The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 233

In the messy corridor, Krish propped up a pale Ludwig. The anger in his eyes slowly went away as he said in a cold voice, “We will admit defeat because our skills are not up to par. But we must take revenge on you for destroying the master sword of Mount Everest Sword Association!”

Hearing that, Ocho, who was silently counting how much money he would be penalized, raised his brows to glance at him. “You should be thankful and grateful.”

They were in Central Federation, where the Scarlet Dragons had yet to stand firm on their own two feet. Otherwise, with the tyrannical ways of the Scarlet Dragons in the Four Outer Districts, Ludwig wouldn’t be left with just a few injuries.

Ludwig spat out a breath of stale air. A flash of indignation flashed across his eyes. As for Krish, who was supporting Ludwig, he glared at Ocho furiously and seethed in anger.

Thankful? Grateful? Be thankful that we lost without dying? Be grateful that you showed us mercy? Humiliation! This was plain humiliation!

Ludwig got up slowly with a dark expression and said in a cold voice, “I, Ludwig Juan, am only an insignificant swordsman in Mount Everest Sword Association. I have no excuses for losing. But in a few days, the president and elders from Mount Everest Sword Association will look for you in person. I hope you’ll be so kind as to enlighten them when the time comes!”

“Your president and your elders will be coming?” Ocho’s eyes gleamed a little and his breathing quickened.

To be honest, he rather admired the sword skills of Mount Everest Sword Association. Their martial arts were subtle, unlike the reckless gangs in the Four Outer Districts. Other than their innate abilities, they could only depend on their thick skin. After a while, it was tiring to fight them.

There was a trace of smugness on Krish’s face. “Hmph, are you scared now? Mount Everest Sword Association…”

“I’m afraid that those who coming will be too weak. It won’t be satisfying to fight them.” Ocho rolled his eyes at Krish from the side.

“You!” Krish’s expression froze before his face turned red in fury.

Ludwig waved his hand. “Krish, stop flaunting the skills of your tongue. Let’s go.”

“Alright, Master Ludwig.” After agreeing respectfully, Krish glared at Ocho fiercely, then supported Ludwig as they walked slowly to the doors of the elevator.

Seeing the both of them walk into the elevator, Ocho reached out his hand to scratch the back of his head. “Did we just start a feud with a local group?”

After a moment’s silence, his mouth twitched and he muttered disapprovingly, “So what if we offended them? Since there’s no peace anyway, I’ll use my fists to achieve it. Haven’t we always done it like this anyway?”

Suite No. 1 was one of the best suites among the four presidential suites at The Pavillion, regardless of interior decoration or service.

At this time, in a small room that wasn’t bigger than thirty square meters in Suite No. 1, Jacob was holding a pretty outfit while speaking in a gentle voice to his daughter who was hiding in the covers. “Heidi, be a good girl. Come and wear your clothes.”

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to!” A young, muffled voice came from the covers.

His brows trembled a little and his expression was one of frustration. Even an obedient and adorable daughter was naughty and disobedient at times.

With a gentle click, the room door opened, and a wisp of fragrance wafted in immediately.

Jacob turned his head in response to the noise. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Seeing Moira walk into the room with a lovely, flushed face and hair that was still damp, his brows wrinkled a little. “It’s not good to take a shower in the morning, especially for women.”

Moira puffed her breast out and crinkled her beautiful nose. She rolled her eyes. “It isn’t any of your business!”

“I was just giving you a suggestion for your health.”

Jacob shrugged. Then, he looked at his daughter with frustration, who was under the covers and scrambling around like a rat. “It’s good that you’re here. If she doesn’t put on her clothes soon, she’ll be late for school.”

“The kindergarten belongs to you, and you’re afraid that Heidi Buddy will be late?”