Chapter 453


    Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 453


    Back Up Ss had been searching high and low for Donald in Pollerton. He had raised Donald’s bounty


    up to a million and had also seen his photo before. Hence, Ss’ had a deep impression of Donald. “I


    want to call Mr. Doyle now!” With that said, Henry grabbed his phone to make the call. As he fished out


    his phone, his phone started to burn unexpectedly. Meanwhile, Donald walked in and ignored him


    completely. “Catch him!” Henry roared. The next second, he dashed forward to Donald with eight of his


    lackeys, and some of them even whipped out their batons. Donald did not turn around and merely


    tapped his foot on the ground. Instantly, ayer of white wave could be seen. Its impact was huge, and


    it spread across the ce like a surge. About seven to eight men let out a scream as all of them flew


    backward and smashed against the ss door. ng! The ss door broke and shattered into shards.


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    “There’s a pool table on the ninth floor. Do you want to have a matchter, Mr. Campbell?” Charles and


    the rest were shocked upon witnessing Donald’s move. Nheless, he kept his cool and asked in an


    ingratiating manner. Donald was momentarily stunned. “Okay.” He nodded. Soon, they took the


    elevator and arrived on the ninth floor. The ce was packed with big shots and powerful people. Akio,


    the president of Pollerton Trantions, was also there. At that time, he was ying pool with Ss.


    There were three pool tables there. By the time they arrived, there was only one table left. The other


    two tables were upied by some other yers. Thump! Ss hit the ball urately and sessfully


    pocketed a ball. Seeing that, Akio pped his hands andughed. “You have great skills, Mr. Doyle!”


    Ss shot a nce at Jeffery, who was at the table beside him and said, “Mr. Lysle has better skills


    than me. He can score all the points effortlessly.” The gangster who was having a match with him did


    his best to butter Ss up. In the distance, Holton, Arnaldo, and the rest were sitting by the window


    while ying with their phones nonchntly. Ding! Hearing the elevator’s sound, Ss halted his


    movement and looked out the door. Charles walked out of the elevator while Ethan and his men


    followed closely behind. “Finally, he’s here.” A wicked smile appeared on Ss’ face. Nevertheless, he


    was startled when he saw someone following behind. It was Donald. Ss glowered at him and asked,


    “Donald, do you have a death wish bying here? What’s the matter? Are you here to plead for


    mercy?”


    Leaning on his cue stick, Ss narrowed his eyes at Donald. Instant silence filled the room as everyone


    there watched the situation unfold at the side. However, Jeffery was the only exception. He gave


    Donald a nce and was disinterested in him. Other than his good looks, I find nothing special about


    Donald. He doesn’t have a strong presence, and his aura is pretty weak to me. Unimpressed, Jeffery


    yed pool by himself. Meanwhile, Charles nced at him with the cane in his hand. “Ss, go ahead


    and spit it all out. I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to waste with you.” The bigwigs there were


    overwhelmed with shock to hear that. Could it be that someone is backing Charles up? Otherwise, how


    dare he speak so brazenly? Ss chuckled. A cold glint shed across his eyes as he gazed at Donald


    sinisterly. “I’ll get down to business first. After that, I’ll kill you.” Walking to another pool table, Charles


    said to Donald, “Do you want to have a match?” Donald walked over to the table and picked a cue stick


    randomly. Then, both of them started ying together. Ss watched everything at the side with his


    eyes narrowed and started to ponder inwardly. Could it be that both of them have someone powerful to


    back them up? Why are they so arrogant? In fact, the big shots there shared the same thought too.


    Nheless, Holton and Arnaldo exchanged a smile, seeing the gloating look in each other’s eyes.


    Poor Ss, do you even have any idea who are you facing? It was at that moment Ss abruptly let out


    augh. He asked, “Tell me, Charles. Who is backing you up? The Yund family? The Campbell n?


    Or is it the Freedman n? Who is it?”