Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 59: The Capability of a Waste

Young Master Sandoval squeezed his phone and squinted. There was a cold light in his eyes. “A waste

like you dare want to take my life? You’re not even qualified to do that!” He spoke coldly with a cruel

look. “Young master, that waste has been too arrogant.” One of his subordinates chimed in.

Sandoval turned his head and looked through the window. He then rumbled. “Go find Eijiro Chiba and

take him to me.” He was pulling a long face as he could not accept the fact that the plan he had

devised carefully was destroyed easily by Maxwell. His plan was perfect yet it had failed. How could

that happen? Having used to be all powerful in the capital city, he had never felt that disadvantageous

like what he had experienced in the Ocean City before. It seemed that his fate had started to change

ever since he met Greta and Maxwell from the matrilocal marriage. He was the god’s favored one who

was born with a silver spoon in the capital city yet he had been humiliated without mercy in the Ocean

City!

Give someone an inch and they would take a mile. Sandoval’s look was as cold as ice and he could not

bear letting Maxwell saying he wanted to take off his head at all.

…

It was late at night. A car slowly went to a halt at one of the ports in the Ocean City. Someone got down

the car in a hurry and rushed towards a ferry at the port. It was Eijiro Chiba and he was like a drowned

mouse, no longer had the arrogance he possessed when he first came to the Ocean City. He knew

very well how big a trouble he had caused and he dared not to stay in Ocean City any longer. He had

to hurry up and leave China as far as possible.

China to him was solely an inferior land gathered with a bunch of East Asia sick men and he would not

have expected the birth of an ace on this land. He initially thought he would have a great time in China

yet he never expected a fierce dragon had lurked there, and it was a super dragon that could make the

sea shuddered and the dark realm toppled.

Maxwell wanted him to commit suicide by cutting his belly, but how could he really give up his life? With

Maxwell’s identity that horrifying, why couldn’t he hide away from him? As long as he left China and

Japan as far as possible, and concealed his identity anywhere overseas, he would be able to survive.

Eijiro suddenly slowed down when he saw a shadow appearing somewhere nearby. His eyes turned

cold as the port had already closed in the evening and he had risked climbing the fence just to reach

there. The moment he noticed the comer, the hair all over his body uncontrollably bristled because his

instinct told him the comer was extremely dangerous. He was deeply shocked. There was already a

fierce dragon lurking in China, how could there still be someone that powerful? When had China

become that powerful?

With a shaking heart, Eijiro unsheathed his blade. He gritted his teeth and darted towards the comer.

His long blade pierced through the air and an ear-piercing sound of the wind was heard. He showed up

at the back of the comer at the blink of an eye yet the comer suddenly vanished from the place he

stood. Eijiro’s blade came to nothing and he was shocked. His sword skill was beyond excellence and

though he thought there was no need to bring his sword during this trip, he still brought his blade. And

since the sword and the blade belonged to the same family, his skill when using the blade was also

outstanding.

The speed he waved his blade was too quick that it was impossible to dodge, unless the comer had a

far greater capability than his. Eijiro’s heart plummeted upon thinking that. He turned towards the

comer while trembling and it was the handsome young man that had entered the mansion who

appeared to have a really good relationship with Maxwell too. The handsome young man was standing

there calmly and smoking. The strong and unusual fragrance from the cigar lingered in the air and

made Eijiro downhearted.

“My boss made me keep an eye on you, and I never expect you would dare launch an attack.” The

man lit up his lighter and the weak flame brightened his charming feature. “Your boss, who is he?” Eijiro

asked calmly. “Who do you think? My boss lets you cut your belly yet what are you doing here at the

port?” The man spoke blandly with his expression growing gloomy eventually. The corner of his lips

curved into a disdainful smile and he continued. “Do you really think you can get away with this?”

With a roar, determination flashed across Eijiro’s eyes and he waved his blade with an intense urge to

kill. “You’re looking for trouble!” The man leaned his body slightly to the side and with a cruel look, he

smashed his palm straight into Eijiro’s chest. A thunderous bang was heard and as if being struck by

lightning, Eijiro was repelled almost hundred steps away by the horrific force. He kept on coughing

blood and there was only shock in his eyes.

“Who on earth are you?” Eijiro asked reluctantly with a coarse voice. “You don’t have the right to know.”

The man replied while blowing out a billow of smoke with a fierce look. “I’m here to execute the Dragon

Lord’s order. Do it.” He continued coldly.

Eijiro was trembling all over. He let out a sorrowful smile and was looking delirious. He had never

expected he would meet his demise before even having the chance to showcase his talent. If he had

known the true identity of the son in law of the Sandoval family earlier, he would promise not to take

even one step into China and would forbid it all the time. No one could disobey the Dragon Lord’s

order. He was too naïve to think he could escape from the Dragon Lord’s punishment.

