The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 646

Otis' smile wasn't that bright anymore. This brat has some pretty good luck.

Kevin panicked. “This brat is like an unkillable roach, Otis! We can't let him live. If we don't kill him tonight, he'll definitely give us trouble in the future!”

Raven, who was sitting at the side and holding a wine glass, spoke casually when he saw Kevin acting anxiously. “What are you worried about, Kevin? Otis said Donald gets to live if the gun fired a blank, but he didn't say he'll let him walk away just like that.”

Upon hearing that, Donald turned to Otis. “So you're going against your word?”

“No, not at all.” Otis beamed at Donald. “You get to keep your life, but you have to leave all your limbs behind.”

The moment he finished speaking, he gestured for Percival Valentine, who was waiting at the side, to attack.

Percival unsheathed his sword and stared expressionlessly at Donald. “Remember my face. If you live, take revenge on me if you have the chance in the future.”

Clearly, it wasn't the first time he said something like that. Maybe he thought saying that before he cut someone down made him look cool.

Unbeknownst to him, Donald thought it was immature and lame.

Percival swung his sword in Donald's direction, but no blood was spilled because the latter used two fingers to hold the blade in place.

Silence filled the air.

Raven and Otis couldn't understand what they were looking at. Meanwhile, Percival was so terrified that all the hair on his body stood up, and he thought his heart was about to stop beating. This man's definitely an expert!

When Percival attempted to pull his sword away and flee, he realized in horror that he couldn't remove the blade from Donald's clamp-like fingers.

“What's the matter? You're going to run away after trying to cut me down?” Donald taunted.

Then he pointed at Raven and Kevin. “Pick up the gun. Each of you will get a shot. If it's a blank, you get to keep your life. If not, then it's game over for you.”

He was a lot more merciful compared to Otis.

Statistically speaking, there was a fifty percent chance that the first shot would be a blank. That percentage would only go down as more shots were fired.

However, not everyone had the courage to shoot at themselves like Donald, especially when they weren't sure if the first shot had a bullet.

Otis' heart raced as he held the revolver.

He still wanted to negotiate with Donald. “There's no need for you to take such drastic measures, Mr. Campbell. We're all peers, aren't we? It's fine if you kill me, but my backer is—”