Son-In-Law Madness

In just a short distance of two meters, the two men were slashed more than a dozen times by Donald. The sight of them drenched in blood looked utterly terrifying.

Just as they finally cornered Donald and thought they had him, he counterattacked by swinging his fist at them, knocking them out instantly.

Hardy was stunned by the scene before him. Is this brat the legendary blade master? He's too skillful in using a knife.

“Tell me, who sent you?” Donald pressed the cleaver against Hardy's neck.

Hardy gritted his teeth and replied, “How dare you act so arrogantly when you're in Diego's territory. You're such an ignorant brat!”

“Diego?” Jennifer turned to Hardy. “Your boss, Diego Baxter, sent you here? But we have no grudges against one another. Why would he target us?”

Before Hardy could respond, Diego's voice sounded from the restaurant entrance.

“Ms. Jennifer Wilson from Dragon Fide Corporation, do you realize how popular you are in Pollerton? Members of the underworld have placed a bounty on your head, and those powerful and affluent scions are yearning to sleep with you. In all my years in this business, I have never seen a woman stir up Pollerton to this extent. You're the first.”

Diego waved his hand, and the twenty or so followers behind him immediately cleared out the entire restaurant.

He shifted his attention to Donald. “Brat, you're quite a skillful fighter, but I wonder who is more capable, you or him.”

Looking in the direction Diego pointed, Donald saw a burly man walk in from outside.

Not only was that man sturdily built, but the expression in his eyes was also vicious. It was apparent that he had committed murder before.

When he entered the premise, Diego pulled over a bench and confidently took a seat.

“Diego, do I get rid of both the man and the woman this time?”

Hearing the question from that brawny man, Francisco Lokanen, Diego rolled his eyes and said, “Can't you behave more gentlemanly toward a lady? Can you really bring yourself to harm such a gorgeous girl?”

Francisco cracked his knuckles and sneered. “To me, women are no different from dolls. Their beauty is the least of my concern as long as they can help me make money.”

Having been in Pollerton for so many years, Diego was not only well-connected but also wealthy.

Francisco, a Penta Stella Warrior, was Diego's trump card.

Unlike other arrogant Stella Warriors, Francisco grew up poor. Even his achievement of becoming a Stella Warrior was made possible through a series of coincidences when he got the chance to learn from a wandering, aged master.



When Diego offered Francisco a salary to help him deal with problems, Francisco agreed to stay without hesitation.