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

Keenan was unable to flee, and Lynette didn't dare to run.

Arthur was the only one left still standing there, holding the dagger, completely at a loss.

"Drag him in and shut the door," commanded Donald.

"Understood." In response to Donald's command, Arthur promptly complied.

He had no choice but to do it. Donald transformed from a perverted rascal who only knew how to pull dirty tricks to a Stella Warrior in just a second. How can I possibly deal with him?

After pulling Keenan inside, Arthur closed the door and cautiously positioned a chair in front of it to bolster the security.

Now that everything was set, no one was leaving the room unless Donald gave permission.

Crack!

Donald broke Oisin's index finger.

Oisin emitted a high-pitched scream, his forehead drenched in beads of sweat as large as beans.

Donald settled back into his chair, but this time, the look in his eyes when he regarded the others was different.

"Which gang are you guys from?"

Donald's question made them realize that he, too, was involved with the underworld.

Oisin clenched his jaw and said to Donald, "We are from the Three Musketeers Club, and our boss is Mr. Castro. If you know what's good for you, you'll let us go right now! Otherwise, if Mr. Castro looks into this, I'm afraid you won't live to pay the price!"

"Newton Castro?" Donald looked at Oisin with disdain. "I don't think that'll happen. I just met with Newton, and he assured me that he wouldn't dare to break the rules I've set. You say you're his subordinate, so how about I get him to come here so the two of you could talk face to face?"

Donald's words frightened Oisin.

Is this brat serious? Does he really know Mr. Castro?

Seeing Donald actually pulling out his phone as if he was really going to call Newton, Oisin immediately chickened out.

They had heard about how ruthless and merciless Newton, the underworld boss, could be in his way of doing things.

It would be the end for them if Donald were to really summon Newton over.

After giving it some thought, Oisin said to Donald, "No, wait. Don't make the call. We're not from the Three Musketeers Club. We're actually from the Enigma Club." The Enigma Club?

Donald's eyes narrowed slightly.

He had been searching high and low for it, only to find it effortlessly when he least expected it.

I was thinking of causing some trouble for the Enigma Club, and now, someone from the Enigma Club has conveniently shown up at my door.

"You claim to be from the Enigma Club. What proof do you have?"

Quivering, Oisin anxiously rolled up his sleeves, revealing a complicated tattoo on his left arm.

At first glance, it resembled three venomous snakes entwined, but upon closer scrutiny, it became apparent that there were small protrusions on the heads of these so-called venomous snakes.

Looks like those from the Enigma Club are quite ambitious. Does that mean they desire becoming formidable, like snakes turning into dragons?

Under Donald's unrelenting interrogation, the cowardly Oisin swiftly divulged everything.

Unlike other gangs in Pollerton, the Enigma Club had never been one to follow the rules, nor did they pay any heed to the regulations set by Donald.

Lately, they had been actively seeking new recruits. Anyone seeking to earn money through dishonest or illicit methods was welcome to join the Enigma Club.

Upon hearing this, Donald asked with a puzzled look, "If you wanted to do something bad, you could do it anytime. Why do you insist on joining the Enigma Club?"

Oisin offered a wry smile and explained, "We figured that aligning ourselves with an organization would grant us a foothold in the underworld and elevate our status. Moreover, we didn't know each other from the start. It was Mr. Hound from the Enigma Club who introduced us."

A beautiful girl like Lynette was out of Oisin's league, considering his limited resources.

It was only after the introduction by the so-called "Mr. Hound," as mentioned by Oisin, that they assembled and deliberated on ways to earn money through illicit means.

Lynette was in charge of attracting customers, while Oisin and Keenan were responsible for intimidating them and swindling money.

They just didn't expect to encounter the ruthless Donald on the very first day they took action.