Son In Law Madness
Chapter 939

Chapter 939 A Little Friction Is Commonplace

"Buddy, a little friction and tension within a bar is commonplace. Don't you think resorting to physical violence like this seems a bit excessive?" Jedidiah began.

Observing the sorry state of his subordinates sprawled on the ground, he deduced that Donald must also possess martial skills.

Jedidiah, cognizant of not wanting to antagonize such individuals, proposed to Donald, "How about this? If you provide me with three hundred thousand, we can regard today's incident as resolved." "Three hundred thousand?" Emmett retorted defiantly. "I'll give you three hundred thousand, but I'm going to cripple that brat's hand no matter what!"

Emmett wasn't lacking in financial resources.

He and his companions had been subjected to Donald's physical prowess. What they were forfeiting wasn't money, but their dignity. Hence, when Jedidiah proposed that Donald resolve the situation with a payment of three hundred thousand, Emmett was the first to voice his dissent.

Jedidiah turned his gaze toward Emmett and remarked, "Mr. Speight, it's important to approach matters with reason, don't you think? I'm not fully informed about the details yet, but our establishment is equipped with surveillance cameras. If you genuinely believe you've been wronged, why don't we access the surveillance footage and examine it closely?"

Emmett was no fool. Upon comprehending Jedidiah's implied caution, he clenched his teeth and responded, "Very well, three hundred thousand it is. You got lucky today, kid. If we were anywhere else, I'd ensure you didn't make it to see another day!"

Emmett had already agreed to this settlement arrangement as a gesture of respect toward the United Hearts Society.

However, to everyone's surprise, Donald responded with nonchalance, "I don't have money, but I do have a life. There's no need to delay any further; let's settle the score right here, right now."

Upon concluding his statement, Donald swiftly flicked his right wrist, propelling a glass shard directly toward Emmett's throat.

Jedidiah, who was positioned nearby, swiftly caught the glass shard with his hand.

Had Jedidiah not intervened at that moment, Emmett's life could have genuinely been in jeopardy.

Regaining his senses, Emmett's legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground with a resounding thud.

Jedidiah addressed Donald in a solemn tone, "Hey, buddy, it's a small matter, isn't it? Don't you think that resorting to killing is a bit excessive?"

"Three hundred thousand is no small matter to me." Donald signaled with a beckoning finger. "Quit lingering and chattering. If you're up for a fight, let's get to it."

Having overseen the bar for so long, Jedidiah had never encountered an individual as audacious as Donald.

He drew a baton from his waist, took a swift stride forward, and directed a forceful swing toward Donald's head. Given Donald's obstinacy, he needed to impart a lesson today, regardless of the circumstances. Seeing Jedidiah rush over like this, Donald couldn't help but laugh.

He's just a divine-stage Penta Stella Warrior, yet he doesn't even activate his force field in a fight?

Donald certainly wasn't inclined to be courteous to Jedidiah, who conducted himself as a thug.

After all, the establishment was far from pristine to begin with. Who could ascertain how many reprehensible acts Jedidiah had perpetrated while functioning as an enforcer within these walls?

As Jedidiah propelled through the air, the baton poised to descend upon Donald's head, a surprising turn of events unfolded.

In a swift display of a sidekick, Donald launched Jedidiah, suspended mid-air, hurtling away.

The surrounding subordinates were left dumbfounded one by one.

D*mn! What's with the speed of his kick?

What a solid counterattack!

Jedidiah had never anticipated Donald's level of prowess. The sole notion occupying his mind was that he had encountered his equal. Donald turned out to be a Stella Warrior, and judging by the swiftness of his maneuvers, his power vastly exceeded that of Jedidiah's!

Yet, at this juncture, it was already too late for Jedidiah to change his mind.

Before he could execute a landing, Donald had already seized his leg once more, flinging him about as though he were a mere puppet, subject to relentless tugging and tossing.

The outcome was a resounding crash as Jedidiah collided with the glass table, causing the entire surface to shatter into fragments.

Donald forcefully held Jedidiah's face, grinding it against the floor strewn with glass shards.

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