Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 940 Kickboxing Stella Warrior

“What are you doing! Let go of Mr. Larkin!”

Witnessing Donald subduing Jedidiah and subjecting him to rough treatment, a cluster of subordinates erupted into clamor on the sidelines. Despite their fervent shouting, not one among them dared to approach and intervene.

Everyone present possessed their fair share of intelligence. They knew they were no match for Donald. Confronting him would be akin to walking straight into the lion's den, yielding no meaningful outcome whatsoever.

Donald cast a nonchalant glance toward the underlings and remarked, “Isn't a bit of friction rather common in a bar setting? Didn't your Mr. Larkin just affirm that himself?”

The entire group of subordinates was silently letting loose a barrage of curses within their minds.

Is that what Mr. Larkin meant by friction? Look at what you're doing! You're practically grinding Mr. Larkin's face away. If this keeps up, he's going to die!

A divine-stage Penta Stella Warrior—never could Jedidiah have imagined that, once engaged, he would find himself under Donald's control.

At this moment, the Stella Warrior energy coursing through Jedidiah had been disrupted by the fall he had sustained.

It was no longer a question of resistance. Even if Donald were to stand passively and allow himself to be struck, Jedidiah would likely find it impossible to lift his fist.

of the United Hearts Society promptly

halt, and people from the society swiftly

drawing nearer, followed closely by a contingent of subordinates whose expressions appeared even more

“Sir!”

“Mr. Livingston!”

man, those in his vicinity promptly

Livingston settled onto the couch,

gaze shifted to Donald as he inquired, “You've got quite the nerve to lay a hand on my people in my territory. So, tell me, who sent

clearly the victim here, so why am I being asked to pay three hundred thousand?” Donald retorted. “I've got everything but money. That's why I said I couldn't afford to pay. And isn't that what's

Waldo was no fool.

an individual capable of effortlessly overwhelming his

here, let's cut the chatter,” Waldo declared, gesturing. Subsequently, a young man, appearing to be in his

young man removed his jacket, exposing muscles akin to steel plates

young man's hands and feet, Donald promptly inferred

more, was the revelation that this young man was, in

“Berthold Draper. Kickboxing.”