Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 942 Beating

Berthold thought that Donald was just talking tough, so he didn't take Donald's words to heart at all. Instead, he struck at Donald with the fastest speed.

He aimed a kick at Donald, and just as he was preparing to change direction mid-air, Donald made his move.

Suddenly, Donald's figure flickered, and he astonishingly disappeared right in front of Berthold.

By the time Berthold regained his senses, Donald had suddenly appeared by his side. Such incredible speed! How did he manage to do it?

Berthold was utterly shocked, but it was too late to make any adjustments to his body movement now.

With a swift punch, Donald landed a direct hit on Berthold's face. Berthold felt as if he had been hit by a large truck. His head jerked to one side, and he was sent flying backward.

His fresh blood sprayed in the air, tracing a beautiful arc.

For Donald, that sight had a sense of artistry.

However, for Berthold, that was simply lethal.

Since he became a high-level Stella Warrior for so long, he had never been beaten so badly before.

Relying on his own intuition to prevent Donald from striking while the iron was hot, Berthold swiftly threw a punch toward where Donald was standing before he could even steady himself.

As soon as Donald attempted to block, he would immediately create distance, then react accordingly while maintaining a safe distance from Donald.

Unfortunately, despite Berthold's plans being well thought out, things didn't pan out as he hoped for.

Clap!

Donald reached out and directly grabbed Berthold's wrist.

Feeling his wrist being grabbed, Berthold's immediate reaction was that he was stuck.

Then, Berthold abruptly felt weightless.

He had yet to regain his balance fully, and now, as Donald tugged his hand, he again lost his footing, falling heavily to the ground.

Crack!

Even though Berthold was lying on the ground, his hand was still being gripped by Donald.

With just a stomp of his foot, Donald rendered Berthold's entire right hand incapable of fighting.

The sound of bones shattering made everyone around furrow their brows. Donald really doesn't pull any punches.

“What are you doing lying down? Get up and fight back.”

Donald hooked Berthold with his foot and hoisted the latter up effortlessly like a rag doll.

At that point, Berthold simply didn't have the ability to fight back.

Donald's hand was like a magnet, firmly controlling Berthold and leading Berthold to follow his center of gravity.

Unable to maintain his balance, Berthold found both his hands and feet successively incapacitated by Donald.

By the time Donald let go, Berthold fell to the ground on his knees with his head lowered, evidently dead.

A divine stage Octo Stella Warrior was toyed to death by Donald. That was simply terrifying!

Waldo never imagined that even Berthold couldn't handle Donald.

He gritted his teeth and said, “Brat, you—”

Before Waldo could finish his sentence, Donald had already arrived in front of him.

Donald landed a punch directly on Waldo's chest. A large hole burst open on Waldo's back as if he was a fruit that had just been smashed.

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Upon seeing Donald daring to kill their leader, Waldo's die-hard followers drew their weapons and charged at Donald.

However, most people were running away. Quit joking. If even Berthold couldn't deal with him, all of us would only get killed by rushing forward now. We're just small fries!

For Donald, whether they wanted to kill him for revenge or to escape, the outcome was the same.

Since he had said that he would make United Hearts Society disappear without a trace from Feston, he had to fulfill his words.

Fifteen minutes later, after Donald had finished dealing with the surveillance cameras, he turned to Amelia, who was still in a daze, and said, “What are you still standing there for? Let's go. We're done here.”