Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 188

Soon, a loud noise that sounded like something tearing the air apart resonated in the room. Besides, cries of pain could also be heard.

The toothpicks went right through the men’s heads and stuck onto the marble wall, sending a cloud of dust everywhere.

In an instant, the men dropped to the ground lifelessly one after another. They had stopped breathing, and blood was oozing out of their foreheads.

Despite the small hole, their brains were entirely wrecked.

Both Mark and Hector were startled by the scene before them, and so was Ysabel when she took a peek.

What is this? How did he manage to kill a dozen of men with toothpicks? Only God would have such capability!

“You… You..” Mark, who was still holding his right arm, was spooked. He then pressed a button on the walkie-talkie and demanded, “Send everyone here now!”

Hector, on the other hand, surveyed Donald carefully for the first time.

“I’m eager to meet the person who can make me stay here today.” Donald spoke in a calm voice and patted Ysabel’s shoulder.

later, she exclaimed excitedly, “You’re amazing, Donald!

does that

at

turned surly as if Ysabel had

Mark’s heart dissipated. He announced, “You’re on my turf today, and I’m Blade Alliance’s leader. I have hundreds of men here with me. I dare

of the men took out the rifles they had

guns at

also retrieved a double-barrel shotgun and aimed it

out if your toothpicks can fly faster than my bullets!” Mark’s expression turned thunderous. Meanwhile, his right arm

to kill you too!”

Tyson, who was in an electric wheelchair and covered in bandages, appeared in front

War God,

pointed his gun at Tyson. “Why is Mount Sea Sect here? You’re on Blade

Tyson shifted his eyes toward Donald. His

Mark had no clue about Donald and Tyson’s relationship, he wasn’t afraid of Mount Sea Sect and Tyson.

suit walked forward. He was in his forties, and he had a great physique,

Zayne Yates!

the youngsters considered Mark a powerful leader, Zayne was the true boss