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

Chapter 40

Mark entered and shut the roller shutter from the inside. Thereafter, he stood behind the man in the suit.

He bowed slightly and said, “Mr. Waterson, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have invited you to such a place.”

Bennett gulped a mouthful of beer and burped. “It's okay.”

Tyson immediately stood up and staggered back. With a wave of his right hand, his butcher knife appeared in his grip.

“Mark, you've found a powerful backer?” Tyson was an important figure in his youth who had seen many things. He calmly reacted to the situation and did not panic.

Mark said, “There are two reasons why I came here today.”

“Do you wish to ask me who instructed me to rescue this piece of trash?” Tyson pointed at Kevin.

Kevin's face turned bright red. Then, he scolded, “Tyson, be careful with your words. Who's trash? Believe it or not, I can end you.”

Tyson looked at him in disdain. “You have a good sister. If not, you would have become mincemeat.

“Tell us. If you do, I can let you die a painless death.” Bennett ate two mouthfuls of food with much gusto.

“This is Theo Wilson, and this is Lotus King. Do you think that you stand a chance today?” Kevin threatened, relying on the might of those standing behind him.

Tyson's knife spun in his grip, and he leaped swiftly toward Mark.

The knife was so fast that an arc of light formed, and an ear-splitting sound resounded.

Lotus King stepped forward and let the knife land on the top of his skull.

Unexpectedly, a metallic sound rang out. Tyson felt his arm grow numb and his pupils contracted once more.

“Useless!” Lotus King said as he punched Tyson's ribs.

A cracking sound could be heard. Tyson soon felt an unbearable pain as he flew away and landed on a glass table. The table shattered into smithereens. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as he looked at Lotus King with shock.

“Are you Lotus King from a decade ago?” Tyson remembered a person. Ten years ago, there was an elite force, and a legendary Lotus King was rumored to be in it. Knives and bullets did not have any effects on his body.

“Yes,” Lotus King said.

“Since you know Lotus King, you should know me.” Bennett finally finished eating, and he took out a tissue to dab at his lips.

Tyson looked at him.

“Four-Faced Angel,” Bennett added.

At his words, Tyson's heart skipped a beat in terror.

Tyson's power was in Pollerton, but Four-

Faced Angel's power extended all the way to the Golden Triangle!

It was rumored that his speed was top-notch. He could even catch a bullet with his bare hands.

Such a person unexpectedly came to Pollerton!

Although Kevin could not understand what they were saying, he felt that they were awesome. He pointed at Tyson and demanded, “Trash, you're going to die, so tell us who ordered you to save me that day.”

He was not grateful at all.

Tyson chuckled coldly and remained silent.

“A butcher knife crafted from extremely rare metal. Not bad.” Bennett picked up the knife. His right hand suddenly shook and crushed the knife into ten pieces. The shards flew out and pierced Tyson's wrist, belly, and thighs. A small portion was even embedded into the walls.

Cold sweat ran down Tyson's face. His face was contorted with pain as fresh blood

gushed out instantaneously.

Wow! How powerful! There are real martial artists on this earth!

Lotus King's eyes widened. This is Mr. Waterson's capability?

Mark's quiet heart immediately jolted.

Mr. Waterson is already so powerful. How powerful is his boss?

“The North, South, East, and West Princes are nothing. How disappointing.” Bennett sighed.

“I'll give you one last chance. Are you going to tell us?” Theo walked over and stared down at Tyson coldly.

Tyson closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

“What the... Are you going to tell us or not!” Kevin rushed forward and stomped on Tyson's face.

“You're not telling us?” Kevin wished to depend on his powerful backers and did not hesitate to show his viciousness. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Still not saying anything? Then, I'll kill you today!” Kevin grew angry. He raised his foot that was in his leather shoe and fiercely stomped Tyson's chest.

“Get rid of him,” Bennett commanded.

Mark took out a small and sharp knife from his pocket. He handed it to Kevin. “Cut his jugular vein.”

Kevin froze as bloodthirst appeared on his face. He was even faintly excited. “Okay. I'll try!”

Kevin took the short knife and walked toward Tyson. His hands trembled with excitement.

It was the first time that he was going to kill someone.