Eijiro picked up the wakizashi, his ancestor’s dagger while trembling. He then stabbed it straight into

his belly with despair. A trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his lips and the man walked

towards him while saying. “My boss has also told me that he already knew you won’t cut your belly and

would try to escape using the ferry, therefore he made me come here to wait for you on purpose. He

has never forgotten the bloody massacre you Chiba family conducted during the turmoil in China, and

he remembers the shadowy deeds you did towards China all these years at heart. The things you one

sword style school of the imperial city owed us are too many to count…”

The man’s words made Eijiro who was at the brink of his death widened his eyes. It turned out that the

dragon did not want to let them off at all. Could it be he had planned all these way earlier? It seemed to

be a trap laid by him. “I thought he’s retired? Why…?” He struggled madly yet he was growing weaker

and weaker due to excessive blood loss. “He is only the son in law of the Sandoval family at the

moment. It was you Chiba Dojo who come looking for trouble.” The man spoke calmly.

With his eyes widened, a cold light flashed across Eijiro’s eyes and redness flooded before his eyes.

He as the young heir of the Chiba Dojo had actually lost to China!

…

At the mansion of the Sandoval family, Maxwell only took a load off his mind and walked out of the

bedroom when he saw Greta who was drunk was deeply asleep on the bed. Harriet was standing at

the entrance along the corridor outside the room with an apprehensive look and she asked Maxwell

about Greta’s condition the moment he came out.

“She’s alright and is having a good sleep.” Maxwell answered honestly. “Shouldn’t we send the badly

injured bodyguard to the hospital?” Harriet frowned and asked. “We can’t. Now that someone wants to

kill us, it would be more dangerous if we go to the hospital,” Maxwell pondered for a while and said. “I’ll

go get the best doctor in the city now,” Harriet said. She had to hold responsibility as the reason Leila

was badly injured was to protect Greta after all.

“It’s alright now, I’ve done some emergency treatments for her, and those doctors might not even come

if you ask them over,” Maxwell said blandly. In fact, Leila at the moment did not need any doctor at all

as he and his subordinate had already given her emergency treatment back in the car. What she

needed was only a good rest.

“No. You’re not a medical professional, how do you know how to treat?” Harriet gave him a glare.

Maxwell was still calm and composed because Harriet obviously did not know that even the leading

experts in the western medical field overseas had to be all deferential in front of him. Countless leading

experts, medical organizations and drug companies had wanted to gain his favor by all means, and if

Maxwell said his medical skill was not the top in the world, no one would dare say theirs was!

“You have to trust my medical skills.” Maxwell shrugged and sighed. “Forget it.” Harriet rolled her eyes

and headed to her own room. Until midnight and after Maxwell had finished the house chores, his

phone rang abruptly as he headed towards his bedroom. He picked up the call and the young man’s

voice was heard at the other end of the phone. “Boss, mission’s accomplished. Chiba did try to escape

through the port and he was killed by me.”

“Those forces from the overseas are ready to cause troubles during these few months which I’ve

disappeared. It’s time to give them a warning,” Maxwell said with an obscure and icy look. “Quite many

of them who are targeting the Sandoval Group are coveting the development rights of the port and the

airport. If both the port and the airport do fall into their hands…The Ocean City, and even China would

probably go to chaos!” he said slowly.

“Roger, I’ll do it now.” After hanging up the call, the man immediately made several international calls. A Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

barrage of fireballs pierced through the air and shot towards the sky from a small unknown island

almost at the same time the man put down his phone. Those fireballs were actually intercontinental

missiles that were only possessed by a minority of large powerful countries and leading forces. That

kind of weapon was too horrifying because it could hit straight to other country from a large distance

ahead and it was rarely used when two countries were at wars. No one could have imagined that a

small unknown island had actually stored thousands of the missiles and everyone from the overseas

would be shocked if this news was spread out.

The moment someone placed an order from China which was far away, countless intercontinental

missiles were launched from the island and each of them was shot towards different directions at high

speed. Those horrific missiles with great power had torn the atmosphere apart as they swirled through

and not long after that, chaos was seen from the western world which had been in peace for quite a

while.

Those missiles had once again broken the silence and peace after the Dragon Lord’s retirement, and

many powerful countries and forces had all received the news. The black telephone on the office desk

in the Oval Office of the White House rang and when the president who was busy with his work saw the

mysterious telephone, his expression changed abruptly. That was because even the president had fear

towards the identity that was represented by that black telephone. He picked up the phone and a cold

emotionless voice was heard at the other end. “Nothing has happened tonight, this is what you know

who has said himself.”