Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 939 A Little Friction Is Commonplace

“Buddy, a little friction and tension within a bar is commonplace. Don't you think resorting to physical violence like this seems a bit excessive?” Jedidiah began.

Observing the sorry state of his subordinates sprawled on the ground, he deduced that Donald must also possess martial skills.

Jedidiah, cognizant of not wanting to antagonize such individuals, proposed to Donald, “How about this? If you provide me with three hundred thousand, we can regard today's incident as resolved.”

“Three hundred thousand?” Emmett retorted defiantly. “I'll give you three hundred thousand, but I'm going to cripple that brat's hand no matter what!”

Emmett wasn't lacking in financial resources.

He and his companions had been subjected to Donald's physical prowess. What they were forfeiting wasn't money, but their dignity. Hence, when Jedidiah proposed that Donald resolve the situation with a payment of three hundred thousand, Emmett was the first to voice his dissent.

Jedidiah turned his gaze toward Emmett and remarked, “Mr. Speight, it's important to approach matters with reason, don't you think? I'm not fully informed about the details yet, but our establishment is equipped with surveillance cameras. If you genuinely believe you've been wronged, why don't we access the surveillance footage and examine it closely?”

Emmett was no fool. Upon comprehending Jedidiah's implied caution, he clenched his teeth and responded, “Very well, three hundred thousand it is. You got lucky today, kid. If we were anywhere else, I'd ensure you didn't make it to see another day!”

Emmett had already agreed to this settlement arrangement as a gesture of respect toward the United Hearts Society.

nonchalance, “I don't have money, but I do have a life. There's no need to delay any further; let's settle the score right

Donald swiftly flicked his right wrist,

caught the glass shard

moment, Emmett's life

Emmett's legs gave way, causing him to

a small matter, isn't it?

a beckoning finger. “Quit lingering and chattering. If you're up

for so long, Jedidiah had never encountered an

swing toward Donald's

Jedidiah rush over like this, Donald couldn't help

a divine-stage Penta Stella Warrior, yet he doesn't even

to Jedidiah, who conducted

far from pristine to begin with. Who could ascertain how many reprehensible acts Jedidiah had perpetrated while functioning as

Jedidiah propelled through the air, the baton poised to descend upon Donald's head,

swift display of a sidekick, Donald launched Jedidiah, suspended mid-air,