Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 44 The Wrath of Zachary 2

“Kill him quickly! Kill him! Kill him!” screamed Susan in fear.

However, the prison guards were even more scared than her.

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They had witnessed Zachary fly into a frenzy before. That time, at least twenty inmates had been ripped apart by him.

He was the epitome of terror!

Now that history had repeat itself, the prison guards were scared out of their wits that they ignored Susan.

Seeing how Zachary was almost within striking distance, all the color drained from Susan’s face, knowing that he would definitely rip her apart. She was so scared that she lost control of herself and peed her pants.

A deep sense of regret engulfed her. If she knew that Zachary could smash the iron gates apart, she would never have dared to provoke him.

Her dignified and noble image had vanished. At this moment, she was no different from an ordinary woman in the face of death.

In fact, she was even more pathetic.

Just then, a middle–aged man suddenly appeared on that level. When Zachary was about to grab Susan, the man whipped out a remote control, aimed it at Zachary, and pressed a button.

Crack!

around Zachary. Like bolts of lightning,

“Argh!”

still bloodshot. He

barely inches away from

few inches felt like a few kilometers for him as

watched Susan take the opportunity to escape, despair filled his bloodshot eyes.

this Doomsday Prison up! Not only will I do that, but I will also cut your head off and give it to my son as an offering!”

that the entire Doomsday

the prison’s inmates started shivering

were bigshots themselves, they were nothing

currents electrocuted Zachary for half an hour. Only then did he collapse onto the floor in exhaustion.

the electric shock. Although his body

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Susan who stood not far away, two streams

blood mingled with his messy beard, making him look exceptionally menacing.

him! Kill

to her senses, Susan yelled at the middle–aged man, “He’s a demon! He’ll escape the Doomsday Prison one day. Don’t

the middle–aged man,coldly as

can a woman like you dare to dictate the