The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 490

“Was my guess right?” Melanie thought that she had made the right guess when Donald did not respond to her, and the mockery in her expression turned more intense.

Donald only looked at her with dull eyes before muttering, “I just don't want my grandpa to be sad. Why else would his death have anything to do with me?”

“You're absurd!” Melanie fumed. As she jabbed a finger at Donald, she bellowed, “Get out of here right now!”

The middle-aged men around them also grimaced. “Boy, are you here to cause a scene?”

However, Donald scanned his surroundings before walking straight toward Solomon's room.

“Stop! If you take another step further, we're not going to show you any mercy!” Melanie ordered.

They were at the Sanchez residence, and there were plenty of mighty fighters hiding around. In fact, there were some retired Novem Stella Warriors among them.

Barely any locals dared to come to the Sanchez residence to pick a fight.

Still, Donald continued his way to the room. In the blink of an eye, he was at the doorway, about to enter.

Melanie's scowl deepened, and she took a step to the side, seemingly opening up a path for someone.

Indeed, a man in traditional garbs and a long umbrella in his hands appeared.

There were no expressions on his face, but he had a sharp gaze. After fixing his eyes on Donald, he charged toward Donald's back with the umbrella in his hands.

In the other direction, an elderly man in a long green robe and a cane in his hands appeared. He did not have much hair, his mustache was white, and his eyes seemed cloudy, but his presence was a commanding one. Like the umbrella-wielding man, he was swift, and he was aiming his cane at Donald's head.

Those two were retired Novem Stella Warriors, and they were close to becoming Decem Stella Warriors.

The elderly man, especially, was a prominent figure from the same period as Noah's father, Randy. Seventy years ago at the first discovery of Quadfield, he had become the man in charge of the place, and he had made achievements.

“Yadriel Qualls. Waylon Diaz,” Donald softly said after recognizing them.

All Donald did was to lift his hand slightly to intercept the fist. With a casual swing to the side, he sent Waylon flying.

Melanie was astounded as her eyes widened.

Yadriel was a Novem Stella Warrior from seventy years ago, and Waylon was a mighty fighter from Mount Konlange.

However, the attacks from those two elite fighters had just been easily deflected by the young man. In other words, that young man was a formidable opponent.

By then, everyone was looking at Donald as if he could decimate them all in seconds.

“Who are you?” one of the middle-aged men cried out.

“Donald Campbell.” Donald then inclined his head respectfully at Waylon and Yadriel. “Apologies for my rude actions.”

Yadriel then asked, “May I know how powerful you are, young man?”