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

Chapter 924 Compromise

In his text message, Grady merely sent a brief call for help without explaining the situation in detail.

Hence, as Tancred was on his way, he couldn't help but wonder who was audacious enough to provoke his gang.

Once Tancred learned Donald was a high-ranking Stella Warrior, he suddenly lost confidence.

After all, high-ranking Stella Warriors were in short supply. As such, behind every high-ranking Stella Warrior was always a powerful backing.

The other party's backing could very well be no less significant than my own. With that thought in mind, Tancred lost his nerve.

He spoke to Donald in a deep voice. “What line of work are you in, buddy? Care to share your background?”

Upon hearing that, Grady, who was slumped on the ground, couldn't help but wonder what Tancred was thinking.

With a face full of sorrow and anger, he said, “Tancred, he beat me up like this and killed so many of our people. Are you really just letting this matter end like this?” What are you scared of? Kill that b*stard!

“Shut up!” After a furious rebuke, Tancred turned to Donald and continued, “You heard it too, buddy. Even if Grady offended you in his ignorance, he has already paid the price for it. After all, so many lives have been lost. How about we just let this matter go?”

It must be said that Tancred really knew how to handle people. He was a smart man.

If it were any other boss, they would definitely not back down at that moment.

After all, if one did nothing after so many of their underlings died, who would want to keep following them?

However, Tancred had his own thoughts.

What was the most important thing for those who were out here hustling at that period?

Many might say loyalty, but that wasn't the answer to Tancred.

In Tancred's opinion, it was survival. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

No matter what great endeavors one aspired to achieve in the future, one must keep on living.

If one couldn't even manage to survive, what would be the point of discussing careers or the future?

Therefore, Tancred was not the slightest bit worried that his actions might dishearten Grady.

At that moment, all he wanted was to maintain stability. He had no desire to provoke those he couldn't afford to offend.

If he had encountered someone else that day, then the matter would have truly been resolved.

Unfortunately, he encountered Donald.

Donald stood up, looked at Tancred, and asked calmly, “I just have one question for you. Have you been selling drugs?”

Upon hearing Donald asking that, Tancred immediately realized that his concession was of no use at all.

After all, the question posed by Donald was indeed a life-or-death matter.

“Yes,” answered Tancred.

Donald nodded. “Then you're doomed tonight. Mark my words.”

The moment he ended his sentence, two men rushed out from both sides of Tancred, launching a pincer attack on Donald.

Clang!

Donald lifted both his hands, and two stone shields materialized on his arms.

At the very moment the stone shield materialized, Donald successfully blocked both a steel rod and a curved saber.

“Though you're both Novem Stella Warriors, you're Resorting to surprise attacks. Do you lack self- confidence that much?” Donald wore a look of disdain.

The two who launched the surprise attack didn't expect Donald's response to be so swift.

They took a step back to create distance, readying themselves for the second attack.

Concurrently, they simultaneously unleashed their own force field.

A black and white liquid, akin to oil paint, flowed from their bodies. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire bar.

The ground, the walls, and even the ceiling were painted in black and white.

This force field is quite interesting. Donald was ready to face the challenge, but to his surprise, the two opponents seemed to melt away. They stood atop a pool of black and white liquid, gradually sinking into it until they disappeared completely.

Stealth Technique? Donald was puzzled when a curved knife suddenly stabbed at him from behind.

Without thinking, Donald instinctively blocked the attack. Simultaneously, the other person swung the steel rod toward Donald's head beneath the latter's feet.