Legend Of Dragon Lord novel Chapter 17

In Jiangzhou City.

After Frank came out of the airport, his eyes were gloomy. Eight years had rushed by. Before he left here, he was a muddle-headed and rich playboy. And now that he was back again, his hometown was no longer what it used to be.

"To the Ye Family's ancestral mansion."

After casually getting into a taxi, Frank sat in the back and looked out of the glass.

Although Jiangzhou City was not as good as these big cities like Haidong City, Jiangzhou City had undergone drastic changes. And with his memory, it would take a long time for him to find familiar places.

As time passed by, Frank found more and more familiar things. The closer he got to the Ye Family's ancestral mansion, the more familiar places he found. It seemed that time hadn’t changed anything here.

Ye Village was located at the foot of a small hill near a river in Jiangzhou, where the Ye Family's ancestors had flourished for hundreds of years.

Speaking of Frank’s family lineage, it was of the leading position in Ye Village, whose ancestral mansion covered tens of acres of lands. And the attic and pavilion inside hid in the lush green trees, offering a unique flavor.

At the entrance of the ancestral mansion, as soon as Frank got off the bus, he saw that many people were removing the white cloth on the gate and sensed that the smell of gunpowder was in the air. As the veins in his head kept jumping, he clenched fists tightly, indicating how furious he was.

"You haven't paid yet." When the driver saw that Frank was leaving, he became anxious and opened the car door to chase after him while shouting.

“Swish!”

Everyone focused their eyes on Frank.

In the doorway of the old mansion, a gray-haired old man looked at Frank and asked in confusion, "Young Master?"

Frank nodded at the words, "Paul, it's me."

"Young Master, you are finally back." The old man got excited, shouted towards the person next to him, and told them to hurriedly pay the taxi driver. Then he quickly walked to Frank's side, grabbed his hand, and sized him up. After that, he sighed repeatedly, "It's good that you are back. It's good that you are back."

Frank asked, "Paul, what's going on here? How did the old master.. "

The smile on Paul's face suddenly disappeared. He sighed, looked around towards the surroundings, and whispered, "Young Master, don't be too angry. Men’s life and fortune are at God’s disposal. The Old Master left peacefully."

"I don't believe it." Frank shook his head with strong anger in his eyes.

No one knew it better than him. Five years ago, he had taught Master Ye a simplified version of the Anonymous Fist. And although it was not as effective as the full version, it was enough to guarantee Anonymous Fist a long life without any illness or disaster.

Master Ye had only just passed eighty. So how could he suddenly receive bad news about Master Ye?

"Young Master, take my advice. Family harmony matters the most. Now that the Old Master is gone, you mustn't continue to confront the head of the family. You are from the same family and can resolve the hatred between you."

Paul droned on as he led Frank into the house.

For Paul, Frank had a lot of respect. This old man was one of the few people who were willing to discipline him back then.

"Ouch! Isn't this the Ye Family's Eldest Young Master? Why are you back? Aren’t you afraid that Mr. Joey will break your legs?" A sarcastic voice came out from inside the door. Then a young man with a greasy head walked over cynically.

Frank furrowed his eyebrows. Although the young man in front of him was somewhat familiar, he didn't have too deep a memory of him.

Paul snapped, "Joey, why are you talking like this?"

Joey smiled, "Old thing. I call you Paul by respecting you. If I don’t respect you, you are simply nothing at all. How come you can call me Joey?"

As soon as Joey's voice fell, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

“Slap!”

There was a cracking sound. And Joey screamed, staggering back a few steps with an additional slap mark on his cheek.

"You deserve to be slapped," Frank snarled.