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

Chapter 1117 I Can Defeat You

"Really? Don't you even care about the safety of your parents?" Brock's face darkened as he spoke, as if he was about to harm Amelia's parents.

At that moment, Donald, who was standing nearby, interjected, "We thought you were just making a casual statement, but we didn't expect you to shoot this kind of video. Since my girlfriend doesn't want to participate, you can't force her, can you?"

Seeing that even Donald had the courage to speak up, Brock narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Kid, I've been sparing you out of respect. Don't tell me you think I'm afraid to harm you?"

Donald retorted without showing any signs of weakness, "I didn't start a fight as soon as I came in because I thought you guys were reasonable. You surely don't think I can't defeat you, do you?"

"Damn it! You're asking for trouble!" With a swift motion, Brock picked up the wine glass from the table and hurled it towards Donald.

The glass didn't hit Donald's head as expected. Instead, in the split second it was thrown, Donald reached out and caught it.

To an observer, the scene appeared as if the two individuals were in perfect harmony, working together seamlessly.

Before Brock could react, Donald flicked his wrist, and the wine glass in his hand turned into a blur, striking Brock squarely on the forehead with a resounding smack.

Blood gushed from Brock's forehead.

Clutching his head, Brock roared in anger, "Attack! All of you, attack! Break this kid's arms and legs for me!"

Following Brock's command, his subordinates immediately swarmed forward.

They had a grudge against Donald for a long time. When Brock ordered them to attack Donald, they wasted no time in rushing forward.

In their view, even if Donald was a special forces veteran, he wouldn't be able to exhibit much strength when faced with so many people.

However, what astonished everyone was that Donald stood out among the crowd, like a Stellar Warrior. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

None of the subordinates who rushed forward could withstand even a single blow from Donald.

If Donald was merely a skilled fighter, that would be one thing. But what made it worse was that he was particularly ruthless in his strikes.

Every single one of the subordinates who rushed over ended up with a broken hand or a broken leg.

One of them, even holding a dagger, had his neck snapped by Donald.

In less than a minute, the ground was littered with subordinates writhing in pain and wailing in agony.

Donald looked at Brock and said calmly, "See? Didn't I tell you that you guys are no match? Show some sense and release the hostages immediately. Don't invite your own demise."

"What are you showing off for? Do you think you're amazing just because you know a little martial arts?" Brock spoke with a tough tone, but he couldn't help but step back.

At that moment, the two foreigners who had been sitting nearby stood up.

Those two foreigners, one tall and one short, with golden hair and emerald eyes, wore expressions as if everyone owed them money.

Based on the information provided by Billy, the taller one was called Payton, a Stellar Warrior skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

The shorter one was named Lennon, and he was most skilled with a dagger.

As soon as Brock hid behind those two foreigners, his courage significantly increased.

With a smug look on his face, he turned to Donald and said, "Kid, you think you're pretty tough, don't you? Soon, you'll be begging me for mercy."

"Really? What if you end up kneeling before me, begging for mercy instead?" Donald questioned.

Brock did not respond to Donald. Instead, he made a throat-slitting gesture towards the two individuals, signaling them to kill Donald.

Without hesitation, Payton activated his Stellar Warrior force field and threw a punch towards Donald.

Donald tried to block, but he found his whole body as heavy as if it were filled with lead, making it very difficult to move.

In the blink of an eye, Payton's fist was already in front of him.

Bang!

It felt like a fist made of steel.

The punch landed on Donald, yet he didn't waver or shake. It was as though nothing had happened.