Dragon Lord Crane Smith

Chapter 7 Brake Another Leg

Crane calmly looked at Tate with no ripples in his eyes.

Tate, who was confident with the firearm in his hand, had his hand start to tremble slightly under

Crane's gaze, and there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him to never pull the trigger,

otherwise it would definitely be himself who died.

Luca let out a miserable cry, and Tate's hand shuddered as the firearm almost fell to the ground.

Only then did Tate realize that Luca's right leg had been cut off, and the Tiger Guards captain took the

leg and threw it to the Tibetan mastiff hiding in the corner.

A piece of trash playing with a gun in front of Dragon Lord? That was a big joke!

"You ......" Tate stared at the Tiger Guards captain in horror, and then looked incredulously at the calm Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Crane.

Tate had never dreamed that the man would disregard the safety of his Lord and directly cut off Luca's

right leg.

Luca was with one leg left, and his big brother had to be crazy when he came back.

"Dare to hurt family members, I want you to die!" Tate roared in anger and was about to pull the trigger.

But that was when he realized that the hand he was holding the firearm ......

It was broken!

And the Dragon Guards had rushed up and pinned him down.

Tate was pinned to his knees by the Dragon Guards, forcing him to endure the pain coming from his

hands.

"Go ahead and call more people." Crane said calmly.

"You really want to hurt both of us?" Tate was in cold sweat from the pain, the enemy was

unfathomable, even if he could take them out, the Duncan family would still be hurt.

Hearing Tate's words, the Dragon Guards and the Tiger Guards glanced at him like he was an idiot,

hurt of them? His family was worthy of that?

Feeling the mockery in the crowd's eyes, Tate's heart became even more uneasy.

But after all, he was a member of the Duncan family, and soon, he suppressed the uneasiness in his

heart.

"I know that you should be in the secret organization of the Ministry of War, but to tell you the truth,

your Vice General of the Southwest Division of the Ministry of War, Brian Duncan, is my younger

brother, so before you do anything, you should weigh the pros and coins."

"How about this, you let my nephew go now, and I'll intercede for you at my big brother and younger

brother to resolve this misunderstanding, and even make friends, what do you think?"

His purpose was simple, to get Luca out first, otherwise Luca would have to bleed out and die.

As for how to deal with these military ones, he would wait for his big brother and younger brother to

discuss it.

How could this little thought of his be able to hide from Crane's eyes?

"Noisy!" Crane disdainfully muttered one word and reached out to snap Tate's neck.

Tate's eyes were wide open as he died.

Having watched his Uncle Tate die with his own eyes, Luca did not shout again, but lay lost in the dog

cage.

He was desperate, the immense pain of his crippled body coupled with the blow to his mind had left his

body incredibly weak and numb.

Crane took out Tate's phone, dialed Alfred's number again, and put it to Luca's ear, "Keep calling more

people!"

When Luca heard this, he looked at Crane in a trance-like manner.

Would the Duncan family still be able to get him out? Did he still have a chance to take revenge?

Yes, there must be, and even if he died, he would watch this demon be killed by his father before he

die, and he would let him die before his eyes.

Thinking of this, Luca's all-consuming eyes once again evoked some divine color.

And that, too, was Crane's purpose.

Alfred kept urging the driver to hurry up and hurry up again, and when he saw Tate's call, his spirits

lifted, "Tate, how's Luca?"

But soon, Luca's weak voice came out, "Dad, Uncle Tate is dead, they are all devils, and all the

hundred people Uncle Tate brought with him are dead too."

"Dad, I've broken another leg, I won't live, but before I die, I'm going to see that these demons of the

Ministry of War go to hell."

When Alfred heard this, his brain stunned and his body swayed as he fell into the back seat, almost

passing out.

When he was about to speak again, he found that the phone had once again been hung up.

"Ah ...... I will kill you and exterminate your clans." Alfred roared loudly, "From the Ministry of War, even

if it's the King of Heaven, if you dare to hurt my son, you have to die."

Alfred's eyes were bloodshot and murderous.

If someone dares to mess with his family, he would end up to die.

Alfred dialed a phone, " Brian, your nephew was cut up and disabled, and your second brother was

killed ...... all by your Ministry of War ...... Brian, the Duncan family is not to be bullied!"

"What? Can't move first? ............ I know."

After saying that, Alfred hung up the phone, his face becoming unusually gloomy, "Can't move first? I'd

like to see, what can I do if I move?"

"Pass down the order for all personnel of the Duncan family to assemble and for all five masters who

are in seclusion to come out."

"Bring out all the firearms."

"This time, I will use their blood to avenge my brother and my son, so that the entire Q State will know

what exactly is the consequence for offending my family."

The order came out and all the people of the Duncan family moved and all gathered towards the old

mansion.

All of a sudden, the entire Stone City shook, and everyone was afraid that something had provoked this

devouring tiger of the Duncan family.

And at this time, within the small courtyard of the outskirt of the Stone City, Flora looked at Nadia lying

on the bed with a complicated expression, and Megan who was holding her hand tightly, she didn't

know what to do.

The man who ruined her life had reappeared.

She hated him that she wished to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

But then she saw her two well-behaved daughters, and she was at a loss.

Was it possible to keep her daughters from recognizing their father for the sake of her hatred?

Although her daughters rarely mentioned their father, Flora knew that they missed their father all the

time, especially Nadia, who even dreamed of calling out for her father, hoping for a father who could

love her, a father who could protect her.

True, this time he saved her and her daughters, but did that cancel out the sins he committed?

Flora felt like her head was about to explode and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"Mrs. Smith, your body is rather weak, drink this bowl of ginseng soup." Emma once again respectfully

brought the ginseng soup to Flora.

Flora frowned slightly and waved her hand impatiently, "I told you, I'm not your Mrs. Smith, I have

nothing to do with that man! I don't need any mercy from you guys!"

After Spencer had sent Flora here, Flora had been cold and ignored the others at all, and when Emma

tried to check her pulse to check her body, Flora simply did not agree.

As for the title of Mrs. Smith, she was more than resistant.

"Mrs. Smith, Lord Smith has been searching for you all these years, he didn't intentionally set you

aside, please believe in him." Emma and the others immediately knelt down on one knee and said

sincerely.

"I told you, I'm not Mrs. Smith, I'm taking the children out of here." Flora said coldly, bending down and

picking up Nadia who was lying on the bed.