Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 174

Chapter 174
With rough estimation, there were at least more than a hundred private armed forces and organizations which originally belonged to different governments.
That situation persisted until Donald conquered Quadfield.
With the mention of Quadfield, a name would pop up in everyone’s mind-Lord Campbell.
*Your surname is Campbell. You are… Lord Campbell!” The color completely drained from Sixten’s face. He shook like a leaf, causing him to almost lose his footing as he felt a chill rising from his foot to his head.
This is why he dares to attack me! No wonder he has the guts to claim that killing Tyrone is not a big deal!
In Pollerton, Donald might not be able to fight against the Campbell clan, but outside the city, the Campbell clan was definitely no match for Donald.
Besides, Donald was a person with tremendous potential to the country.
Six years ago, it was rumored that he almost joined The Eleventh Array.
“That’s right.” Donald held the grandfather clock in his hand and looked at Sixten coldly. “I’ve warned you that this clock will be your coffin.”
Sixten’s knees buckled. “Please forgive me, Lord Campbell!”

Donald walked to him without any expression on his face. “I can’t do that.”
Just as Sixten was about to say something else, he was enveloped in a dark shadow.
The shadow of the enormous clock had completely fallen on him, enshrouding him in pitch-black darkness.
“I admit that I’m wrong, Lord Campbell. Please spare my life!” Trapped inside the clock, Sixten begged for his life continuously.
Donald’s voice permeated through the grandfather clock and reached Sixten’s ears. “If you can stay alive after taking nine blows, I’ll let you off the hook.”
Sixten froze after hearing Donald’s words, but he soon understood what the latter
meant.
A deep chime of the clock rang loudly, deafening Sixten’s ears.
“Argh!” He let out a bloodcurdling scream as he covered his ears. His eardrums had perforated.
Blood oozed out through his fingers and stained his shirt.
As he was in the middle of the grandfather clock, the sound waves swept past his body and formed ripples on his flesh.
“Lord Campbell!” he roared before letting but a sob.
Standing in front of the clock, Donald ignored him and sent another blow on the grandfather clock to create another loud chime of the clock.
The clock chimed away in the middle of the night, awaking many people who were sound asleep.
“Who is the madman ringing a bell at this hour?”
“Who the hell is it?”
“What are they doing?”
People from the floors below raised their heads to look at the thirty-third floor, wondering what was going on there.
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