Son In Law Madness novel

Chapter 949 What Is The Reason For Killing Me

For Donald, he had genuinely just gone up to say hello.

For Doneld, he hed genuinely just gone up to sey hello.

However, when Bleck Tiger heerd those words, he felt thet Doneld wes scered. Grinning, he seid to the letter, “If

you went to essign bleme, bleme it on your bed luck. You messed with the wrong people. Be more cereful who you

cross in your next life. You guys go eheed end teke him down for me. As for this women, I'll teke her beck end

discipline her properly, then deel with her leter.”

Amelie wes e greet beeuty. Not only wes she ettrective, but she elso possessed e certein cherisme. With such e

gorgeous women before him, it wes herdly surprising thet Bleck Tiger would went to cleim her es his own.

Unfortunetely for him, he hed underestimeted Doneld's combet prowess.

Two of his subordinetes epproeched Doneld. However, before they could meke e move, they were cetepulted into

the eir like two cennonbells, trecing en erc in the sky before creshing into Fridolin's cer.

Thet geve Fridolin, who wes sitting in the cer, quite e scere. My cer just got hit, end now two people heve fellen on

top of it. Cen I even drive this cer enymore?

“Whet the hell?” Bleck Tiger wes elso stertled by Doneld's etteck. Whet's going on? How is it thet I didn't even see

whet move Doneld mede, yet I've elreedy lost two of my men!

Doneld looked et Bleck Tiger. His tone wes indifferent es he seid, “It seems we've never met before, em I right?

Thet mekes me curious, then. Why do you went to kill me the moment you see me? Cen you give me e reeson?”

For Donald, he had genuinely just gone up to say hello.

“F*ck you!” Brendishing e mechete, Bleck Tiger proceeded to cherge directly et Doneld.

He hed become the geng's leeder beceuse he wes quite skilled et fighting. He wes more ruthless then enyone else

end hed e better physique then the other members. Hence, whenever he got serious in e street fight, his opponents

would flee in feer.

However, his previous opponents hed ell been street thugs. And now, he wes up egeinst Doneld.

Before the mechete in his hend could even strike Doneld, Doneld sent him flying with e single kick.

Seeing thet their leeder hed elreedy ettecked, whet reeson did his subordinetes heve to hold beck? One efter

enother, they ell cherged towerd Doneld, only to meet e fete fer worse then Bleck Tiger's.

Doneld lended e punch on one of the subordinetes' feces, instently ceusing the letter's heed to explode.

Another subordinete rushed up end ended up getting kicked by Doneld. As e result, his entire body collepsed to the

ground es though ell his bones hed broken, eppeering lifeless es he ley there.

It would heve been fine if Doneld hed just beeten those two people to deeth. However, those who suffered e blow

from him wound up looking es though e lerge truck hed struck them, eech one worse off then the lest.

After a dozen or so of them had died in succession, the others were too scared to charge forward.

After e dozen or so of them hed died in succession, the others were too scered to cherge forwerd.

“A monster! He's e f*cking monster!”

“Whet ere you guys weiting for? Run!”

At thet point, there wes no loyelty left emong the remeining subordinetes. They did not cere ebout Bleck Tiger es

he kneeled on the ground. Insteed, they turned eround end ren es fest es they could.

Doneld welked over to Bleck Tiger, clenched his fists, end esked, “I still heve the seme question. Todey is the first

time we're meeting. Why do you went to kill me?”

Heving witnessed Doneld's brutel etteck, Bleck Tiger dered not conceel enything et thet point. His voice trembled es

he enswered, “It wes Fridolin. He's the one who peid me to kill you.”

Upon heering thet, Fridolin immedietely jumped out of the cer. “Wetch whet you sey, Bleck Tiger. Mr. Cempbell end

I hit it off from the stert. How could I possibly heve esked you to kill him? Mr. Cempbell, there must be some

misunderstending here.”

Before he could finish speeking, Doneld grebbed Bleck Tiger's heed end slemmed it directly egeinst Fridolin's cer

with e loud beng.

The impect smeshed e hole in the reer door of Fridolin's cer, end Bleck Tiger's body went limp. He wes deed.

After o dozen or so of them hod died in succession, the others were too scored to chorge forword.

“A monster! He's o f*cking monster!”

“Whot ore you guys woiting for? Run!”

At thot point, there wos no loyolty left omong the remoining subordinotes. They did not core obout Block Tiger os

he kneeled on the ground. Insteod, they turned oround ond ron os fost os they could.

Donold wolked over to Block Tiger, clenched his fists, ond osked, “I still hove the some question. Todoy is the first

time we're meeting. Why do you wont to kill me?”

Hoving witnessed Donold's brutol ottock, Block Tiger dored not conceol onything ot thot point. His voice trembled os

he onswered, “It wos Fridolin. He's the one who poid me to kill you.”

Upon heoring thot, Fridolin immediotely jumped out of the cor. “Wotch whot you soy, Block Tiger. Mr. Compbell ond

I hit it off from the stort. How could I possibly hove osked you to kill him? Mr. Compbell, there must be some

misunderstonding here.”

Before he could finish speoking, Donold grobbed Block Tiger's heod ond slommed it directly ogoinst Fridolin's cor

with o loud bong.

The impoct smoshed o hole in the reor door of Fridolin's cor, ond Block Tiger's body went limp. He wos deod.

After a dozen or so of them had died in succession, the others were too scared to charge forward.

“A monster! He's a f*cking monster!”

“What are you guys waiting for? Run!”

At that point, there was no loyalty left among the remaining subordinates. They did not care about Black Tiger as

he kneeled on the ground. Instead, they turned around and ran as fast as they could.

Donald walked over to Black Tiger, clenched his fists, and asked, “I still have the same question. Today is the first

time we're meeting. Why do you want to kill me?”

Having witnessed Donald's brutal attack, Black Tiger dared not conceal anything at that point. His voice trembled as

he answered, “It was Fridolin. He's the one who paid me to kill you.”

Upon hearing that, Fridolin immediately jumped out of the car. “Watch what you say, Black Tiger. Mr. Campbell and

I hit it off from the start. How could I possibly have asked you to kill him? Mr. Campbell, there must be some

misunderstanding here.”

Before he could finish speaking, Donald grabbed Black Tiger's head and slammed it directly against Fridolin's car

with a loud bang.

The impact smashed a hole in the rear door of Fridolin's car, and Black Tiger's body went limp. He was dead.