

An elder appeared on the screen.

Upon seeing Hiddy, he was sowhat surprised.

"Thank you, Martial Arts Association, for attending the funeral. But unfortunately, there’s no body in the coffin. I’ve placed your man inside, borrowing him temporarily." Hiddy finished speaking and turned towards the Martial Arts Association mbers.

Witnessing Ulysses Huntington’s fate, their initial arrogance vanished instantly.

Replaced by fear.

"Cry! Cry hard."

Hiddy threw the phone onto Ulysses Huntington’s face in the coffin, then walked step by step towards those Martial Arts Association people.

"Soone from your brotherhood died; are you really not going to cry?"

Hiddy waved her sleeve!

A fla sliced through the air.

"Could she be the Hiddy from the ancestor’s stories?"

"Hiddy? Isn’t she a person from five thousand years ago!"

As they conversed, the guests’ expressions grew more grim.

anwhile, those from the Martial Arts Association knelt down in fear, wailing loudly.

In the coffin, Ulysses Huntington grew increasingly apprehensive.

He felt like he might die today.

"I’m from the Martial Arts Association! Release ! Let go!" Ulysses Huntington desperately shouted, but it was in vain.

Unrattled by him, Hiddy raised her hand and spoke coldly: "The Holy Master is dead; soone must accompany him. Xiaoming, check the surveillance. Whoever caused trouble earlier, bury them directly."

Hiddy stood, complying smoothly.

And at the door.

Corbin Lee was leaning against the door fra, cigarette in hand.

Beside him.

Over a hundred black-clad swordsn, carrying gleaming long swords, blocked the entrance.