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

Chapter 927 No One Can Save You

“All right. Let's call it a day.”

With a flick of his right wrist, the stone sword in Donald's hand began to vibrate at an incredibly fast speed.

Everyone suddenly felt as if a high-frequency sound wave was buzzing beside their ears.

Tancred and the others instinctively covered their ears. However, those high-frequency vibrations completely disregarded their attempts to cover up their ears and caused significant damage to their eardrums.

D*mn it! Could it be that this Donald doesn't actually use a sword but is a high-level Stella Warrior who uses special abilities? Just as Tancred was uncertain about what type of a high-level Stella Warrior Donald was, he noticed that the surrounding walls and the bar's ceramic tiles resonated with those high-frequency vibrations.

The walls and tiles all developed cracks, resembling the web of a spider.

Then, Tancred watched wide-eyed as those tiles and fragments of the wall floated in the air all around them, forming a sight that gave one goosebumps.

White Ghost also realized that Donald might be showing his true capabilities, so he immediately submerged himself in the white liquid and disappeared.

Donald said with a smile, “You might be able to hide, but can your boss do the same?”

After finishing his words, Donald swung the stone sword in his hand toward Tancred.

The fragments suspended in mid-air flew toward Tancred at an extremely fast speed.

Tancred was not a high-level Stella Warrior, so how could he possibly withstand such an attack?

He closed his eyes, awaiting death. The only thought left in his mind was of his inevitable and imminent death.

The agonized screams of his subordinates rang out beside him.

Tancred turned his head and found himself standing perfectly fine and unscathed.

However, all the subordinates around him had already met their untimely deaths.

Tancred shuddered, realizing that Donald didn't want him to die too easily.

He gritted his teeth, looked at Donald, and said, “There's no deep-seated hatred between us, and you've already killed so many of my men. How about we call it even?”

Donald sneered, “The people I killed weren't biologically related to you. They were merely your lackeys. How can you suggest we call it even just like that? I've said it before; you're done for tonight. No one can save you.”

Donald, holding his stone sword, steadily approached Tancred step by step.

The black and white liquids beneath Donald's feet kept shifting, but White Ghost and Black Ghost were trapped within the liquid, unable to break free as the ground was now filled with scattered pebbles.

And those fragments of stone kept vibrating, causing ripples to form continuously on the surface of the black and white liquid.

Just now, Donald noticed that when the black and white liquid covered the bar, its surface was incredibly smooth, so smooth it was mirror-like.

At that time, Donald wondered why the liquid had to be so smooth if it was only used to conceal oneself within the Stella Warrior's force field.

After all, during the fight, Donald's foot would also step on the black and white liquid. However, he found that the ripples he created would only exist for a very short time before they disappeared.

That implied that White Ghost and Black Ghost were doing their utmost to maintain the smoothness of the liquid surface.

In other words, the smoothness of the liquid surface undoubtedly had some sort of impact.

At that moment, Donald controlled the surface of the liquid with hundreds of rapidly vibrating stones, and as he expected, he successfully trapped the two individuals within the liquid.

Without the two of them to deal with Donald, Tancred was nothing but a lamb to the slaughter in front of Donald.

“I promise you; I won't sell drugs anymore in the future.”

Finally, Tancred put aside his pride as the leader of the gang, ready to beg Donald for mercy. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, Donald rested the stone sword on Tancred's neck, speaking lightly. “Why would I need you to make that promise to me?”

Whoosh!

Blood spurted out from Tancred's neck.

The previously renowned figure in Pollerton, Tancred, was now kneeling on the ground, clutching his throat and staring wide-eyed.