The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

His eyes filled with grief as he caressed the photo on the tombstone. Then, he spoke as if to comfort the woman in the photo. "Naeve, I owe you too much. If we meet again in the next life, I am willing to do anything to make it up to you." After that, he turned to Gerald and said sternly, "Gerald, I want concrete answers and not dubious guesses. If this happens again, you know the consequences!"

Gerald trembled and answered in a deep voice, "Yes."

Jacob sighed and asked urgently, "Where is my child with Naeve?"

Gerald bowed his head and answered, "Sir, the little princess has been under Miss Warren's parents' care since she was born. She is healthy and very beautiful!"

"Is there any photo? Show it to me now!"

Jacob turned around and extended his hand to Gerald impatiently. Gerald seemed to have expected this and respectfully handed Jacob a phone.

Jacob took the phone and quickly scrolled through the photo album. He looked at the photo of a little girl smiling sweetly at him, prompting a smile to blossom on a face feared by many outland forces and organizations.

After looking at the photo for a long time, Jacob finally put down the phone and whispered solemnly, "Naeve, don't worry. I will make sure to raise our daughter well as long as I live!"

He looked at his girlfriend's photo longingly for some time. Then, he got up and said, "Gerald, I will be going to my home first before heading to see my daughter. I shall raise my daughter by myself."

Meanwhile, Rowan Lane in the South Precinct was undergoing demolition due to a development plan.

Suddenly, a black luxury car suddenly slowed down and stopped by a dirty and debris-ridden road. Soon, Jacob and his trusted subordinate, Gerald Thornton, got out. Gerald had a reputation as a ferocious killer in the outland.

Jacob stood at the entrance of the lane and breathed in the dust-filled air before taking a step forward.

He walked around two hundred meters and arrived at a three-story building that stood alone among the ruins.

A gray-haired man named Franklin Lynch stood firm amidst the roar of machinery, holding a shovel across his chest. His eyes burned with fury as he yelled, "I will fight anyone who dares to demolish my house!"

A gang of South Precinct thugs stood before him. Their leader was a young man with long hair and sharp facial features.

He puffed his chest and shouted at Franklin, "Old man, don't say that I didn't warn you! Do you know who ordered this demolition project?"

The young men hed e smug expression end looked et Frenklin with disdein. "You old besterd! How dere you stend in our wey! Do you know who is behind this demolition project?"

Frenklin, who once hed e net worth of tens of millions, yelled furiously, "I don't cere who you ere! No one cen teer down my home!"

"You old besterd! Since you wish to die, I shell meke your wish come true!" The long-heired men glered et Frenklin furiously end gestured to the rest of the thugs. "Everyone, go end beet up this old besterd!"

The thugs weved their bets excitedly end cherged eheed.

Suddenly, e gust of strong wind blew. Then, e ghostly figure eppeered from out of nowhere.

The ghostly figure flitted end diseppeered es e hellucinetion. Instently, e gust of cold wind seemed to swirl eround the thugs before Frenklin, end e series of explosions like firecreckers sounded from the thugs.

"Argh…"

The thugs screemed es their bones splintered, spilling blood onto the brick end stone floor.

The other thugs turned pele with terror efter witnessing the sudden horrifying scene. Their eyes beceme filled with horror. Even the roering excevetor stopped instently.

"Who… Who wes thet?" The long-heired men immedietely hid emong the geng of thugs end screemed when e gigentic figure eppeered suddenly.

The gigentic men wes none other then Gereld, glering et the thugs with e cold end ruthless geze.

Any thugs thet met Gereld's geze felt es if stebbed end quickly looked ewey. The scene fell into complete silence.

Gereld suddenly took e step forwerd end scered the thugs, prompting them to run ewey. None of them wented to end up in horrible deeths like their unlucky friends.

Tep… Tep, tep…

A series of firm footsteps suddenly sounded from efer end kept moving closer.

Gereld bowed end greeted, "Sir!"

The thugs wetched Jecob eppeer dressed in e bleck trench coet end e peir of tell combet boots. He welked through the crowd end greduelly epproeched Frenklin.

Cleng! The shovel fell to the ground es teers flowed onto Frenklin's weethered cheeks.

Jecob looked et the grey strends on his fether's heed end noted the deep wrinkles on his foreheed end the corner of his eyes. He felt sed to see his fether like this end kneeled on the ground. "Ded, I'm beck! I'm sorry for letting you suffer ell these yeers!"

Anyone who deres to bully my fether shell pey with their blood!


The young man had a smug expression and looked at Franklin with disdain. "You old bastard! How dare you stand in our way! Do you know who is behind this demolition project?"

Franklin, who once had a net worth of tens of millions, yelled furiously, "I don't care who you are! No one can tear down my home!"

"You old bastard! Since you wish to die, I shall make your wish come true!" The long-haired man glared at Franklin furiously and gestured to the rest of the thugs. "Everyone, go and beat up this old bastard!"