The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 878

It was not because the adjutant was scared, but those two shots were way off the mark.

The adjutant deemed, why use a gun when the situation could be resolved with a dagger?

After all, shooting could result in ricochets. If I used a dagger, it would not stab our people, right?

Sylar snorted and said, “You guys go. I want him alive.”

Upon Sylar's command, five members of the Wilkins Army immediately drew their daggers and rushed toward Donald.

They were all highly trained armies. To take down someone like Donald would be a piece of cake. At least, that was what they thought.

Soon, they realized they were wrong. Very wrong!

As soon as these members got close to Donald, the latter moved.

Sylar and his army only saw Donald's lightning-fast action. They could not even see how he made his moves, and the daggers in those armies' hands vanished.

Once they came to their senses, all the daggers were in Donald's hands. All the members ended up with blood marks on their necks.

Slash!

The blood marks split open, and blood gushed out from the throat like a burst water pipe.

The five members did not even have a chance to scream. They clutched their necks and fell into the pool of blood, thrashing their limbs desperately. In no time, they lost their breath.

Sylar and his army were all shocked by the scene.

Even Shelba, who had been talking loudly earlier, was rendered speechless too.

He is not an ordinary person. Is he a high-rank warrior?

Gulp!

Sylar gulped hard. He nervously looked at Donald and said, “I'm warning you. Don't mess with me. I am the second son of the Wilkins family. Are you aware of the consequences for offending us?”

Shelba's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

She clung to Donald's leg and said, “I'm sorry. It's my fault. I apologize! Please spare us! I beg you! We didn't mean to do any harm. If you're willing to forgive us, I'll do anything you ask.”

Shelba looked up at Donald. Her eyes filled with desire.

She did have a curvy and alluring figure, but Donald was not that desperate.

She was not even qualified to be his woman.

“If it wasn't me standing here today but an ordinary person, would you still be kneeling and begging for mercy like you are now?”

Shelba froze. She did not understand what did Donald mean.

If he were an ordinary person, she would not have been the one kneeling right now.

“What happened has happened. Be a better person in your next life.”