Dragon Lord Crane Smith

Chapter 6 Please Keep Calling People

Luca was like a cancer in Stone City, and he had a perverted hobby of torturing young women.

And to watch the young woman's children and husband suffer humiliation and die.

And all of this, because of the blessing of the Duncan family, the people of Stone City dared not do

anything but be angry

Crane really could hardly imagine what kind of what kind of person of Alfred Duncan was to had been

to educate such a cruel brute as Luca.

If Flora hadn't been the first beauty in Stone City, and Luca had always wanted her to take the initiative

to crawl into bed and satisfy his desire for conquest, perhaps, she would have disappeared from Stone

City silently, just like everyone else.

After a few years, he lost his patience with Flora, and the previous scene of torturing the children to

force Flora happened.

At this moment, Alfred Duncan, the head of the Duncan family, was at the Qingchuan clubhouse when

he saw the call from his son and froze.

This son of his own, who was obsessed with various young women every day, how come he had time

to call his old father today?

As soon as the phone was connected, Luca's panicked plea for help came out.

"Dad, help, that little bastards' father is back, he cut off both my arms and he's going to cut off my legs."

"Dad, hurry up and get someone to help me, I'm going to die with my arms gone."

"By the way, he said that he would cut off one of my legs in a quarter of an hour. Dad, come and save

me, I don't want to die. Dad."

Alfred's face suddenly changed, "Luca, where are you? I'll send someone to rescue you right away, you

......"

"He's at the Lakeside Villa." Crane finished and directly stomped on Luca's phone.

Hearing the beeping sound coming from his phone, Alfred slapped the coffee table in front of him with

one fist, "Dare to hurt my son, drop death."

A couple of his friends who were drinking tea together rushed to ask what was going on.

Alfred couldn't bother to explain and immediately called the phone back to Stone City, "Tate, hurry up

and bring someone to Luca's villa. Luca has been chopped up, you go over there, chop up the

murderer's arms and legs, I want him to beg for his life."

"I'll go back immediately, I'd like to see who has the nuts to hurt my son."

Alfred rushed towards Stone City. On the way, he desperately dialed Luca's phone, but it kept turning

off, and the bad premonition in his heart was getting worse and worse.

After Luca begged for help, he knew that the Duncan family would send someone to save him right

away, his fear of Crane subsided, and his two eyes stared at Crane with resentment, secretly thinking

that when the Duncan family came, he would definitely cut these few people into pieces.

Crane faintly glanced at Luca, "Stuff him in the dog cage!"

The guards carried the dog cage over and stuffed Luca in it, and used a shovel to shovel the dog shit

from the corner and threw it at Luca's face.

Luca went from cursing at the beginning to crying out in pain and begging for mercy, but in return, all he

got was looks from the Dragon Guards like he was an idiot, and no one paid any attention to him.

Crane sat under a sun umbrella, and the six men lined up and stood behind Crane, next to Luca who

was in a dog cage.

The gate of the villa courtyard were wide open, waiting quietly for the arrival of the Duncan family.

In just over ten minutes, with the roar of engines, two dozen cars fishtailed in, rushing directly into the

lakeside villa and stopping in front of those bodies.

The car door opened, a hundred people, some with machetes, some with axes, all with fierce eyes,

murderous aura, gathered behind a bald man, all with gloomy faces staring at Crane sitting under the

sun umbrella.

This bald man was no other than Tate Duncan, younger brother Alfred Duncan, the boss of the Stone

City Underworld.

Tate frowned slightly when he saw the twenty or so corpses in the courtyard. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

All of them were deadly by one move.

However, seeing that there were only seven people on the other side, Tate didn't care too much.

Even if they were powerful, could they compare to the nearly 100 people he had?

The men he brought with him were all outlaws who had seen blood and killed without blinking.

"Son, where is my nephew? If you have the sense, let him go quickly, or don't blame my knife for not

having eyes." Tate held a machete and pointed it at Crane.

Before Crane could say anything, Luca in the dog cage yelled, "Uncle Tate, I'm here, hurry up and save

me, Uncle Tate."

When Luca saw his family, his eyes flowed with tears, only, unfortunately, his arms were gone and he

couldn't wipe them.

Tate took a look, his face changed greatly, he only heard his elder brother say that his nephew was cut,

but never thought that both arms were gone, and he was still locked up in a dog cage.

It was such humiliation to his family.

"Luca, don't be afraid, I will definitely get you out." Tate waved his hand, "Go, chop them up and feed

them to the dogs."

Nearly a hundred people, wielding machetes and axes in their hands, lunged at Crane and the others.

Crane sat there without moving, and the six men of his guards pounced on the crowd like six sharp

arrows shot out.

Even the world's top special forces were no match for the Dragon Guards, let alone these rabble-

rousers in Stone City.

In an instant, a hundred people were pounded by the guards, and the screams of misery rose above

the waves.

In just ten seconds, the Duncan's fighters had left behind more than thirty bodies, desperately running

towards the outside. The guards' moves were deadly, but their machetes could not even touch the

corners of their clothes, how could they fight?

Tate, who was beaten, tried to stop his men, but no one listened to him when it was a matter of life and

death.

The fighters just ran to the entrance of the villa, they saw five SUVs racing in, blocking the entrance in

unison, and more than twenty people came down from the vehicles, all of them still carrying the heavy

smell of smoke.

"Kill those who insulted Mrs. Smith and Young Lords!" The Tiger Guards of Cryptoclidus Palace that

had just walked off the battlefield pounced towards these fighters blocking the entrance without saying

a word.

The fighters only felt a compelling and fierce aura that met their faces, and suddenly, it was as if they

saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, their legs couldn't help but tremble.

But soon they were quiet, for their lives were gone, and there was no need to tremble.

On the other side, Tate was also beat to the ground.

The Dragon Guards and Tiger Guards escorted Tate to Crane's presence.

The Tiger Guards, kneeling on one knee, "Sorry for being late, I hope you will forgive us, Lord Smith."

"Get up!" Crane said indifferently.

The Tiger Guards immediately got up and stepped back to the side.

"Who the hell are you?" Tate asked as he looked at Crane in horror.

The Cryptoclidus Palace? What kind of organization was that?

Could it be a secret organization of the Ministry of War?

Yes, that must be it, those Tiger Guards look like they just came up from the battlefield, full of the smell

of smoke, definitely from the Ministry of War without a doubt.

After thinking about it, Tate calmed down instead.

If these people were from the Ministry of War, things would have worked out.

"Go ahead and call more people!" Crane glanced at Tate and lifted his wrist to check the time, "A

quarter of an hour is up, break his leg."

As Peter was just about to turn around, the captain of Tiger Guards scurried over, his large, blood-

crusted hand grabbed one of Luca's thighs right through the dog cage, "Dare to insult Mrs. Smith and

Young Lords, I will kill you."

The desperate Luca struggled violently, but his strength was just an ant to shake the tree in front of the

Tiger Guards.

With a cold flash of light from the dagger in his hand, the Tiger Guards captain sliced at Luca's thigh.

"Stop, or I will kill him." Tate's voice came, and the Tiger Guards captain turned his head to see Tate

holding a firearm in his hand, pressed against Crane's forehead.