Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 980 A Kick That Makes You Cough Up Blood

“What on earth do you mean by this, Campbell! Not only did you burn our tents, but you also dare to hit us! I am going to call the police on you!”

There were quite a few in the film crew who had previously participated in the filming at the film studio.

So, they recognized Donald at first glance.

Although Donald was arrogant during his time in the film studio, he was not as reckless as today, wielding a fire stick and causing havoc everywhere.

They only knew that Donald had a good relationship with the boss of the film studio, and he must be a somewhat famous person within the industry.

Even so, he couldn't just go ahead and do something so outrageous.

Donald looked at the person who was speaking to him.

“Who are you? I don't know you.”

Hearing Donald said that, Callum felt like he was about to vomit blood in frustration.

Is the issue now whether you know me or not?

It's about you setting our tents on fire!

Seeing more and more people gathering on Mario's side, the situation was on the verge of getting out

of control.

Weston quickly stepped in front of Donald and said, “If you have something to say, just say it. Don't crowd around here. What's the point of gathering so many people? Are you looking for a fight?”

Donald pulled Weston aside and addressed the people standing in front of him, “There is no need to stop them. They wouldn't dare.”

With Donald's words, it was as if he had thrown a matchstick into a bonfire, instantly igniting the anger of Mario's film crew.

With Donald's words, it was as if he had thrown a matchstick into a bonfire, instantly igniting the anger of Mario's film crew.

“He's just too arrogant! Let's take him on together, we need to show this kid a lesson!”

Seeing a group of people about to charge at Donald with objects in their hands, Donald quickly reached out and pulled Weston behind him.

Donald never showed mercy to those who preferred to solve problems with their fists at the slightest disagreement.

He targeted the two people at the forefront, and directly kicked out at them.

Those two still hadn't realized how formidable Donald's footwork was, and were single-mindedly plotting to take advantage of the chaos to take Donald down.

Who would have known that when Donald kicked them in the stomach, they would instantly feel as if they had been struck by a sledgehammer, leaving them breathless.

Ugh.

The two who were kicked fell directly to their knees, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Their reaction scared everyone around them.

What the hell? He just got kicked and he's actually spitting out blood?

What kind of joke is this?

Mario was extremely nervous upon seeing this situation.

When the film crew was out, the director takes responsibility for the entire team.

In other words, if any safety issues arose within the film crew, the ultimate responsibility would fall on Mario's shoulders.

With Donald's words, it was as if ha had thrown a matchstick into a bonfira, instantly igniting tha angar of Mario's film craw.

“Ha's just too arrogant! Lat's taka him on togathar, wa naad to show this kid a lasson!”

Saaing a group of paopla about to charga at Donald with objacts in thair hands, Donald quickly raachad

out and pullad Waston bahind him.

Donald navar showad marcy to thosa who prafarrad to solva problams with thair fists at tha slightast disagraamant.

Ha targatad tha two paopla at tha forafront, and diractly kickad out at tham.

Thosa two still hadn't raalizad how formidabla Donald's footwork was, and wara singla-mindadly plotting to taka advantaga of tha chaos to taka Donald down.

Who would hava known that whan Donald kickad tham in tha stomach, thay would instantly faal as if thay had baan struck by a sladgahammar, laaving tham braathlass.

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Tha two who wara kickad fall diractly to thair knaas, spitting out a mouthful of frash blood.

Thair raaction scarad avaryona around tham.

What tha hall? Ha just got kickad and ha's actually spitting out blood?

What kind of joka is this?

Mario was axtramaly narvous upon saaing this situation.

Whan tha film craw was out, tha diractor takas rasponsibility for tha antira taam.

In othar words, if any safaty issuas arosa within tha film craw, tha ultimata rasponsibility would fall on Mario's shouldars.

Just now, Mario felt that his subordinates were stronger than those in Weston's film crew. So even if they were to get physical, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

Who would have known that he overlooked Donald.

This guy is really ruthless.

With just one kick, two were taken out. If something really happened, then there would be no point in making this movie.

There isn't even a proper hospital especially in such a remote and impoverished area.

Even a minor injury could potentially become a fatal wound if left untreated.

“Alright, everyone calm down!”

Mario stepped forward, shouting out loud, immediately silencing all the people under his command.

Unlike the novice director Weston, Mario's control over his crew members was unquestionable.

After all, everyone knew that Mario was the most famous director in the industry. Working with him was the way to a promising future.

On the other hand, if someone were singled out and fired by Mario from the film crew, then their

professional career would essentially be over.

“First, take them both to the medica team to see if there are any issues with their injuries.”

Although they were reluctant, his subordinates had no choice but to follow his orders once Mario had spoken.

“Mr. Tanner, I think we need to have a serious talk.”