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

Chapter 1147 The Burly Davide

“Captain Paulo, what should we do now?" Dante asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Not only was the stun gun ineffective against Donald, but he also managed te turn it against his opponents.

In this moment, Paulo felt a knot forming in his stamach, and the mystery surrounding Donald’s background only added to his confusion How can there be people in this world who aren't afraid of electricity?

Paulo couldn't help but express his frustration by slapping Dante on the head. "With so many of us here, how can you ask me what to do? It's obvious that we should rush him and take him down!"

"Understood!" Dante brandished his electric baton and pointed it at Donald. “Captain Paulo said to take him down!"

Even though the Havenzo family seemed to be in decline, the saying held true that the camel might be thin, but its hump remained—the family's foundation was still intact.

Therefore, anyone chosen by the Havenzo family to serve as their guard wouldn't be incompetent. In fact, each of them would undoubtedly be a formidable character.

Any of the guards there could easily take down three or four thugs barehanded without breaking a sweat Unfortunately, they didn't realize that this time they were not facing some petty thug, but rather the pinnacle of human combat prowess.

As one of the guards raised his electric baton, ready to attack, Donald swiftly stepped forward and delivered a powerful punch directly to the guard's face.

Though it appeared to be an ordinary punch, the guard soon realized that Donald's attack spelled doom for him.

His gaze and attention were seemingly ensnared by Donald's right hand.

Unable to tear his gaze away, the guard couldn't react defensively in time.

Bang!

Donald's punch landed on the guard like a wrecking ball, sending him flying with a single blow.

Seeing one of their comrades dispatched didn't seem to faze the others, as they continued te come forward, ready to engage in combat with Donald. However, the gap in strength between these guards and Donald was simply too vast.

No one could last a single round against him.

Watching his subordinates fall one by one, Paulo, who had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, now appeared somewhat intimidated.

His mouth twitched as he said to Silvia, "Madam Silvia, this man from Yorksland seems to be quite capable. For your safety, should we consider retreating for now?"

Retreat?

Silvia nearly burst into laughter at Paulo's suggestion.

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I've invested a fortune in grooming Paulo over the years to ensure he would stand by my side in crucial moments. Yet, when the time came for him to be of use, he had the audacity to ask me to retreat?

The more Silvia thought about it, the angrier she bésame. She grabbed Paulo by thecollar and exclaimed, don't carewho this man from Yorkslane is or what he's capableof I've ingested in you all these years so thatsfou can clear the way far me in sittations ike this! Either you round them all up for me todayer find yourself on my blacklist. The choice is yours!"

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Upon hearing Silvia's warning, Paulo couldn't help but shudder.

The woman was notoriously petty, and those who made it onto her blacklist were bound to face dire consequences—either death or severe injury.

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Paulo picked up his walkie-talkie and said in a low voice, “Bring Davide to me."

Upon learning that Paulo intended to bring Davide in, the expressions of the other security personnel noticeably shifted They instinctively distanced themselves from Donald, their gazes collectively shifting toward the entrance.

Cling... Clang... Cling... Clang.

The sound of iron chains scraping against the ground echoed from the doorway.

Soon, a towering bald man, standing over two meters tall and shackled in chains, came into Donald's view.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Donald narrowed his eyes.

A Novem Stella Warrior?