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

"Over the years, Sole Wolf has achieved numerous remarkable feats, yet none can quite compare to the kidnapping of Raphael. People once spoke of Raphael as an ultra-wealthy tycoon, but I didn't pay much attention to such chatter. At that time, I thought, what significance does one's wealth hold in the age of the Stella Warrior, where power reigns supreme? Possessing riches without power merely renders you akin to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. It was only after we successfully kidnapped Raphael that the sheer absurdity of my previous thoughts became undeniably clear," Aspen remarked, producing an assortment of objects from his pocket and carelessly scattering them across the floor.

A pile of objects, akin to glistening gold coins, tumbled onto the floor.

With just a single glance, Donald instantly knew what those things were.

These were, in fact, golden medallions. When someone undertook Raphael's self-rescue mission, they were awarded one of these medallions.

This emblem not only signified a certain status but, more significantly, marked them as recipients of lucrative endeavors.

"Money makes the world go round, I've come to understand that thoroughly. In order to save this so-called Raphael, people come to pick on me almost every day. I just didn't expect Raphael's charm to be so great that even you, Mr. Campbell, a businessman, is willing to go all out for him."

Everyone who boarded this ship had been thoroughly investigated by Aspen, and there was no cause for concern regarding Donald's credentials. He had, indeed, served as the vice president of Dragon Fide Corporation. Additionally, the photographs of him at work within Harper Group and details of the corporate matters he had overseen were all information obtainable for a price.

As for the reason behind Donald's formidable combat abilities, Aspen couldn't glean this information from the intelligence he had gathered.

Nevertheless, that was not unusual.

Even the most formidable Stella Warrior, unless socially impaired, typically desired to maintain a certain social identity.

Donald, holding the title of vice president at Dragon Fide Corporation, wasn't substantially involved in the day-to-day management of company affairs.

His visits to the office seemed more like casual strolls whenever he grew bored at home.

This left Aspen thoroughly baffled.

A person like Donald appeared to lead a carefree life, so what could possibly motivate him to work for Raphael?

Aspen couldn't fathom it, and so he contemplated initiating a conversation with Donald, exploring the potential for collaboration between them.

Almost as if knowing what was on Aspen's mind, Donald shifted his gaze away from those golden medallions.

Looking at Aspen, he said, "I'm not interested in money, and I don't have any of this trash either."

"Then why are you doing this for Raphael?"

"Because he is my friend."

Upon hearing Donald's words, Aspen was momentarily caught off guard. However, a moment later, it seemed as though he understood something.

He let out a sigh and replied, "Very well, I get what you mean now. Since you say Raphael is your friend, it means we can no longer work together. If we are destined to be enemies, then let's not waste any more time on useless chatter."

With a swift wave of his hand, Aspen smashed a huge hole in the steel plate adjacent to the cabin.

An iron spike, affixed to a chain, hurtled menacingly toward Donald's chest.

Donald swiftly sidestepped the attack, evading the iron spike's trajectory. The spike crashed forcefully onto the deck, boring a sizable hole.

Immediately after that, two sharp, echoing clangs reverberated, prompting Donald to instinctively retreat.

As the iron chain tightened with a resounding clank, a large section of the ship's deck was forcibly lifted.

If Donald hadn't gotten away fast enough moments earlier, he would have fallen into the gaping hole. Amidst the dust and smoke, a faint blue light began to shimmer.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, Donald discerned that the supposed "blue light" was, in fact, a breathing indicator.

A brawny figure, towering like an iron tower, materialized. This muscular man sported at least three iron chains with iron claw hands affixed to his back.

"Mr. Campbell, since you wish to save Raphael, why not try battling with this subordinate of mine first?" asked Aspen.