Classic Novel
Chapter 1024 I Like Tough Guys
Chapter 1024 I Like Tough Guys
A tough nut! Moritz is indeed a tough nut!
Hearing Moritz say this, the members of the Wilson family were all fired up.
Yeah, what are you pretending to be with that fork here?
Go ahead and kill if you dare!
I refuse to believe that you'd actually dare to take Moritz's life!
What's more important is that you only have one fork in your hand, yet you're still dragging your whole family along.
Wilson Village was home to hundreds of people with all sorts of weapons at their disposal.
They didn't believe they couldn't beat Donald, who was only wielding a fork.
Donald was truly taken aback by Moritz’s bravery. As a result, he didn't dare to directly stab the latter's temple with his fork. Instead, he ended up jabbing it into Moritz's thigh.
Pfft!
The fork pierced his flesh, yet Moritz gritted his teeth, bearing the pain without uttering a sound.
“Is this all you've got? I'm not even satisfied yet!”
Donald remained silent, pulling out his fork to jab at Moritz's other thigh.
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“If you've got the guts, stab my head! What's the big deal stabbing my thighs?”
Pfft!
“You son of a—”
Pfft!
Moritz was silenced.
Meanwhile, Donald was like an emotionless machine, his fork moving in and out, making a stabbing sound as if he was stabbing a sandbag, puncturing several bloody holes all over Moritz's body.
At first, Moritz was quite defiant, but even the toughest person couldn't withstand being continuously stabbed with a fork like that.
“S-Stop... I was wrong. I know I was wrong...”
When Moritz said these words, he was falling apart inside.
He initially thought that by showing a bit of his manly courage, the Wilson family members around him would be influenced and rush to his aid.
Who would have known that these descendants of the Wilson family were all cowards? They just stood by and watched him bleed without a single one of them stepping up to help.
Donald pressed the fork against Moritz's neck, speaking in a nonchalant tone. “Indeed, I won't kill you. Not because I don't dare to, but because I find it pointless to kill you just like that. I'll ask one last time. You continue with your prayers while we eat our food. Any issues with that?”
After finishing his words, Donald scanned the crowd.
The Wilson family members, who were just now brimming with arrogance, one by one, lowered their heads, not daring to meet Donald's gaze.
They concluded that Donald was a psychopath.
Why would they bother to argue with a lunatic? That was the equivalent of making their own lives miserable.
Friedrich originally intended to tacitly allow the excessive actions of the Wilson family's younger generation and to teach Donald and his group a lesson.
Who would have thought that not only did Donald not learn his lesson, but instead, it was Moritz who was nearly stabbed to death?
Friedrich coughed lightly and said, “No problem, no problem. It's just that our dining habits are a bit different, and my younger brother is indeed a bit impulsive in his actions. Let's all talk nicely. Can you let him go first?”
Friedrich felt that by taking the initiative to admit his mistake, he had already shown great respect to Donald.
Who would expect Donald wouldn't be satisfied by that?
He looked toward Montgomery, who sat comfortably in the main seat, and asked, “Mr. Montgomery, do you think there's an issue with us starting to eat first?”
One by one, the Wilson family members drew in a sharp breath.
D*mn, this brat is ruthless.
He's destroying others' minds instead of killing them!
Friedrich also looked at Montgomery with a tense expression, not knowing what to say.
Friedrich knew his old man's temperament better than anyone else.
Don't be fooled by his current nonchalant demeanor, acting as if he doesn't care about anything. His eyes have grown dim with age.
But in reality, Dad is quite decisive and ruthless.
Otherwise, why has no one dared to betray Wilson Village after it has grown and developed to this extent over the years?
That's simply because of Dad's presence, who is as powerful as a living deity himself. Even if you were the powerful warrior who had reincarnated, you'd still be utterly subdued by him.
Montgomery lifted his gaze to glance at Donald. “What did you just say?”
Just a single question, yet it was filled with a sense of oppression.
The Wilson family members felt as if all the air around them had been sucked away.