Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“Chu Tianfan's a God among men! If my deductions are correct, he must have left a trump card behind

before attacking the Chu Sect. After all, he'd have needed to protect his friends and family in

Jiangdong,” Bill said solemnly, his deep voice resonating across the secret chamber. “Take them with

you to Jiangdong. I'm sure you'll be safe and sound there!”

Upon hearing that, Michael froze.

“W-What about you, Dad? It's a grave offense to release the Four Supremes, and there's no way the

Chu Sect will let you off the hook once they find out about it. Why don't you leave with us?” he advised.

Alas, his father shook his head. “I can't leave yet, especially not when our family's businesses,

properties, and centuries-old legacy are all here. Even though I've secretly transferred most of our

assets to China in the past years, we still have family members living here. We can't possibly leave

them behind to fend for themselves.”

After a pause, Bill added, “In any case, don't worry about it. Once you're gone, I'll secretly arrange to

transfer them out, and we can then reunite in Jiangdong. Okay, that's all for now. Run along and start

packing. I'll check on your sister one last time.”

As he had already made up his mind, he swiftly urged his son to make the preparations for the escape.

With that, only Bill and Angie remained in the secret chamber.

As Bill sat quietly by his daughter's bed and stared at her beautiful, serene sleeping face, memories

began flooding back.

He recalled that when Angie was born, she did not wail at the top of her lungs like other babies.

Instead, she merely tugged at his beard and laughed.

Later, as she got older, she gradually showed signs of extraordinary abilities, to the point where her

peers considered her a freak.

Left with no other choice, Bill decided to keep her home and away from the rest of the world.

Oddly enough, though, Angie never seemed to mind that arrangement. Even when she was alone, she

could still play to her heart's content, and if no one chatted with her, she would turn to the bugs and

animals for company.

The more Bill recalled the past, the more it made him teary-eyed.

“Angie, it's all my fault. I'm a useless father. It's bad enough that I haven't given you a good childhood

or a happy life, but I've made it worse by letting you get hurt...” he murmured, eyes closed as tears

rolled down his cheeks.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Immediately after, the door was flung open, and Michael, who had left earlier, came rushing into the

room frantically.

“Dad! I have bad news!” he said anxiously. “The Chu Sect has dispatched a large group of fighters, and

they're already on their way to us!”

What?

As soon as he heard that, Bill grew ashen-faced with shock.

“How are they so fast? Can't they at least wait for a night?” he bellowed, realizing he had grossly

miscalculated.

He had assumed that the head of elders would only come round in the morning to confront him,

regardless of how anxious the latter was.

Yet, to his surprise, the Chu Sect had come over so soon.

“No, it's too late. You have to leave this instance, Michael,” Bill ordered, not wanting his son to stay a

moment longer. “Forget about packing up. Take your sister and the Four Supremes now and get far

away from Mount Chumen and us! Go!”

As for himself, he would try to buy some time for Michael by leaving the secret chamber and leading his

family's experts to deal with the Chu Sect.

“Hurry! Get in the car! Leave by the back door before the Chu Sect gets here!” he urged. “There's an

airport a hundred miles away, and I've already arranged for someone to meet you there. Remember, no

matter what happens later, you're not to turn back. I want you to board the aircraft and fly straight to

China!”

Meanwhile, the once peaceful and quiet Jones residence plunged into a sudden flurry of activity.

Many guards had been mobilized and tasked to defend the perimeter of the manor.

At the same time, Bill selected ten of their family's best fighters to protect Michael and the others along

the way.

Before long, someone had carried the unconscious Angie into the car.

Even the four disheveled men, who still had their hands and feet chained, were soon led to the car.

“Don't forget our promise to meet in Jiangdong, Dad! You have to keep your word!” Michael exclaimed,

voice tinged with sadness and reluctance as he embraced his father.

“Haha, you little rascal. When have I ever gone back on my word? Since I've said to reunite in

Jiangdong, then that's where we'll meet! Besides, I still want to see your sister marry Chu Tianfan. That

way, the Jones family will finally have a Supreme who's on the Sky Ranking!”

Vroom!

Seconds later, the five luxury cars, carrying Michael and the rest, roared off into the darkness.

Seeing his son depart safely, Bill felt his racing heart calm down gradually.

I know this might be my last farewell, but that's all right. So long as Michael and Angie make it to

Jiangdong safe and sound, our family legacy will live on! It won't be the end of the Joneses! As for

revenge, I'm sure someone will help see to that in the future.

“Chu Tianfan, I hope you won't disappoint me this time,” Bill muttered.

After all, he had bet his life on Chu Tianfan by sending the latter's Four Supremes away.

Looking back, Bill had tried so hard to kill Ye Fan. No one could have anticipated the Joneses to

subsequently become the first of the Three Families of the Chu Sect to align themselves with Chu

Tianfan.

Ah, life is truly strange and unpredictable.

At that moment, one of the subordinates hurried back with a report. “Mr. Jones, members of the Chu

Sect have arrived! W-What should we do?”

“What's there to be afraid of? It's just death!” Bill sneered. “But even if death is our only outcome, us

Joneses will still put up a fierce fight!”

He then hollered, “Everyone, heed my command! We shall now head out to receive Mr. Tang!”

Upon giving his order, he led the rest of the family to the main entrance and prepared to face off with

the Chu Sect.

As it turned out, a group of the Chu Sect's fighters had already gathered out front, and the leader had a

cold, menacing look in his eyes.

“Bill Jones, I can't believe you still have the cheek to show yourself!” he snapped harshly. “You've

disobeyed orders and intend to rebel against us! Mr. Tang has instructed that if you don't hand over the

Four Supremes, we are to rush into your manor and kill everyone in sight. If you don't want your

family's blood to be on your hands, I suggest you surrender and give us those four remaining members

of Dragon God Hall!”

Unafraid and undeterred, Bill retorted, “Who do you think you are? An elder? Ha! You're nothing but a

lowly member of the Chu Sect, so what right do you have to boss me around?”

However, on top of the rage churning inside him, he was also perplexed. The Chu Sect might have sent

quite a large group of people, but none of them was an elder. Even when it came to Grandmasters,

there were only three of them.

Do they think they can destroy the Joneses with this paltry lineup? They are underestimating us if they

do!

“No, that doesn't seem right...” Bill murmured as a sudden realization struck him.

With that, his face instantly paled.

Meanwhile, Michael and his group continued their escape through the night as the convoy sped along

the dark, empty roads.

“Mr. Jones, we're about five minutes away from the airport,” the chauffeur reported.

Michael nodded. “Good. Try to go even faster!”

The group finally arrived at the airport minutes later, where a helicopter stood on a vacant field, waiting

to take off.

The engine sound was deafening, and blinding light flooded the night sky.

After seeing the helicopter, Michael felt his tension start to melt away. At long last, we're safe.

However, just as they were about to step out of the car and board the helicopter, a shadowy figure

suddenly descended from the sky and landed in front of them.

Boom!

The icy voice of a man promptly rang out. “Hello, Michael. I've been waiting for you.”

At the sound of that all too familiar voice, Michael reeled back.

His eyes were wide, and he paled. “M-Mr. Tang?”