The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 825

Upon arriving at the living room, the group realized that the main doors of the safe house had already been shut. The entire building had been sealed off.

A man was standing in the center, lifting one of the guards of the safe house as if the latter was a rag doll.

Draken immediately recognized the guard as a divine-stage Octo Stella Warrior.

The guard was held in the air in a humiliating fashion. He was incapable of defending himself at all.

“Donald?” As a Stella Warrior of the Campbell family, Zane immediately recognized Donald. “What are you doing here?”

Zane was shocked, for as far as he could remember, Donald was nothing but a useless bum.

How dare he stir up trouble in this safe house?

What was even more unbelievable was that the guards at the Youngblood family's safe house were simply powerless against Donald.

Donald threw Zane a glance and broke into a smirk. “Oh, if it isn't my distant cousin, Zane Campbell? What's the matter now? Are you hiding in this safe house because you've done something despicable again? That said, I have my doubts about your choice. The Youngblood family's safe house isn't safe at all. You should know that, right?”

“Nonsense!” Zane stared daggers at Donald. “Have I not smacked you enough in the past? Fine. Looks like I'll have to teach you a proper lesson today!”

Donald's and Zane's eyes were bloodshot.

Zane was skilled with the sword, but he didn't see the need to even use a weapon against someone as weak as Donald.

He raised his hand and swung it at him.

Just as he attempted to humiliate Donald, he was caught by surprise when his opponent took a step back to avoid the slap.

Before he could regain his senses, Donald delivered a kick to his stomach, causing him to crash onto the ground.

The faces of the other nine Stella Warriors clouded over.

The fact that Donald had dared to barge in and admit his identity only meant one thing—he didn't see them as a threat. In other words, they were no different than dead men to him.

After all, revealing secrets to dead men wouldn't bring Donald any harm.

Marcel unsheathed the dagger at his waist as he said grimly, “Regardless of who he is, I'm sure there's no reason to fear him since there are so many of us. Even then, don't take our numerical advantage for granted. We must kill him by attacking together!”

The nine divine-stage Stella Warriors pulled out their weapons as they eyed Donald like predators.

Donald paid all of them no heed. He fixed his gaze on Draken. “Are you coming at me or not?”

Draken shrugged in response. “From the looks of it, I might not have to. Let's see if you survive this first.”