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

Seeing Billy emerged with the dagger, Wilbur knew without a doubt that he had no way out.

He sneered at Donald, "It's my fate that I fall into your hands. But even if I die, there will still be people who will give you trouble."

Everyone around felt that Wilbur was talking tough, but only Donald furrowed his brows, sensing that there might be more to his words than met the eye.

Just as Donald was about to ask Wilbur what he meant, Wilbur's lips moved slightly. Then, blood began to flow from all his orifices, and in no time at all, he had lost his breath. "Sir, he has committed suicide."

Billy looked at Donald with a hint of nervousness.

This time, it was indeed Billy's oversight.

How could anyone possibly have the audacity to die in front of him just because they wanted to in the past?

If Donald didn't allow him to die, then there was no chance he could even consider death as an option.

"I'm leaving the people here in your hands. Take a good look into it and figure out what Wilbur really meant by what he said."

"Yes, Lord Campbell."

After securing control over Wilbur's sister-in-law and his subordinates, Donald made a gesture, signaling the underworld bosses who were still kneeling to come inside for a discussion.

A group of people who had been overlords all this time, were suddenly summoned by Donald. Naturally, each one of them felt nervous.

Donald looked at these underworld bosses while sitting in the project manager's office at Dragon Fide Villa, and asked, "I've only been away for a few months, and you're already mingling with people like Wilbur. You bunch are quite impressive, aren't you?"

Upon hearing Donald's words, Newton quickly explained to him, "Mr. Campbell, please don't misunderstand. We really don't know Wilbur well. We never actually did those things that he asked us to do before." "Indeed, Mr. Campbell, after you set the rules for us, who would dare to not follow them? We came over today because we are afraid that you might misunderstand."

When Donald initially eradicated the underground black market in Pollerton, he had set some rules for them.

It was acceptable to have some gray income, but anything that violated the law was absolutely not acceptable.

One should never get fooled by these men, each seemingly covered in tattoos, looking fierce and menacing.

If anyone were to cause trouble for them, they would just have their subordinates take the person aside into a nearby alley for a lesson at most. They wouldn't resort to violence and killing like the past anymore.

Donald waved his hand and said, "I don't care whether you've listened to me or not. Right now, I'm only concerned about one thing. Has there been any unusual activity in the underground black market of Pollerton recently?"

If Wilbur hadn't said those words before his death, Donald wouldn't have felt anything amiss.

But if Wilbur could speak with such confidence, it certainly indicated that there must be a powerful force backing him up.

Moreover, the way Wilbur died was quite peculiar. His method of ending his own life was a clear indication that he had undergone professional training.

Who would dare to keep poison in their mouth all day for no reason? Wasn't that just asking for trouble?

A group of big shots exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat hesitant.

Donald looked at them and said, "Speak your mind, and don't hold back. If anything untoward happen, I'll be there to back you up. What's there to fear?"

Hearing that, the group finally mustered the courage to speak. "Mr. Campbell, actually, Pollerton has been quite unsettled recently. We don't know where they came from, but a group of ruffians have showed up, calling themselves members of Enigma Club."

"They never take your rules seriously. They will do the business we refuse to do."

"What's worse is that we have no idea where their hideout is. So, we've all been run ragged recently, and quite a few of us are thinking about retiring soon."

"Indeed, Mr. Campbell, you really must deal with this matter."