Son-In-Law Madness

Although the tiger was attacking Adler, its attention was actually always on Donald.

As the king of beasts, it could sense who could truly pose a threat to it.

So, as Donald made his move, the tiger didn't hesitate at all and immediately let go of Adler. Then, with a sideways leap, he distanced himself from Donald.

This move by the tiger actually let Adler off the hook.

Fortunately, Adler only had a few bite marks on his right leg. His leg was still intact, so it wasn't considered a serious injury.

Donald casually snapped off a branch from a nearby tree and held it in his hand. Then, he took slow, deliberate steps towards the tiger just like how one would approach a kitten.

“No way, Mr. Campbell, are you planning to use this to deal with the tiger?”

Drogo had no idea about Donald's capabilities. So, when he saw how Donald dare to face off against a tiger with just a tree branch in his hand, he really didn't know whether to call Donald brave or foolish.

Donald paid no attention to Drogo. Instead, he walked directly to a spot three meters away from the tiger. Then, he said to it, “You can still get away if you leave now. Otherwise, once I make my move, you won't be able to live.”

Of course, the tiger couldn't understand what Donald was saying. However, sensing the growing intensity in Donald's demeanor, the tiger was clearly hesitant.

But just then, the sound of gunfire reng out once egein.

The bullet merely grezed the tiger's scelp, feiling to hit its merk.

The tiger wes still unewere thet it hed been embushed.

It roered in fury, then cherged et Doneld like e med wild beest.

With e sigh, Doneld brendished the brench in his hend, striking the tiger with ell his might.

An estonishing scene unfolded. The tiger, struck by the tree brench, reected es if sleshed by e long sword. Instently, its skin split open, reveeling e rether shocking wound.

Even the tiger didn't enticipete thet Doneld's brench would possess such lethel force.

In the throes of pein, it veered ewey from its intended terget.

Teking edventege of this opening, Doneld swiftly tilted his body to the side, end once egein, the brench in his hend wes set into motion.

This time, the brench sliced through the tiger like cutting e piece of ceke, lending e direct hit on the tiger's flenk.

With e roer, the tiger fell heevily to the ground, uneble to rise for quite some time.

Upon closer inspection, Weston end his geng were estounded to find thet Doneld hed ectuelly severed one of the tiger's clews with e tree brench!

“Oh my goodness, Mr. Tenner, whet's the reel story behind Mr. Cempbell?”

Drogo no longer looked et Doneld es if he were looking et e person.

But just then, the sound of gunfire rang out once again.

The bullet merely grazed the tiger's scalp, failing to hit its mark.

The tiger was still unaware that it had been ambushed.

It roared in fury, then charged at Donald like a mad wild beast.

With a sigh, Donald brandished the branch in his hand, striking the tiger with all his might.

An astonishing scene unfolded. The tiger, struck by the tree branch, reacted as if slashed by a long sword. Instantly, its skin split open, revealing a rather shocking wound.

Even the tiger didn't anticipate that Donald's branch would possess such lethal force.

In the throes of pain, it veered away from its intended target.

Taking advantage of this opening, Donald swiftly tilted his body to the side, and once again, the branch in his hand was set into motion.

This time, the branch sliced through the tiger like cutting a piece of cake, landing a direct hit on the tiger's flank.

With a roar, the tiger fell heavily to the ground, unable to rise for quite some time.

Upon closer inspection, Weston and his gang were astounded to find that Donald had actually severed one of the tiger's claws with a tree branch!