The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 1008

“Who exactly are you?” Cillian picked up the pistol from the table, vigilantly aiming it at the man.

The man shrugged and said, “Haven't you been looking for me all this time? Laila, I captured her. I wiped out Task Force 3. My name is Donald, and I'm here to deal with you lot.”

Donald spoke with an air of nonchalance as if he were discussing a trivial matter of no consequence.

Henley looked at Donald and laughed. “Do you think you can—”

Before Henley could finish his words, Donald's voice suddenly echoed from behind him. “Before we begin, let me collect a bit of interest first.”

Henley's pupils contracted, and instinctively, he wanted to turn around and throw a punch.

Just as Henley was about to take action, he suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, and then his entire body lost its strength.

Donald casually placed his hand directly on Henley's arm.

It was as if Henley had realized something. He roared at Donald, “No!”

Henley's shouts were of no use.

All that could be heard was a rustling sound.

Just as Henley had effortlessly broken the arm of the hotel staff before, his own arm was easily torn off by Donald!

Blood trickled down from Henley's shoulder as Cillian took aim and fired directly at Donald.

Who would have thought that the bullet, despite hitting Donald's head, would cause a ripple instead of exploding it.

Is it an illusion? Upon realizing that, Cillian began to search for Donald's location anew.

Almost instinctively, Cillian rolled on the ground when he sensed danger.

A sharp little knife grazed past Cillian's ear.

“Huh. Your response is quite quick, isn't it?” Donald's voice was filled with indifference.

The bullets were dazzling, trailing colorful lines, and flew directly toward Donald.

When it came to peculiar things, Donald would never use his own body to test what kind of harm they could cause.

Just as Donald sidestepped the shots, Cillian charged at Donald.

Donald's brow furrowed. Does he really want to engage in close combat with me?

Just as Donald was confused, Cillian had already rushed to the former's side.

Just as Donald was about to make his move, Cillian once again aimed his pistol at Donald. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Estimating the trajectory of a bullet at close range like that was generally difficult for most people.

A slight carelessness could potentially lead to misjudging the trajectory and end up hurting oneself.

However, it was clear that Cillian was very familiar with that kind of attack and had no choice but to proceed that way.