The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame (Donald and Jennifer) novel Chapter 969

Adler's face changed instantly when he heard the four men were from the Ghost Flag.

Before further inquiries could be made, the man whom Adler had targeted tilted his head, a trickle of fresh blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. He crumpled to the ground, experiencing a series of convulsions before swiftly succumbing, his breath fading away.

“Seriously? Still resorting to poison? What century do you think we're living in?” Adler remarked, recognizing that the man must have ingested poison. That explained his rapid demise.

Holding his shotgun, Adler returned to the car. He made a gesture to the driver, signaling him to continue driving.

As the car started up again, Weston looked out the window at the four bodies and asked, “Mr. Hackett, won't this cause any trouble? You told me before that your shotgun was only for hunting. Now that you've shot people, won't the patrolmen come knocking?”

Firearms control has consistently been highly stringent in the country.

The mere fact that Adler possessed a hunting shotgun was already indicative of a notable privilege.

His continued use of this shotgun for lethal purposes left Weston finding it difficult to believe that Adler had not entangled himself in grave consequences.

Adler let out a sigh as he replied, “The dynamics here differ from those in your city. For us hunters, the true peril often arises from fellow humans, not the wolves across the plains. This shotgun isn't primarily intended for guarding against animals; it's more about safeguarding ourselves from people. I went down to inquire and discovered that all four of them are affiliated with the Ghost Flag. Individuals of their ilk don't merit mourning. Who knows, my courageous action might even earn me recognition and a reward.”

Weston could not believe his ears. You fired shots and killed four people straight off the bat, and you still expect to be hailed as a hero and receive a reward?

However, judging by Adler's expression, it did not seem he was joking.

Owing to the exceedingly isolated location, their sole modes of transportation for a significant duration were horses or donkeys.

Weston and Drogo had already spent several days getting used to horse riding.

Consequently, even though the two of them exhibited a certain level of unease while on horseback, they could still be deemed proficient in horse riding.

As they readied themselves to witness Donald's potentially awkward first horse ride, they were taken aback by his unexpected agility. With one hand firmly grasping the horse's mane and using both feet to push off the ground, Donald smoothly and elegantly mounted the horse.

Both of them were dumbfounded by Donald's move. What's happening here? How is he so skilled at mounting a horse?