Chapter 572 Small Fries
After dinner, Donald and Jennifer came to the underground parking hand in hand. Right when they reached their car, Donald’s expression turned solemn.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” asked Jennifer in confusion when she saw him stop in his tracks. “Wait for me in the car first. No matter what happens, do not get out.”
Next, Donald tossed the car key to Jennifer and headed toward the parking exit. He could sense the aura of an expert. The latter clearly wanted to make his presence known as he made no effort to hide his aura at all.
At around thirty meters away from his car, Donald spotted the person releasing the aura. He was a young man in tight-fitting leather armor, with arrogance and pride written all over his face.
When Hamish saw Donald walking by, he furrowed his brows slightly because he couldn’t feel any aura from the latter. Is he just a passerby?
“Mr. Hamish, that’s him—Donald Campbell,” Svein whispered from his hiding spot at the side. Behind him were four subordinates of Tyrone. After the Campbell family heard that there was a Dragonia Badge in Pollerton, they immediately sent Hamish over to retrieve it.
Tyrone lied to Hamish that Jennifer had the Dragonia Badge and claimed that he needed Hamish’s help because there was a powerful expert protecting her in secret.
Hamish was a proud man. Having made a name for himself at a young age, he believed no one could surpass his talents. For typical experts, his current prowess was out of reach.
Thus, the first thing Hamish did upon arriving at the underground parking was to release his powerful aura and lure that elite fighter out for a duel. To his surprise, Donald appeared instead. “Is he the good-for-nothing that was kicked out of the Campbell family?”
Svein bobbed his head and explained, “He was the one who resumed the Dragon Fide Project in Pollerton. Mr. Campbell is incensed about it. Mr. Hamish, since we came here for Jennifer, why don’t we take this chance to get rid of him?”
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