All Chapters of Dragon King's Hall: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“May the Gods protect us Yates’. May our legacy live long, and may our children be special. May our descendants be blessed to be the best of the best.”Clutching her dragon head cane, the Matriarch of the Yates Clan watched at her clan’s descendants contentedly.Today marked the sixtieth birthday of the Head of the Yates Clan. Power had been transferred to Old Madam Yates ever since the passing of her husband, Old Master Yates, giving her the final say in matters, regardless of their weight. Those who came to congratulate her were all distinguished figures within the Yin Perfecture.Suddenly, a loud cry sounded.“Tyler of the Yates Clan wishes the Matriarch boundless good fortunes, and longevity. Humbly, I present to you a carved jade vessel!”“Felix Wilson, the Chairman of the Glenn Group wishes the Matriarch a long-lasting life and presents you with a pair of jade sculptures!”“The General Manager from the Sea of Harvest Group wishes the Matriarch good health and eternal life

Yulia Yates’ parents were waiting for them in their study by the time she and Yakov Xayarath returned.“Mom, Dad, why did you come over?”“How did it go? You went to celebrate your grandmother’s birthday, she must be elated, right? What did she say?” Cecelia Lane asked anxiously gripping her daughter’s shoulder.Entering the doors, Richard sat on the couch and lit a cigarette reticently.Richard Yates was reluctant with coming to his daughter’s home, mainly because of Yakov. Every time the duo met, it felt like looking at someone who was in the same boat as you. As far as Richard himself was concerned, they were both losers.The more so it was, the more Richard did not want to meet Yakov. Yulia left nothing out as she narrated the happenings of the banquet to her mother.In return, she was rewarded with a Cecelia that seemed to have gone crazy. “Yulia! What were you thinking? How could you accept something like that? We won’t get one cent of the inheritance if we get thrown out

“You have two options. One, you bow and apologize to Yulia Yates and agree to the partnership with the Yates, or two, I kill you now. Take your pick.” Only after hearing so did the incredibly wary Kierra Chandler understand. Ah, so he was just someone the Yates Clan had sent over. Kierra smoothed down his rumpled suit and stood up from the ground, retrieving a piece of tissue to wipe at his forehead. “And if I say no? What then, you’ll kill me? The name, Kierra Chandler, is well-known throughout the entirety of the Yin Prefecture. What gave you the impression that you could kill me and walk off unharmed?” Kierra Chandler belonged to the Yin Prefecture’s upper society, after all, with his Group worth billions on the market. How could he be afraid of a man who happens to know a little Kungfu?Yakov Xayarath stared diffidently at him as he sat on the couch. “Indeed, you’re not worth me killing you myself. How about we switch up your options then. One, you bow and apologize t

The man Xylia was referring to was no other than Frank of the Yin Prefecture’s Chaucer Clan. Frank Chaucer always fancied Yulia Yates ever since they had met a few years ago. The Yates had even intended to marry Yulia off to Frank at the time as well. The only reason that had not happened was that a Yakov Xayarath appeared out of the blue, prompting Old Master Yates to marry his granddaughter to Yakov regardless of everyone else’s opinions. Time passed and Frank found himself a wife. However, the two ended up divorcing each other, and Frank began to yearn for Yulia again. Whether that was out of loneliness or not, nobody knew. Moreover, knowing that Yulia Yates had married a piece or garbage only fueled him to drop hints at Yulia. Going as far as to ask Xylia to play wingman. Xylia had yet to begun saying anything as a wingman before today, it was only natural she assumed the incident to be the work of Frank Chaucer helping Yulia Yates out. The more she thought about it, th

Yulia felt awkward. Yakov Xayarath was still her husband, after all, Frank had gone overboard by confessing in front of everyone. Yet Yakov sat unaffected as if nothing had happened as he believed he understood Yulia enough to know that Frank was not her type. However, it did not mean that Yakov understood women. For Yulia, at that moment, wanted nothing more than for Yakov to stand up and defend his honor. Instead, Yakov’s reaction, or lack thereof, only proved to kill whatever good impression Yulia had of him moments ago. “You haven’t even touched a sip of alcohol yet, Mr. Chaucer. What’s with the drunken ramblings?” Yulia asked in a steady tone. “I’m not drunk, Yulia. To tell you the truth, the reason why I’m meeting in such an urgent manner is that I’m sick, and I need your help.” Yulia was confounded. “My help?” She was no doctor, so what help could she possibly provide? What was he trying to say? Frank Chaucer had prepared a few tricks up his sleeve in his attempt t