Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 18 Izabella Ye

“A lonely and wild ghost.”

Frank narrowed his eyes, wondering whether he had become a lonely ghost now.

Sidney’s words did make sense. He has no other family members in this world except for Master Ye.

Therefore, he had to find out what had happened to Master Ye and no one should try to stop him.

"Gone too far?" Sidney laughed, "Paul, do you think I'm overdoing it? I don't think it's too excessive to

say whatever I want about a dude who wants to do something to his family."

"That’s enough!"

Paul roared. As his face was full of rage, he stared at Sidney, "Second young master, eight years ago,

you were still young and didn't know anything. If you speak nonsense again, don't blame me for being

rude!"

"Paul!"

Sidney changed the look on his face abruptly, "You are the steward of the Ye Family. Remember who

you are. Moreover, eight years ago, I was eleven years old. I knew what it meant to be ungrateful and

bold!"

Frank frowned. He could see the pain that flashed in Sidney's eyes as he said this.

"Cough! Cough… " Paul was so angry that he kept coughing.

Frank coldly glanced at Sidney and whispered to comfort Paul.

Sidney was panting. It was as if he had run three thousand meters before saying what he had said

before. He felt that his heart went blank after saying it, always feeling empty.

"Young Master, I… I… " Paul guiltily looked at Frank. Regarding the things back then, he knew them in

his heart. But nobody believed what he said. Nobody was convinced by his words.

"Don't blame yourself." Frank smiled towards Paul, "Without the Ye Family, I'm living a very prosperous

life. This time, if it were not for the Master Ye's matter, I wouldn't have come back here."

Paul secretly shed tears. Frank’s words couldn’t help relieve the guilty in his heart.

Frank didn't force him. He pointed at the two people behind Sidney with his fingers, "You two, send

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The two looked at each other into the eyes and then turned to Sidney for help.

Sidney shouted with a black face, "What are you looking at me for? Don't you obey what Paul says?"

The two men seemed to be relieved and rushed to Paul's side as they held Paul. Ignoring Paul, who

wanted to say something further, they carried him and headed inside.

After Paul left, Sidney said, "The one who is in the way is gone. Will you leave on your own? Or should

I send you away?"

As Sidney's voice fell, the people behind him all took a step forward, looking forbidding and

intimidating.

"I came back here today for only one thing."

Frank coldly looked at the crowd, "I want to find out how the old man died!"

"You're insolent!" Sidney exploded.

"You can try to stop me." Frank sneered, moving his arms and legs, "It has been eight years since I last

saw you. Let's see what you've been capable of."

"Get him out of here!"

With a wave of Sidney's hand, the crowd behind him all pressed towards Frank.

"Are you trying to beat me by many forces of yours?" Frank grunted coldly. Instead of retreating, he

charged into the crowd with great strides. “Bang! Bang!” With two kicks, he kicked away two people,

while three people were beaten down by his fists. And with a final roundhouse kick, he kicked away the

person who was rushing to the front of him, making them scream and roll to the feet of Sidney and

Joey.

Patting his spotless clothes, Frank snorted, "Vulnerable."

Sidney's body trembled slightly. And fear flashed in his eyes. But he stood stubbornly in place with a

stubborn face.

“Poof!” Joey went down on his knees, shivering and lowering his head, who didn’t even the courage to

look at Frank.

"Is this what you're relying on?" Frank walked to Sidney's side and stared into his eyes, "Sidney, you

know nothing about true power."

Patting Sidney on the shoulder, Frank walked directly towards the ancestral shrine.

It wasn't until Frank's back disappeared that Sidney collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. And

sweats broke out on his forehead, making his clothes soaked wet.

Joey leaned to Sidney's side and said unwillingly, "Sidney, are we just going to let him go?"

Sidney was silent. The force Frank had shown just now was so strong that he didn't have the strength

to fight back. What else could he do if he didn't let him go?

In fact, from the depths of his heart, he was equally confused as to why the healthy and red-faced

Master Ye would suddenly pass away, whom he couldn't even see for the last time.

Since Frank was making such a fuss, which probably would make him know the truth as well.

As Joey saw that Sidney was silent, his eyes flashed with contempt. And he took out his phone on his

own and sent out a text message.

Sidney saw clearly that this text message was not sent to the head of the Ye Family, his father, but his

mother, Megan Powell.

With disgust, Sidney didn't want to bother with Joey even more.

The ancestral shrine of the Ye Family was built along the mountain, meaning that the descendants

would rise under the watchful eyes of their ancestors. And it was also the most luxurious and simple

building in the entire Ye Village.

Even though the state now advocated cremation, the Ye Family still practiced earth burial in their

ancestral shrine, which was one of the reasons why Frank had rushed back here. Although the funeral

had been completed, he was confident of finding out the cause of the old man's death.

Frank was stopped at the entrance of the ancestral shrine.

Dozens of black-clothed people were blocking the entrance of the ancestral shrine, each of whom was

with a bulging waistband.

The leading black-clothed man took a step forward and shouted murderously towards Frank, "The

family master has an order that no one is allowed to enter or leave the ancestral shrine. Those who

violate it will be killed without pardon!"

Frank furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced over the crowd coldly, "Get out of my way!"

"Eldest Young Master."

The black-clothed man in the lead smiled bitterly, "Don't embarrass us. If the master of the house

blames us, these brothers will all be unlucky along with me."

Frank was silent.

If these people spoke viciously, he could fight in without hesitation. Even if they were all heavily armed

elite soldiers, they couldn’t stop him, not to mention the fact that these black-clothed people in front of

him were only slightly trained.

But with such kind words from the chief, Frank couldn't do it.

"Then wait for the one who can decide to come here," Frank said indifferently. He was here and wasn't

afraid that anyone would mess with him.

"Thank you, Young Master," The chief saluted and retreated to the side.

Anyway, his mission was only to stop people from entering the ancestral shrine.

As for the rest, it had nothing to do with him.

Frank didn't have to wait long before a silver sedan parked next to the ancestral shrine.

A youthful and beautiful girl came down from the car. Upon seeing Frank, the girl shouted in joy,

"Brother."

Frank hooked up the corner of his mouth into a smile as he hugged the girl who jumped towards him

and smiled, "Long time no see."

"I have been missing you," Izabella said in a delicate voice.

She was Frank's junior sister. And she was only thirteen when Frank left.

"Now you've become a big girl," Frank lamented.

"You will always be my senior brother." Izabella smiled coquettishly and then whispered in his ear,

"Brother, you're here to pay your respects to grandpa, right? I always feel that something is not right.

When grandpa left, we didn't even see him. And it's only been three days before the funeral was held in

a hurry."

Frank furrowed his eyebrows. Based on the custom on their side, the deceased should be buried seven

days after death. And Izabella was the Ye Family's firstborn granddaughter. Why couldn't she be even

allowed to see the old man one last time?

There was something very strange about this.