Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 17 A Lonely and Wild Ghost

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!”

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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.

"How dared you f*cking hit me?" After seeing the Frank Ye in front of him clearly, Joey roared madly,

"Frank Ye, you will be f*cking dead. You f*cking dared to hit me."

"Your mouth is stinky."

Frank snorted again and lifted his feet as he kicked Joey.

"Young Master, my good Young Master." Paul rushed forward to pull Frank, "Why are you so

impulsive?"

"What? Can’t I even beat anyone surnamed Powell?" Frank smiled coldly with his eyes revealing bone-

deep hatred.

He would never forget how he had been humiliated and driven out of the Ye Family eight years ago. If it

weren't for Master Ye, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to leave the country and would have

lost his life.

Paul was so anxious that he jumped to his feet and pushed Frank out, "Go, go, go, go. The Old Master

is gone anyway. Young Master, you should never come back again."

"It’s my home. Why can't I come back?" Frank laughed lightly and reassured Paul, "Don't worry. Old

man, it's different now. Frank Ye has grown up."

"I... Hey… " Paul let out a long sigh and was in tears.

Frank patted Paul on the back, "Paul, just be standby and watch how I make a big fuss, okay?"

"You, you… "Paul sighed heavily and wiped away his tears as he said, "My master is not here. I will

find a place for you to stay first. You should be more careful by yourself."

Frank smiled. As reminiscence flashed in his eyes, he whispered, "I was so stupid back then."

Paul sighed again at the words and led the way.

Within a few steps, a young man dressed in mourning clothes, who was somewhat similar to Frank, led

seven or eight people to stop the two of them from going. And Joey, who still had slap marks on his

face, stood beside the young man and stared at Frank with hatred.

"Second Young Master," Paul whispered.

Frank narrowed his eyes. And in his heart, he mused, “Sidney Ye.”

Sidney swept his eyes at Frank and stared at Paul as he said in a deep voice, "Paul, do you forget

about the rules of the house? Since when is it okay for outsiders to just barge in here?"

"Second Young Master!" Paul was anxious, "Young Master is your senior brother rather than a

stranger."

"Senior brother?" Sidney had a frosty face, "I don't remember having any senior brother. And Ye Family

doesn't have anyone named Frank Ye!"

"You… " Paul was shaking with anger.

"Calm down. Don't get angry because of a beast." Frank hurriedly comforted Paul and helped soothe

his breathing.

Sidney stared at Frank with his stern eyes, "You are not welcome in the Ye Family. Get out."

Joey arrogantly said, "That's right. Who the hell are you? How come you can come to the Ye Family?"

Frank shrank his pupils and looked coldly at Joey, "A dog which even dares to bark at its master should

be beaten!"

As soon as his words fell, Joey retreated sharply and hid directly behind the crowd with fear on his

face, looking like a clown.

When Sidney saw Joey act like this, his face turned black.

"It looks like the dog next to you isn't good." Frank sneered, "By the way, this is the Ye Family anyway.

It's not Powell Family's turn to be in charge yet."

Sidney seemed to have been provoked and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Frank raised his eyebrows and asked disdainfully, "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Sidney slowly spoke, "How about you? You're a lonely… soul… and a wild

ghost with no ancestors and no bloodline!"

Paul’s face suddenly changed dramatically, "Sidney, you've gone too far!"