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Chapter 834 General Dragon King’s Origin

"Now that the contract has been signed, we won't disrupt your family reunion; Yulia, let's go." Skylar tucked the

paperwork away and walked away with Yulia, Lola, and Dianne.

It wasn't until they were fully gone that the fear in the Barlows' hearts began to fade.

"Who is that guy, and what's with the title 'General Dragon King?' Why do the Santiago Banner people have to kneel

and kowtow to him?"

"I have no idea. I've never heard of such a prominent figure in our Eastern Alvonia region. Wasn't the Santiago

Banner the dominant force in the entire Eastern Alvonia region before?"

"Could it be that those two people claiming to be from the Santiago Banner are imposters, working with someone

named Skylar to deceive us and scare Grandpa in order to sell the Barlow Building to Skylar?"

A young man slapped his thigh and guessed openly.

Everyone in the room froze for a second after hearing his comments.

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Such a thing was not out of the question.

If all that just happened was part of a sophisticated con, the Barlows would incur significant financial losses.

And if word got out, the inhabitants of Ruritania would laugh their heads off.

"It's impossible!" Dawson remarked, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head slowly. "Even if they can replicate the

golden lion on their clothes, they can never imitate that invisible aura that overwhelms people."

"And, aside from the one on top of the tower, the person they referred to as General Dragon King is most likely

someone with great power."

"Great power?"

A middle-aged guy among the Barlow family members gasped, "Could it be the leader of the Dragon Army in the

North?"

"Isn't that General Dragon King, the commander of the Dragon Army?"

"I've been to the North before and heard people talk about a prominent figure who is the only belief of the Dragon

Army of millions; not only can he take enemy commanders' heads from millions of enemy troops, but he can also

use the Twenty-Four Dragon Needles, making him the best doctor in the world."

"General Dragon King... So, this is the origin of General Dragon King!"

Everyone in the Barlow family's pupils contracted as they heard the man's comments.

Both at the same time.

The Barlow mansion's main entrance.

A bunch of young men exited the automobile and began walking towards the estate.

Maxwell, who had been hurt earlier by Skylar, led them. Shirley and the few followers who had accompanied him to

the hospital stood beside him.

"Are you sure Skylar came to my house?" Maxwell said, his eyes filled with hate.

"Of course, there's no doubt about it; the security guards at your house witnessed it firsthand."

Someone responded.

"Hmph! Not only did he dare to hit me, but he also dared to come to our house to buy the Barlow Building. He's

asking for death!"

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"All of you, come in with me and see if he's already been beaten black and blue by our family's bodyguards, with

teeth scattered all over the floor."

"I see that the woman by his side is quite beautiful," Maxwell sneered, "and if she's here, I must have her and do it

in front of him; only then will I feel a little better!"

Shirley felt uneasy after hearing Maxwell's statements, and the other followers instantly began cheering.

They were all gleeful, anticipating the uproar generated by Skylar.

"How did that guy get out of your parlor, Maxwell?"

"And he doesn't seem to have any problems at all."

At this point, one of the sharp-eyed followers inquired in surprise.

"What?"

Everyone in the room followed his gaze.

They noticed Skylar and his group walking over casually.

Despite being beaten black and blue and with teeth all over the floor, the four of them were walking around and

conversing as if nothing had happened.