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

Chapter 919 Gravity Field

“Police?”

The first thing that came to Grady's mind when he saw Donald step forward was that Donald must be a police officer.

But he quickly dismissed this thought, as the police wouldn't be so ruthless in his actions.

Right off the bat, he broke a wrist. This move was even more ruthless than those who were in the underworld.

“Ash, do your subordinates normally do this kind of thing?” Donald demanded.

When Ashton saw Donald bleeding, he knew things had taken a serious turn.

Upon hearing Donald's question, he quickly responded, “Mr. Campbell, all the guys under my command have been through thick and thin with me for many years. They would never do something like this.”

“All right, then. Have your people step back a bit, so I don't accidentally harm them later.”

Upon hearing this, Ashton immediately led his people to run as far away as possible. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

If it weren't for Donald refraining from outright telling them to leave, Ashton would have preferred to leave Pollerton right away.

Seeing Donald still able to direct Ashton, Grady seemed to understand something. He snorted coldly and said, “So you're the help that this kid, Ashton, has brought in. But you're underestimating Razor Gang by choosing to oppose us.”

“Ranon, it's your turn!”

At Grady's command, a man wielding a machete immediately stepped forward from behind him.

Donald glanced at Ranon, assessing his aura. He concluded that he was a Septet Stella Warrior.

Donald found it quite surprising that even a menial Razor Gang could afford to invite a Septet Stella Warrior to join them.

Clearly, this wasn't the first time that Ranon had helped Grady with such matters.

Before Grady could give further instructions, he swung the machete in his hand toward Donald.

As soon as Ranon unleashed his Stella Warrior force field, Donald found his body becoming heavy.

Is this gravity field?

Donald hadn't expected that Ranon's Stella Warrior force field would actually be related to the gravity field. He reached down with his right hand, and instantly, a stone rod appeared in Donald's hand.

Ranon's swordsmanship wasn't exactly exquisite. It couldn't even be considered good.

His techniques might have been honed in street fights, so while they appear swift, accurate, and ruthless, they actually had quite a few flaws.

How could he have possibly reached the level of a Septet Stella Warrior with this kind of swordsmanship?

Just as Donald was lost in confusion, he suddenly felt the stone rod in his hand sink heavily downward.

In that moment of hesitation, Donald revealed his weakness.

Seizing the opportunity, Ranon swiftly moved forward, aiming to deliver a fatal strike to the throat.

However, Donald was able to adjust his center of gravity almost instantly, swiping his stone rod to the side, directly deflecting the machete in Ranon's hand.

Before Ranon could steady himself, Donald kicked out.

After being kicked by Donald, Ranon staggered back three steps. Looking at Donald in front of him, he didn't dare to step forward again.

Donald's power level was far superior to his own, and his fighting skills were also significantly better.

If he rushed in recklessly again, Ranon knew they might suffer a great loss.

Donald weighed the stone rod in his hand, a smile spreading across his face as he said to Ranon, “I didn't expect your Stella Warrior force field to be so powerful. Not only can it apply a gravity field to me, but it can also apply a multiplied gravity field to anything you touch.”

Upon hearing Donald's words, Ranon was stunned.

He hadn't expected that just after one encounter, Donald had already figured out the tactics of his Stella Warrior force field.

“Grady, this guy's no simpleton, let's get out of here.”

Ranon looked at the stone rod in Donald's hand, and his face turned serious.

Based on the principle of the gravity field he applied, the stone rod in Donald's hand now weighed at least thirty-two times its own weight.

But aside from an initial moment of discomfort, Donald was now wielding the stone rod with ease, as if its weight had no effect on him at all.

Such a man was too terrifying.