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

Jackdaw had a strong grip, so naturally, this slap packed quite a punch. With one slap, Wilbur was hit so hard he was left dazed and confused, his mind buzzing as he was disorientated. Before he could even react, Taurus' fist which was as big as a clay pot, came smashing down again with tremendous force and fierce momentum.

Wilbur thought they came to help him, but it turned out they came to beat him up.

Valerie who was watching anxiously from the side, forcefully nudged Nolan and Hugh.

"What are you two still doing standing here? Hurry up and help him out."

Nolan and Hugh exchanged glances for neither dared to step forward.

These are famous and respected underworld bosses who are attacking Wilbur. Isn't it suicide for us to step in and help now?

First, someone beat Wilbur, then immediately took out their phone and left Wilbur's WhatsApp group.

These underworld bosses were practically making a clear statement just to show Donald that they had no ties with Wilbur.

As arrogant as Jackdaw, he also obediently knelt before Donald after thoroughly beating Wilbur.

He bowed his head and said, "Mr. Campbell, we truly had no idea that Wilbur would dare to provoke you. This matter has nothing to do with us. You can deal with him however you see fit." With Jackdaw kneeling, the others followed suit and knelt down as well.

Valerie and Nolan watched with their hearts in their throats.

What on earth is Donald's mission that it could make so many underworld bosses kneel and talk to him directly?

Donald paid no attention to Jackdaw. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Wilbur.

At this moment, Wilbur's face was as swollen as a p*g's head.

As smart as he was, he surely knew he had bitten off more than he could chew this time.

F*ck, I am really screwed this time!

"Is this the person you think can help you?"

Donald sighed, shaking his head as he said, "I had hoped you would surprise me, but it seems you've only disappointed me."

Wilbur spat out two teeth, glaring at Donald with a resentful look.

"Don't... don't get too cocky... Mr. Castro hasn't arrived yet. Once he's here... your fate is sealed..."

At this point, Wilbur could only place all his hopes on Newton.

Although the likes of Jackdaw had quite a reputation in the underworld, they still fall significantly short compared to Newton.

As long as Newton back him up, there was still a chance for a comeback!

"Newton Castro?" Donald pondered carefully. "I don't think I've heard of him. Has anyone else heard of this name?"

Donald looked at Jackdaw with a questioning gaze.

The group of underworld bosses kneeling on the ground were suddenly dumbfounded.

D*mn, you two just chat, but why do you have to drag us into it?

What should we do now, should we say we've heard of him or not?

Jackdaw held absolute reverence for Donald.

It was precisely this reverence that made them afraid to speak the truth. They only dared to say what Donald wanted to hear. So, they were all guessing.

Is he genuinely asking us, or if he's simply using this rhetorical question to express his disdain for Newton.

These underworld bosses were all uncultured brutes.

Thus, the question Donald threw at them was just too difficult.

After careful thought, Jackdaw gritted his teeth and said, "If Mr. Campbell hasn't heard of him, then naturally, we haven't either."

"Exactly. I've been around Pollerton for so many years, and I've never heard of this Newton."

"Surely he is a minor character, Mr. Campbell. You don't need to worry about it."

Jackdaw's response immediately enlightened the other underworld bosses behind him.

Newton was very strong, and that was a fact.

But compared to Donald, what did that amount to?

If Mr. Campbell wanted him to live, then he would live.

If he wanted him dead, he would die.

So whether they had heard of Newton or not wasn't important. What was crucial was that they must always stand together with Donald on the same boat!