The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 877

“No questions, do it! If you don't do what I said, then I will!”

Shelba commanded a lot of respect in Archivaldo's mind.

So, even though Archivaldo was unwilling, he still raised his hand and slapped himself repeatedly in the face.

“We've done what you wanted, so please don't hurt my husband!”

Donald looked at Shelba and said, “I'm not hurting him. It was just a pastime. However, your son slapped himself too lightly, and I can't feel your sincerity.”

“Wait!” Shelba shouted.

Seeing Donald was about to hurt her husband again, Shelba did not hesitate to turn around and gave Archivaldo a hard slap.

Archivaldo was stunned by the slap. He did not understand why his mother would treat him this way.

Archivaldo burst into tears.

Shelba grabbed his shoulder and said, “Don't cry! Shut your mouth! Remember that feeling. Now, slap yourself. Do it now!”

Archivaldo was so frightened that he could not utter a word. He kept slapping himself instinctively.

Meanwhile, Terrelle, who Donald had underfoot, gave a resentful shout.

However, he was no match for Donald at all.

“That's enough, don't you think?”

“Yeah, that's right. No matter what they did, you're taking it too far.”

“You better let them go, or we'll call the police.”

The crowd could not bear to watch any longer.

They voiced their support for Shelba and her family, one after another.

Just then, a dozen cars pulled up at the hospital entrance.

More than sixty fully armed men jumped out of the cars and took control of the entire compound. Those were the Wilkins Army.

“Syl!” Shelba called out.

He thought that after getting a shot, Donald would surely back down.

To everyone's surprise, the bullet did not hit Donald but struck one of the Wilkins Army who aimed at him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What was that? Did the bullet turn? Otherwise, how would it hit someone else?

“F*ck, I don't believe this.”

Sylar shot again.

Another one of the Wilkins Army fell to the ground.

All the other Wilkins Army members were panicking.

If the first shot was a ricochet, what was the second shot?

As Sylar prepared to take a third shot, his adjutant quickly stopped him and said, “Captain, maybe we should forget about shooting and just deal with him using daggers.”