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

Chapter 1130 Just Lie Down Here

Donald encountered a recurring issue - these fools often failed to comprehend his warnings. They foolishly believed themselves to be powerful, acting as if they were the best in the world.

"So, have you made up your mind, kid? Are you going to take a beating from me, or will you hand over the woman behind you?" Enver taunted, reaching out to grab Donald's shoulder with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Enver wanted to assert his power and make Donald back down in the face of adversity. However, Donald's expression remained unchanged, his face as calm as ever.

An average person might have felt their shoulder being crushed at this point, but Donald didn't even consider Enver's grip strong enough to give him a decent massage.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it's impolite to casually make physical contact with others?" Donald firmly grasped Enver's wrist, gradually increasing his grip.

Initially, Enver thought Donald was overestimating his own abilities, but his expression quickly changed.

Enver's wrist felt as if it was trapped in an iron clamp, and to make matters worse, this clamp was tightening with each passing moment!

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Enver, who had intended to resist, finally couldn't bear the pain and cried out loudly.

In an attempt to fight back, Enver threw a punch at Donald with his left hand. However, to his surprise, Donald simply added a bit more force with his right hand, instantly nullifying the strength behind the punch.

As Donald twisted his right hand, Enver had no choice but to slowly kneel down, following the direction of Donald's twist.

Duccio, standing next to the car, raised his eyebrows upon witnessing this scene.

"Enver, what are you doing? Hurry up and deal with that monkey. Don't waste time!" Duccio's words made Enver curse under his breath in anxiety.

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At that moment, Enver experienced indescribable pain. The force from Donald's hand was simply too great. He could even hear the sound of his own wrist bone shattering.

If this continues, my right hand will surely become useless.

"I apologize, Sir. It's my fault. I'll immediately release that woman."

"Realize your mistake now? It's too late."

With a swift twist and squeeze of his right hand, Donald made Enver's wrist crack sharply, leaving it hanging limply by his side.

"Just lie down here and take it easy."

Donald swiftly kicked Enver's chest, causing it to significantly cave in. Enver fell to the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Witnessing this scene, Duccio instantly sobered up from his drunken state.

Only then did he realize that Enver wasn't joking with him; he truly couldn't defeat Donald.

Duccio quickly tossed Lina aside, opened the car door, and began searching for a gun.

Donald kicked the car's hood with force, causing the entire vehicle to move two meters backward. The door struck Duccio in the waist.

Before Duccio could regain his balance, Donald placed his left hand on the car door.

Even before Duccio could draw his gun, his right hand was brutally trapped by the car door.

"I'm under Fabio's command. You can't kill me!" Duccio, who had previously been arrogant and showing off in front of Lina, now appeared as nervous as a child in front of Donald.

Donald paid no attention to Duccio. Instead, he turned to Lina, who was standing nearby, and asked, "Are you okay?"

While Lina straightened her clothes, she swung back and landed a punch on Duccio.

This punch made Donald involuntarily furrow his brows.

Lina may appear delicate, but she certainly didn't hold back when it came to taking action.

A tooth fell out of Duccio's mouth, and he glared at Lina with resentment.

Lina pulled out a small knife from her handbag and held it against Duccio's neck, causing him to immediately back down.