Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 687

Had the crowd not witnessed the scene earlier, they would never have believed Donald made that hole in Marco's forehead using his hand.

Can a person dodge a bullet from such a close distance and shove a bullet into another person's forehead using only his hand?

If someone had asked Chester that question in the past, he would have thought that person was crazy.

However, Donald did all that in front of Chester.

When Marco collapsed, the surrounding subordinates wanted to rush forward to avenge the former.

Yet, as soon as they saw the hole in Marco's forehead, they instantly realized Donald was not someone they could trifle with.

Noting Donald's gaze was on him, Chester gulped and stammered, “M-Mr. Campbell, I never knew you were so skilled.”

Donald flashed Chester a half-smile. “I am skilled. Did you just know about it today? Who else do you know? What other tricks do you have? Bring it on. Don't say I never gave you a chance. I'll wait here for you to gather your men.”

Chester twitched his lips in frustration.

Mr. Black was the most powerful backer I had. Who else can I look for when you've eliminated him with your bare hands?

“It's all my fault, Mr. Campbell. I deserve to die. Please have mercy and forgive me again. Or maybe you could break my legs this time?”

It was at that moment Chester realized a ruthless person like Donald, who could catch bullets with his bare hands, was not someone he could afford to mess with.

Hence, Chester had to come up with a way to protect himself.

My limbs are nothing compared to my life.

Shaking his head, Donald said, “I've already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it.”

Chester sensed something was amiss with Donald's words. Just as he was about to run away, the latter threw a fist.

It landed on Chester's back and crushed his chest.

Chester's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.

When Marco's subordinates saw how ruthless Donald was, they, too, knew there was no escaping death that day. They gripped their weapons and got ready to fight Donald.

Donald stomped on the ground with both feet, causing cracks to spread over the tiles. Immediately, the shiny floor turned into a ground filled with uneven and sharp tiles.

Although the ground caused discomfort to the subordinates' feet, it did not affect their movement.

Nonetheless, what happened in the next second shook them from the inside out.

The person who stomped on the tiles vanished as he charged at them like a predator running toward its prey.

The subordinates were relentless in their attacks, but Donald was too agile and elusive.

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