The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Chapter 118

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They had not gone far from the store when Franklin glanced at his son, “Was that what you meant by

talking?”

He hesitated and nodded his head casually, “But it was a great talk, he got what he deserved! It seems

like you’ve grown a lot in the past six years.”

Gazing down at the sandalwood box, Jacob raised his eyes with a faint smile, “Yeah, I picked up a

thing or two over the years.”

“Oh right, do you think the sword is worth ten grand?” Franklin asked with a raised brow.

Jacob looked at him reluctantly.

“Did I get cheated?” Franklin frowned, “Bloody scammers!”

“I don’t think it was too far off,” Jacob responded, “it is a great sword, at least it is one that has taken

years to forge, and it can slice through someone’s neck without seeing a drop of blood.”

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Franklin glared at him, “To hell with it! The sword is a gentleman’s weapon, don’t bring bloodshed into

the conversation!”

Jacob nodded helplessly, “Whatever you say, Dad.”

“A harmonious society does not call for violence all the time, what if you hurt yourself in the process?!”

Franklin went on with his lecture as they walked.

Jacob curled his lips into a smile, “Yeah, Dad, sure thing.”

After walking for about thirty meters, they heard a collective gasp by a crowd not far away. Following

closely, the crowd on the street dispersed as a young person with short hair charged towards them with

a ladies’ bag.

Jacob took a glance at the side before pulling his father two steps away from the pathway.

The next second, a petite figure appeared out of nowhere from the same direction that Jacob had

looked at, threw a hefty kick at the short-haired man, and sent him flying. She looked down at the man

disdainfully, “Coward!”

Franklin gaped his eyes as he had another look at the lady, “Hey, aren’t you Miss Murray, who was next

to Master Roman the other day? What a coincidence.”

Rocking a white uniform, Steph tilted her chin upwards with a prideful expression.

Meanwhile, the man who got kicked in the stomach barely got on his feet and lashed out at her, “What

the hell do you think you are doing? What was that kick all about?”

Steph raised her voice, “How dare you shout at me, you robber? Go to hell!”

Finishing what she had to say, she strode up to the man and started beating the soul out of the poor

man.

“Well done, heroine!” Franklin nodded his head as he praised her for her actions.

Jacob did not know how to feel when he heard the words that came out of his father’s mouth.

Very quickly, a pair of young couple came running up to them as they shouted, “Stop beating him! It

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was a misunderstanding?”

A misunderstanding?

Franklin was shocked, while Steph quickly stopped as the surrounding crowd grew bigger.

“It really was a misunderstanding!” Another person stood out from the crowd, “We are filming a video

for Tik Tok, this is staged!”

“A video?” Locking eyes with the lady who just spoke – she rocked a pair of long legs and was also

dressed in a white uniform, Steph was taken aback.

The young couple then said in unity, “Yes, it is staged!”

Laying on the ground, the short-haired man was fuming, “What’s wrong with filming a video? You didn’t

have to beat me up like that!”

“I…” Steph blushed to the roots of her hair.

Looking at her flabbergasted face, Jacob could not help but laugh.

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