Son-In-Law Madness

The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Bradley Made His Move Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

The yellow-haired man, Bruno, cast a sidelong glance at Donald and Bradley.

Only at this moment did he feel that he had been liberated.

We were suppressed by Charles and Zayne before and dared not show our faces. Even if we did, we did it discreetly and didn’t dare to go out of line. Now Mr. Lynch’s identity has changed. He’s now under the Freedman clan and is the spokesperson of a prominent family that is five hundred years old, so we can do whatever we want!

“Since there are fifty of us here today, it’s one hundred thousand each, so that makes it five million in total. Once you’ve handed over the full amount of travel expenses, I’ll let you all go.” Bruno played with the bayonet in his hand and filed his nails, acting cocky.

It can’t be helped. At present, a single utterance of being under Mr. Lynch gives us extreme confidence. With a single remark from Mr. Lynch that he’s mingling with Timothy of the Freedman clan, we wouldn’t be afraid even of Nigel. Be it Zayne, Tyson, or Lucas. To hell with all of them!

His attitude even surprised Donald.

We are now living in a law-abiding society. How can he be so arrogant?

“I’ve made my decision. Give me two hundred thousand each, and I’ll let you all go,” Donald uttered flatly.

Aren’t you all good at extortion? Fine. I’ll let you have a taste of your own medicine.

Jerome, Bruno, and the others were stunned upon hearing his words.

The audacity of him. There are more than fifty of us, and all of them are good at fighting!

“Huh? Did I hear that right? Two hundred thousand per person, and you’ll let us all go?” Felicia froze before staring at Donald as if he was an idiot. “I think you should check your brain, Donald. Are you not aware of the reason Jennifer divorced you?”

However, Donald merely shook his head. “It’s two hundred thousand per person for them. But for your family of four, it’s one million per person.”

Jerome could not take it any longer. His face was terrifyingly cold as he waved his hand. “Cripple them first before throwing them into the sea to feed the fishes!”

“Get them!” Bruno and the others also could not stand it any longer. With an impatient wave, the fifty people charged toward Donald.

Despite moving extremely quickly, they also retreated just as swiftly because Bradley made a move.

The latter was not only a top hacker but also a skilled fighter and good at tracking. How else was he able to maintain his position?

All they saw was his right hand reaching to his waist and pulling out his belt. He jerked his arm, and it turned into a long thin sword. With a gentle flick, five or six arms fell to the ground.

He then kicked continuously, and all fifty people were sent flying, falling to the ground on their backs.

“Argh! My hand!”

“I feel like I’m dying. My hand!”

“Guys, the situation’s not looking good. He’s difficult to deal with!”

Seeing that, Jerome took out a black pistol and aimed it at Donald.

However, before he could shoot, he felt a chill in his right hand.

He looked down, and his pupils dilated in shock as the pistol made of steel was instantly cut in half.

By then, Bradley had already charged toward him and kicked him in the gut, sending him flying.

Bradley then appeared in front of Georgia and Felicia and slapped them before approaching Kenneth and aiming the long sword at his crotch.

Beads of cold sweat instantly formed on Kenneth’s forehead.

Donald cleared his throat as he approached Jerome and Georgia. “Is that all you got?”

No one dared to make a sound due to fear.

They initially thought that he was an easy target but did not expect Bradley to be so skilled in fighting.

There are more than fifty people, but none of them is any match for Bradley! Besides, it does seem obvious that he’s Donald’s lackey.

Bruno got up discreetly and prepared to flee.

However, as soon as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his leg.

He looked down and noticed that a bayonet had pierced his leg, and blood was oozing out of the wound.