Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 2187: Black Gold Membership Card

Julius Reed once again confirmed through Aron Jackson’s people in Gonzalez City that there has indeed been no news of Pranay Martinez lately.

It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

And Hill Leocadia, after being heavily injured, even if he took miraculous medicine, would probably take about a week to recover.

As for Trent Marsh, his fate was still uncertain.

Gonzalez City welcomed an unprecedented peace.

With a dragon dance troupe in Gonzalez City, Julius Reed decided to follow the directions on the map and see what exactly this Gills Alliance was about.

If he was quick, he could make the round trip in just a day, without wasting much time.

On the plane, everyone put on headphones, transferred to a jet midway, and finally arrived at Boulevard at sunset.

In just a few months, Boulevard had changed tremendously.

A very large airport had been specially built here.

The plane landed, and not far away stood towering buildings.

Gills Alliance.

The martial artists here were many, even surprising Julius Reed.

It seemed like the entire martial arts community knew about the Gills Alliance, except for him.

"Let’s go have a look." Julius Reed carefully observed, recognizing many familiar faces inside.

Julius Reed had a good memory, meeting many people just once was enough to remember them.

It seemed the Gills Alliance was far more mysterious than imagined.

To construct such a large building in such a short time, one not only needed strong financial power but also a long-standing plan.

Without prior planning, it would be impossible to find so many people or to carry out such extensive publicity.

"Just follow along." Terry Moore, like a seasoned patron, led the way at the front.

In a few minutes, the group arrived in front of the Gills Alliance’s entrance.

The entrance was crowded with people.

"Hello, please take a number." A very pretty young girl pressed a button on a number dispenser and handed a number to Terry Moore.

"We have to queue?" Hawthorne, chewing betel nut, shoved his hands in his pockets, and spoke up in surprise, "Is it really this popular or are there too few people here?"

"Honored guest, we have more than five hundred people, but there are simply too many guests, you see..." the young girl pointed apologetically to the people in front and those coming from behind.

"So many people! My God!" Hawthorne pushed his sunglasses, so shocked that his betel nut fell out of his mouth.

Scary!

Male hormones are always underestimated.

"Seven hundred and ninety-three people waiting!" He was even more speechless when he saw the number clearly.

Seven hundred and ninety-two people ahead.

And the number was already over three thousand.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible! Now I’m truly interested to see if this is just hunger marketing or if there’s something to it." Hawthorne took out a new betel nut and continued chewing.

"Just wait here?" Julius Reed hadn’t anticipated such a situation either.

"Sir, there’s a lounge over there, completely free, with performances. You can go there; it can accommodate five thousand people, with tea, snacks, and a brochure introducing all the people." The young girl smiled and pointed to the five-story building next to the Gills Alliance.

"Let’s go." Julius Reed also had no choice; since they were already here, such a scene was hard not to intrigue.

"No need." Terry Moore shook his head, very confidently taking out a card from his coat and handing it to the young girl.

"A card? What is it, you have a card too?" Hawthorne leaned in and tapped it.

’Gills Alliance Black Gold Membership Card, exclusive for veteran couriers. No. 007 — Mr. Jack Moore.’

"Honored guest, I deeply apologize for the neglect." The young girl quickly kneeled on the ground, holding the card with both hands: "Please follow me."

"Terry Moore, what’s going on!" Julius Reed grabbed his collar and asked.

All these people were lining up, so how did Terry Moore get a card?

And a black gold card, no less!

No waiting in line!

"Ahem... well, I’m a quality human male, you know." Terry Moore resolved the awkwardness, pulling Julius Reed and the others in: "Let’s get in first, I’ll explain inside!"

"Hey! Why? We’re all queuing, why does he get to go in?"

"Exactly! It’s totally unfair! I came to have fun, not just for happiness, but also fairness!"

"Give us an explanation! Explain it to us!"

The martial artists saw Terry Moore getting in immediately after arriving, those in line for hours couldn’t help but vent their anger.

"Play or scram."

A voice came from upstairs.

"The black gold membership card enjoys privileges of skipping the line, if you have a black gold membership card, you can come in too! If not, continue waiting!"

As soon as this was said, the outside instantly quieted down.

"This boss lady is truly domineering, is this really okay? The store’s big enough to bully customers." Hawthorne spoke in amazement.

Since coming here, every moment had left him shocked.

What kind of existence was this, so different from the rest?

"Let me ask, how does one obtain a black gold membership card?" Julius Reed asked at the front desk.

"One must make a significant contribution to the Gills Alliance." The receptionist explained patiently.

"Let’s hurry." Terry Moore urged from the side.

"No rush." Julius Reed ignored him; the fact that Terry Moore could get a black gold card was already fishy.

"For instance, what kind of significant contribution? How did Mr. Jack Moore here get a black gold card?" Julius Reed asked at the front desk.

This matter needed to be clarified.

"Come on." Terry Moore began to sweat.

"Mr. Jack Moore made significant contributions, like providing many names when naming the people in the Gills Alliance. Moreover, for each person’s name, matching the name’s demeanor, Mr. Jack Moore chose very appropriately, thus becoming our seventh black gold member."

The receptionist had just finished speaking and immediately called out, "Julius Reed."

Julius Reed was taken aback!

Exposed?

If he was exposed, there would be trouble.

So many martial artists were here.

Many of the martial artists outside were also stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere was extremely strange.

"Coming."

At this moment, a man with a hunched back came over, smiled, and said, "Everyone, please follow me."

"Is he... Julius Reed?" Julius Reed asked in shock.

Not to mention too ugly, but hunched, and also Mr. Guilt!

"Yes, this name was suggested by Mr. Jack Moore, we all find it very fitting." The receptionist smiled and explained, then said solemnly, "Julius Reed, these are friends of our black gold member, make sure to take care of them."

"Understood!" ’Julius Reed’ nodded and bowed, leading the way.

"Terry Moore, we really are good brothers." Julius Reed put his arm around Terry Moore, chuckling: "You really came through!"

"Well... my lord, let me explain, that day I had too much to drink... too much..." Terry Moore was about to wet his pants.

"No problem, then today I’ll drink too much once as well." Julius Reed gave Terry Moore a deep look.