Dragon Lord Crane Smith novel Chapter 7

Crane calmly looked at Tate with no ripples in his eyes.

Tate, who was confident with the firearm in his hand, had his hand start to tremble slightly under Crane's gaze, and there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him to never pull the trigger, otherwise it would definitely be himself who died.

Luca let out a miserable cry, and Tate's hand shuddered as the firearm almost fell to the ground.

Only then did Tate realize that Luca's right leg had been cut off, and the Tiger Guards captain took the leg and threw it to the Tibetan mastiff hiding in the corner.

A piece of trash playing with a gun in front of Dragon Lord? That was a big joke!

"You ......" Tate stared at the Tiger Guards captain in horror, and then looked incredulously at the calm Crane.

Tate had never dreamed that the man would disregard the safety of his Lord and directly cut off Luca's right leg.

Luca was with one leg left, and his big brother had to be crazy when he came back.

"Dare to hurt family members, I want you to die!" Tate roared in anger and was about to pull the trigger.

But that was when he realized that the hand he was holding the firearm ......

It was broken!

And the Dragon Guards had rushed up and pinned him down.

Tate was pinned to his knees by the Dragon Guards, forcing him to endure the pain coming from his hands.

"Go ahead and call more people." Crane said calmly.

"You really want to hurt both of us?" Tate was in cold sweat from the pain, the enemy was unfathomable, even if he could take them out, the Duncan family would still be hurt.

Hearing Tate's words, the Dragon Guards and the Tiger Guards glanced at him like he was an idiot, hurt of them? His family was worthy of that?

Feeling the mockery in the crowd's eyes, Tate's heart became even more uneasy.

But after all, he was a member of the Duncan family, and soon, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

"I know that you should be in the secret organization of the Ministry of War, but to tell you the truth, your Vice General of the Southwest Division of the Ministry of War, Brian Duncan, is my younger brother, so before you do anything, you should weigh the pros and coins."

"How about this, you let my nephew go now, and I'll intercede for you at my big brother and younger brother to resolve this misunderstanding, and even make friends, what do you think?"

His purpose was simple, to get Luca out first, otherwise Luca would have to bleed out and die.

As for how to deal with these military ones, he would wait for his big brother and younger brother to discuss it.

How could this little thought of his be able to hide from Crane's eyes?

"Noisy!" Crane disdainfully muttered one word and reached out to snap Tate's neck.

Tate's eyes were wide open as he died.

Having watched his Uncle Tate die with his own eyes, Luca did not shout again, but lay lost in the dog cage.

He was desperate, the immense pain of his crippled body coupled with the blow to his mind had left his body incredibly weak and numb.

Crane took out Tate's phone, dialed Alfred's number again, and put it to Luca's ear, "Keep calling more people!"

When Luca heard this, he looked at Crane in a trance-like manner.

Would the Duncan family still be able to get him out? Did he still have a chance to take revenge?

Yes, there must be, and even if he died, he would watch this demon be killed by his father before he die, and he would let him die before his eyes.