The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 745

Francisco didn't expect Donald's arm to be so durable. He raised his foot and was about to kick Donald's abdomen, but Donald gently slapped Francisco's leg with his left hand without warning.

Crack!

Francisco's leg, which was as muscular and thick as a reinforcing bar, was dislocated.

Diego and his subordinates were flabbergasted. What's going on?

Usually, Francisco could boot a hole in the wall with a kick, yet his leg was dislocated after being lightly tapped by Donald.

Francisco backed up a few steps while holding his leg. Then, using both hands, he twisted and relocated his dislocated leg.

However, this time, Francisco no longer dared to underestimate Donald. Is he also a martial artist?

“Brat, who exactly are you?”

After exchanging blows earlier, Francisco realized he wasn't Donald's match in close combat.

Although he had underestimated his opponent's capabilities earlier, he hadn't held back at all.

Yet, not only did Donald effortlessly halt his attack but also nearly broke one of his legs.

“My identity is unimportant. What matters is that you've messed with the wrong person.” Donald turned to Diego. “I suppose Pietro is also one of your men, right? Minnie invited us here to enjoy the hot springs because of your instigation, too, isn't it?”

“So what if I orchestrated the whole thing?” Diego took out twenty thousand in cash from his bag and placed the money on the table. Gritting his teeth, he said to Francisco, “Francisco, as long as you can eliminate this brat, you can take this twenty thousand right away.”

Twenty thousand for killing one man? Even Donald felt pity for Francisco, as a Penta Stella Warrior like the latter had stooped to that level.

With the incentive of money, Francisco crackled his knuckles again and unleashed his Stella Warrior force field.

Francisco threw a punch at Donald's face. If that punch hit its target, there was no way Donald could remain standing.

However, to everyone's surprise, Donald also swung his fist at Francisco's. A head-on collision? Is this brat tired of living?

Donald had merely used a third of his strength when throwing that punch, but when their fists collided, Francisco's expression changed drastically.

Donald's punch struck with an unstoppable force like a meteorite, crushing Francisco's right arm and crippling him in the blink of an eye.

Everyone heard Francisco let out an agonized scream. Immediately afterward, his right arm became dislocated and mangled, causing the bones in his arm to fly out.

Francisco had been chasing Donald around the room moments ago, but now, Donald had defeated him with just a single move.

Francisco clutched his arm and knelt on the floor, colors draining from his countenance. “W-Why is this happening?”