Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: The Winner?_1

According to the rules, Houston Green became the loser.

Osby Michael and Dimitri Leopold each took an iron spike and viciously stabbed it into Houston Green’s leg.

At the moment of life and death, people are just that selfish.

The most threatening individuals are often the first to be eliminated.

Looking at the three iron spikes in his thigh, Houston Green’s eyes were bloodshot.

He ferociously clutched a bamboo spike between his teeth, the flames of his anger seeming to want to incinerate the two men!

In this moment, they were no different from wild beasts.

In their eyes, there was only slaughter, and enemies.

“The second round, begins!”

No sooner had Julius Reed spoken than Dimitri Leopold stabbed a bamboo spike into Osby Michael, the one closest to him.

Osby Michael, who had intended to stab Dimitri Leopold, was too slow and completely missed!

Dimitri Leopold, enduring the excruciating pain, began to roll on the ground. Even as he rolled, the iron spike plunged deeper into his flesh.

But he had no choice.

“Heh heh! Osby Michael!”

As Houston Green saw Dimitri Leopold rolling further away, he gave up on this useless, immobile waste and instead walked towards Osby Michael.

Blind.

Unable to see!

Even if by using sound he could pinpoint Houston Green’s location, he had no assurance he could act before Houston Green did.

Once Houston Green got the upper hand, he would be pierced with four iron spikes at once!

All three knew what this meant; at the very least, Osby Michael’s remaining mobility would be completely destroyed!

“Come on! Dammit! I’ve been annoyed with you for a long time! Come on, stab me! Let’s see who is the tougher one!”

In times like these, everyone is insane!

It’s either your death, or my demise!

No one is willing to be the prey; they want to fight to the death.

Houston Green, with an iron spike clutched in his teeth, stepped towards Osby Michael.

In his mind, Osby Michael had definitely lost this round!

When the time came to drive the iron spike into Osby Michael’s knee, he would be the only one among the three with the ability to move.

Then, all he had to do was watch Dimitri Leopold and Osby Michael fight it out.

He had legs, and in the end, he had a chance to be the last one standing.

Osby Michael stood on the ground, gasping for breath.

He could no longer determine Houston Green’s location.

If he waited any longer, he would be stabbed with three more iron spikes, adding up to four with the one Dimitri Leopold had just thrust in!

Each one, a drilling pain!

The spikes carried salt, causing pain several times more intense when plunged into the body than ordinary objects would.

“Houston Green, you fucking compare ruthlessness with me?”

Osby Michael roared and drove an iron spike viciously into his own shoulder!

“This…”

Everyone was stunned.

Who plays like that?

Self-mutilation?

“Houston Green, you’ve lost again!”

Julius Reed shook his head with a smile: “The rules are such, the spike in your hand hasn’t found its mark. His, however, is already in.”

“Heh heh!”

Blind Osby Michael, his face covered in blood, stood in place and let out a sinister laugh.

His own shoulder was in pain.

But there was no choice, he had to sacrifice an arm lest he completely lose the use of his legs.

“I…”

“You’ve lost, you must bear the consequences.”

Julius Reed sat back in his chair and said to the three, “The rules of the game are such, but if someone dies, the game will end prematurely, leaving the last survivor.”

Upon hearing this, Dimitri Leopold’s eyes on the ground shone.

As long as he killed the other two people, he could survive.

But…

Was there really no other way?

“We still want to play a bit longer…”

Dimitri Leopold spoke, looking at Houston Green: “No matter what, we are friends and shouldn’t push it to death.”

After these words, Houston Green let out a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, there was an understanding among everyone, waiting for Arvid Woody to come to the rescue.

Being injured is alright as long as you don’t die, you can live on.

Dimitri Leopold struggled to crawl in front of Houston Green, his hands trembling as he clutched an iron skewer.

“Two more rounds, and the rules will change. After that, there are no round limits. Whoever uses up their iron skewers first wins.”

Julius Reed suddenly spoke up.

“Sorry, see you in the next life!”

A fierce look flashed in Dimitri Leopold’s eyes; with a fierce thrust, he pierced Houston Green’s neck!

Whoosh!

The thin iron skewer pierced right through!

“You…”

Houston Green’s words were cut off as he fell to the ground, convulsing.

“Sorry, if you live, we have to die!”

Dimitri Leopold took a deep breath, his hands shaking like a sieve.

Arvid Woody hadn’t shown up yet!

He had to make it to the end; he had no other choice!

“Now, the game continues!”

Julius Reed picked up the fruit on the table and started eating leisurely.

It was like the Roman Colosseum, with three beasts struggling inside, while he stood in the stands, enjoying the show while eating.

The three men had thought about ganging up to kill Julius Reed, but were they any match for him?

If they weren’t careful, all three could end up dead!

So nobody dared take the risk.

People cling to life and fear death; they chose the safest way.

To obey the game’s rules.

As long as they were within the rules, they had a chance to survive.

As for rebellion?

Forget it.

With the removal of Houston Green, the biggest threat, Dimitri Leopold gripped the iron skewer tightly in his right hand and, without warning, stabbed at Osby Michael!

But in such moments, a person’s vigilance is high!

Osby Michael was always on guard, or rather, he was waiting for Dimitri Leopold to make a move!

He lunged forward, driving the iron skewer into Dimitri Leopold’s body!

“Ah…”

The skewer pierced directly into his abdomen.

And Dimitri Leopold’s skewer stopped less than five centimeters from Osby Michael’s head.

“According to the rules, you can try again.”

Julius Reed reached out as Osby Michael rubbed his head on Dimitri Leopold’s chest.

Then, with all his strength, he stabbed forward with both hands!

Whoosh!

Dimitri Leopold’s body jerked and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

“Sorry, brother! I have to win!”

Osby Michael roared.

He had rubbed his head against Dimitri Leopold to locate the heart.

Now that Houston Green was dead, as long as he killed Dimitri Leopold, he could live.

He had no choice!

Arvid Woody was nowhere to be found, and now things had come to this, if he didn’t kill others, they would kill him all the same!

“You… are ruthless!”

Julius Reed complimented Osby Michael.

A blind man living until the end?

And that final throw of the skewer was forceful, clearly aimed to kill!

The ten-plus centimeters long iron skewer had pierced straight through Dimitri Leopold’s heart.

“Can I leave now?”

Osby Michael was overjoyed, barely able to believe that he had survived.

Later, he could pin the events on Dimitri Leopold and Houston Green’s mutual killing to rid himself of suspicion.

After all, the dead don’t speak.

“Are you sure you’re the final winner?”

Julius Reed bit into an apple, asking with a smile that was not quite a smile.

“Mr. Reed, what… what do you mean? You can’t be going back on your word!”

Osby Michael’s head buzzed, and he stood up from the ground in an instant.

At that moment, the supposedly ‘dead’ Houston Green staggered to his feet, holding an iron skewer between his head and neck, and slowly walked over to Osby Michael.