The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 434 - Final Victory

Chapter 434 - Final Victory

Lucas's face turned gloomy. The sex of the assassin in front of him didn't matter to him at all. What mattered was that she had been holding the Bladeless Sword!
The 23-kilogram Bladeless Sword was the weapon used by a martyr of the Falcon Regiment who had died in glory.
But the Bladeless Sword actually suddenly appeared here, and based on the reaction of the masked figure just now, Lucas reckoned that it probably mattered to her a lot.
"Hah, I didn't expect that the weapon left behind by a martyr of the esteemed Falcon Regiment would fall into the hands of a lackey like you who works for a scumbag! You're not fit to hold this sword!" Lucas's tone was cold as he kicked the sword up and held it tightly in his hand.
"Give me back the sword!" the masked figure in black yelled and leaped at Lucas.
But even wielding a weapon, she was no match for Lucas. Now that she had lost her weapon, it was all the more impossible for her to defeat him.
Lucas's gaze chilled, and he kicked her in the gut mercilessly.
The masked figure grunted and immediately flew backward more than ten meters before crashing onto the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"I don't care how you got this sword, nor do I care if you're a descendant of that martyr or not. I'll let you off today on account that you were holding this sword. But if I find out that you're continuing with these evil acts, I won't let you off!"
As the former captain of the Falcon Regiment, Lucas's aura was so daunting that it made the masked figure shudder involuntarily.
With that, Lucas picked up the sword and turned around to leave.
"No! Leave my sword behind!" The masked figure got up from the ground when she saw that Lucas was about to leave. Gritting her teeth, she exclaimed, "That's mine!"
As soon as she wiped the blood flowing under her chin with her hand, she dashed toward Lucas again.
Lucas once again lifted his foot and kicked her in the gut.
"Argh!" This time, the masked figure vomited blood while she was still in midair. Even though she had a mask on, the blood spurted out from the edge of the mask.
This time, she was kicked even farther away, and her body slammed against the front of the Maybach, forming a huge dent in the hard hood. She then rolled onto the ground.
She felt as if all her bones had been broken and her internal organs had shifted as pain radiated throughout her body.
But she once again forced herself to get up and stumbled toward Lucas. "That… that belongs to me!"
Her eyes were staring at the sword in Lucas's hand, and she was bent on getting it back.
A trace of surprise appeared in Lucas's icy cold eyes. This person is so persistent.
"Give it… back to me!" The masked figure was in so much pain that she could barely even straighten her back. But she nevertheless walked toward Lucas tenaciously and tried her best to speak.
Although Lucas was moved by her persistence, he didn't intend to change his mind. "When you've finally figured out the significance of this Bladeless Sword and become fit enough to hold it, you can come find me in Orange County."
Then Lucas simply turned around to walk toward his car.
"Wait…" The masked figure wanted to block him, but she had been kicked in the gut twice by Lucas and was severely injured. As soon as she spoke, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, causing her to lose her last trace of strength.
"Mmph!" The masked figure fell helplessly to her knees and could only watch Lucas leave in the blue Porsche with her sword.
Once Lucas got into the car, he placed the long sword diagonally inside the car, part of it resting upon the roses at the back.
"Lucas, are you alright!?" Lena immediately asked with a worried expression while scanning him from head to toe.
Lucas shook his head without saying much. He merely instructed Lena to take a photo of the mountain summit with her phone. Then he restarted the car and sped off toward the foot of the mountain.
He raised his wrist to look at the time. Due to the masked figure, he had wasted nearly two minutes on the summit.
But he reckoned that Ronan must still be on the way down.
"Sit tight!" Lucas suddenly reminded before flooring the accelerator pedal, causing the blue Porsche to speed down the mountain like a bolt of lightning.
Lucas's guess was right.
Ronan was currently driving slowly on the mountain road.
He was certain that Lucas would die on the mountain top and thought that he no longer needed to race against him, so he didn't bother driving as fast as he did up the mountain. He had turned on the car stereo and was blasting some pop music while humming along leisurely as he drove his Bugatti Veyron slowly toward the bottom of the mountain.
He had already covered two-thirds of the way back and only had another two minutes to go. Suddenly, Ronan discovered a pair of headlights shining brightly behind his car and approaching him at an extremely fast speed.
Ronan immediately perked up and was no longer as relaxed.
When he saw that the car was Lucas's blue Porsche, he was astounded! How is this possible? That punk should have already died on the mountain top! Did the expert Tristan hire fail to stop him?
Ronan was flustered, but he soon forced himself to calm down again. It's okay. Even if he's alive, he's definitely going to lose this race!
They were about to reach the finishing point, and it was almost just a straight road ahead. Ronan thought that if he drove in the middle of the road, Lucas wouldn't be able to overtake him at all!
Regardless of how superb Lucas was at driving, Ronan was confident that he would be the final winner!
"Lucas, what should we do? The car in front of us is driving in the middle of the road. There's no way we can pass it! At this rate case, we'll definitely lose!" Lena said anxiously.
If she lost this bet, she would never be able to see Lucas again. And worse still, she would have to marry the loathsome Tristan! This is horrible!