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Dragon Lord Crane Smith novel Chapter 3

Hearing Luca's voice, Rowan seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, revealing an excited look.

He was working for Luca, who was the heir to the Duncan family.

The Duncan family was the richest in Stone City, not to mention Stone City, even in the whole Q State, there were not many people who dared to mess with it.

If Luca came to save him, it must be possible.

"Mr. Luca, save me, there's a bunch of bastards coming to save those two little bastards ...... ah!!!"

Rowan's words for help were just halfway through, the arm he was holding the phone with was cut off by Crane with a slash.

It was only when the blood spurted out of his arm that Rowan was roused from his panic by the pain, and he screamed in agony as he clutched his remaining half of the arm.

"One more curse and I'll cut your head off."

Crane said, picking up the phone that fell on the ground and putting it to his ear, "Luca Duncan, if one hair is missing from Flora, I, Crane Smith, will exterminate your clans!"

The voice was small, but there was plenty of anger and murder in it.

After a dozen seconds of silence, the sound of Luca's arrogant laughter came from the phone, "Good, very good, I'll wait for you to come and exterminate my clans."

"You want to save this bitch?"

"Well then, I'll play a game with you to warm up."

"From now on, I'll strip her every two minutes, don't you want to save her? I'm waiting for you......"

With a snap, the phone was crushed into pieces, and the murderous aura on Crane's body had become dense to the extreme.

"Lead the way!" Crane grabbed Rowan's collar and walked towards the helicopter like he was dragging a dead dog.

Rowan had been pinned to the ground by the sharp knife and was now being dragged and pulled hard from the ground, and how he wished at the moment that he could pass out to ease the pain.

But he couldn't pass out now even if he wanted to, because of the huge pain that was deeply stimulating every nerve in his body.

Just as he walked next to the helicopter, someone followed him over and reported, "Lord Smith, people from Stone City and Q State's Security Department are here, and John Porter Governor of Q State wants to meet you."

"Tell them to get lost! I'll call them if I need them, or leave me alone."

"Eight Guards depart, the others stay behind to protect my daughters."

Rowan was completely dumbfounded.

Governor of Q State was standing outside asking for a meeting?

These people must have a background.

It was over. It was completely over!

No matter how powerful the Duncan family was, in front of Governor of Q State, they had to meekly lie on the ground.

So it seemed that Luca would definitely die today!

Had he known that there was such a divine person behind the mother and daughters, he wouldn't have dared to get involved even if he was beaten to death.

Rowan was so scared that he forgot even the pain in his body and knelt inside the helicopter, kowtowing desperately, but no matter how much he begged for mercy, Crane's eyes did not fluctuate even a little bit.

If he had known, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. There was no medicine for regret.

......

Luca hung up the phone and sneered as he picked up a glass of red wine and poured it over Flora's head, "Flora, did you hear that, someone is coming to save you."

Although Flora's face was haggard, anyone could tell that this was a captivating beauty. .

Only now this beauty, with a dog chain around her neck, was kneeling in front of Luca.

Hearing Luca's words, a puzzled look appeared in Flora's lusterless eyes, but then it darkened again, how could someone come to save her?

After her daughters were captured, the first thing her own family, the Chambers family, did was to give her to Luca.

Not only that, her father and brother, had instructed her to 'serve' Mr. Luca well, for fear of angering Luca and causing the Chambers family to suffer.

How could anyone even stand up for her?

"Let my daughters go ......"

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