The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine

Chapter 246: Just a Dog

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gremlin wasn’t one to be trifled with. One of the main reasons Finn Taylor’s grandma—Frida Cameron—had been able to helm Peregrine Hall without much obstruction after Brian Taylor’s death was due to Gremlin’s help.

He was vicious and fiercely loyal to Frida Cameron.

‘What is he trying to do now by saving Quince Larson?’

“Don’t you think it’s dishonoring for Master Peregrine to go against a mere dog?” Gremlin sneered.

“Oh, is it not dishonoring for Gremlin from Peregrine Hall to save a dog then?”

“If you want to hit a dog, you should get to know its owner first. There’s no way you’re going to kill this dog today with me here.”

In Finn Taylor and Gremlin’s conversation, Quince Larson was no more than a mere dog.

Quince Larson was naturally fuming.?‘I’m the eldest grandson of the Larson family and a renowned figure in San Francisco! How dare you people address me in this way?’?

Yet, he dared not express the rage in his heart.?‘Gremlin is the only one who can save me now. Being a dog is better than being dead.’?

Gremlin threw a kick at Finn Taylor’s abdomen. While the latter dodged, his speed was no match for Gremlin.

In the end, Finn Taylor fell onto the ground.

“B*stard! You killed Frida Cameron. Let’s see if you’ll survive today!” With that, Gremlin landed a few more vicious kicks on Finn Taylor.

But right then, the former felt a needle stabbing into his foot. All he felt was numbness—so much so that he nearly collapsed.

An elder walked in with no hurry at all. “Gremlin, don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to be attacking your junior?”

The one who just entered was none other than Finn Taylor’s master, an envoy of Peregrine Hall—Maximus Brugel.

Gremlin felt terribly disappointed to see the latter, and he sighed.

This meant that he wouldn’t be able to kill Finn Taylor today. There was no way he’d be able to do anything to the other with Maximus Brugel here.

Nobody within Peregrine Hall had ever heard of Maximus Brugel killing anyone, yet there were rumors of him having legendary skills.

Of course, given the personalities of those from Peregrine Hall, many had tried to test Maximus Brugel. The result was what had just happened to Gremlin—they didn’t even have the opportunity to get anywhere close to Maximus Brugel before they were stabbed by a needle and became immobilized.

It would be terribly simple for Maximus Brugel to kill them if he wanted to do so. Naturally, nobody would listen to him if he didn’t have any abilities of his own.

“Maximus Brugel, this has nothing to do with you. I’m getting revenge for Frida Cameron. Are you going to cut in?”

Maximus Brugel laughed. “Gremlin, this naturally has something to do with me. You’re trying to kill my disciple. In that case, shall I find a few men to play with you?”

Maximus Brugel coughed, and a man walked in with a knife in his hand.

“Sprite!”

The one who had arrived was Sprite of Peregrine Hall. His skills were on par with Gremlin, and neither was better than the other.

“Good; I’ll leave. Will that do? But I’ll leave with this dog.” Gremlin pointed at Quince Larson.

It wasn’t because Quince Larson was important to him. It was simply because he had come to save the other in the first place.

If Quince Larson were to die, it would be downright humiliating for him!

“Alright. Finn, you should kick him too since he kicked you earlier.”

Finn Taylor’s lips curled up, and his leg flew toward Gremlin’s abdomen.

Although Gremlin remained rooted to the spot, the kick left him groaning in pain. He was raging, yet he had no other choice but to leave with Quince Larson.

“How long have you not gone for training? Your skills are deteriorating.” Maximus Brugel glanced at Finn Taylor with coldness in his eyes.

Something was evidently wrong—Finn Taylor hadn’t even managed to move the other from his spot.

“Master, I’ve never stopped training. It’s just that…”

“What?” Maximus Brugel’s gaze only grew colder. He hated others finding excuses for themselves.

“Some time ago, a strange man appeared in San Francisco and hurt Hunter Sullivan. I went to meet that man and fought with him, getting injured in the process.”

Maximus Brugel walked up to his disciple, reached out, and tried to take his pulse. His face then fell. “You’re lucky that he didn’t injure your internal organs. You’ll recover fully in less than a week with some medication.”

Finn Taylor thanked his master. “I have a question for you, Master.”

“You don’t have to ask me about it. I don’t have the answer either.” Maximus Brugel knew what his disciple was going to ask—whether Brian Taylor was still alive.

He didn’t have the answer either. At that time, he had seen Brian Taylor severely injured—to the point that few would be able to survive. Yet, it was also true that nobody had ever seen Brian Taylor’s corpse.

Besides, he had never shown up in recent years. As such, nobody had any answers to Finn Taylor’s questions either.

“Master, do you really have no clue at all?”

“No.” Maximus Brugel stood up and walked out.

The only reason he was here was due to him realizing that Gremlin had come to San Francisco. He was worried about Finn Taylor.

Since he had already taken care of the matter, there was no reason to stay for any longer.

…

Gremlin left with Quince Larson.

“Do you know who he is?” Gremlin asked a strange question all of a sudden.

“Who? Finn Taylor? He’s just the useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family—a piece of trash.”

“Piece of trash? Hehe!”

“Oh right, he’s quite good at fighting.”

“Fighting? Is that all? It seems like you know nothing about him.”

“He’s the eldest son of Chicago’s Taylor family and Master Peregrine of Peregrine Hall. He can get anything he wants at the snap of his fingers, yet you call him a piece of trash who’s just good at fighting?”

Gremlin’s words made Quince Larson’s heart thump crazily, and he nearly collapsed out of shock.?‘F*ck! Is he serious? The eldest son of the most prominent family in the country—the Taylor family? Master Peregrine of Peregrine Hall? How could Finn Taylor have such a prestigious background?’

“Are you afraid of him?”

“I-I…” If he had been posed this question in the past, the answer would be a firm ‘no.’ Yet, it was impossible for him not to feel fearful now that he had learned the truth.

This was the eldest son of Chicago’s Taylor family—Master Peregrine of Peregrine Hall—they were talking about.

“You useless fool, what’s there to fear? He’s just the matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family—a piece of trash. Remember the terms of me saving you today. You have to remain loyal to one person up until the day you die.. Your owner is Donovan Taylor.”