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

Chapter 64

Lucas was a mad one, especially how he drove the Parasite out of Pollerton.

When he saw Donald, he was taken aback for a moment. So this is Lord Campbell? The very person that managed to turn the odds in his favor and defeat the Crusader? Isn't he a bit too young? He looks about the same age as my son.

He looked toward Charles suspiciously. Did the old geezer find someone on the streets to pass off as Lord Campbell?

“Are you Lord Campbell?” Lucas asked, not a single hint of politeness in his tone.

Immediately, Charles' expression darkened. “How dare you! He is Lord Campbell.”

Lucas heaved a deep breath and replied, “I don't mind yielding to you. However, you need to show me your capability.

Otherwise, I will never believe that you're Lord Campbell.”

Donald laughed. “How should I do that?” “Defeat me!” Lucas answered.

“Give him a Barrett.” Donald pointed at the corner of the room, which stored several rifles.

Both Charles and Lucas were stunned, for a Barrett was a heavy sniper rifle with a shooting range of one thousand and five hundred meters, loaded with armor-piercing ammunition. It could destroy radar stations, trucks, and even fighter jets.

“How about you?” Charles felt chills running down his spine.

“I don't need anything,” Donald replied. “Enough! Let's start.”

Lucas felt goosebumps all over his skin as he held the Barrett in his hands. Is he crazy?

“Come on and shoot me!” Donald said.

Charles was looking at him dazedly. It had been some years since he came to Pollerton, but it was the first time seeing someone battling a Barrett empty-handed.

“Go on...” Although Charles felt terrified, he did not dare go against Donald's orders. However, he felt a sense of anticipation in his heart as Tristan was always filled with praise for Donald. However, he had never seen how powerful the latter was.

Upon hearing that, Lucas knelt on the floor and set up the rifle, aiming right at Donald's chest. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Lucas' entire body shook under the strong recoil. The green powder exploded from the muzzle, following the echo of the gun firing.

Staring at the bullet, Donald stretched out his right arm and grabbed it. Then, he pinched it hard and crushed it with his thumb.

He flipped his thumb over to show that he did not sustain any injuries.

The distorted bullet fell from his hands to the floor with a clang.

While Charles widened his eyes, Lucas froze in shock. Is he even human? How could he catch a Barrett's bullet with his hands? What on earth?

“What the heck!” Lucas shouted, goosebumps forming all over his body.

Donald replied indifferently, “Is this enough proof for you?”

“Of course.” Lucas immediately snapped to his senses and knelt on the ground.

“Greetings to you, Lord Campbell! I am deeply impressed and am willing to admit defeat!”

“You can get up.” Donald sat on the couch and looked at him. “Judging by your boxing technique just now, are you practicing Octagon Punch?”

Lucas widened his eyes in shock. “How did you know that?”

After all, the Octagon Punch was long lost in history, and the person who taught him had passed away years ago.

“I once had a chance to meet with its descendant.” Donald seemed to be lost in memory. “Let's not talk about this. What are you planning to do with the return of the Parasite?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Lucas replied, “I'll finish them off!”

Finish them off? If it were that easy, Chiliad Avion wouldn't have handed this mission over to me.

“It's not going to be so simple,” Donald explained. “Your mission right now is to keep an eye on the east of Pollerton. There are a few ports there, so report to Charlie if you find anyone suspicious.”