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

Chapter 915 Stir Up Trouble

“Aren't you going to go up and have some fun?”

Tony couldn't help chuckling and winking at Donald upon seeing the latter widen his eyes in surprise.

Donald cleared his throat and said, “I'm not here for fun. I'm here to look for someone.”

Tony seemed to have anticipated what Donald would say. He nodded and replied, “I figured as much. For someone like you who doesn't frequent nightclubs, you must be here for a serious matter. Are you here to look for your daughter? Or perhaps your son?”

Donald laughed heartily and said, “No, no. I'm here to find Ashton Brunner.”

Hearing Donald's reply, Tony paused in his tracks, a glimmer flashing past his eyes.

“Are you here to stir up trouble?”

Scratching his face, Donald said, “Is this place Ashton's turf? If it is, then yes, I'm here to stir up trouble.”

Suddenly, Tony burst into laughter.

“Mr. Campbell, you really have a sense of humor. No matter how much of a good-for-nothing Ashton is, he's still the third-in-command of Razor Gang. You're here to thrash the place alone, without any backup?”

“I don't need backup to deal with Ashton Brunner. I can do it alone.”

Donald finished his beverage and turned to Tony. “Do you know where Ashton is? Take me to him.”

The smile on Tony's face disappeared instantly when he noticed Donald seemed serious.

He placed down the glass he had been polishing for a while on the table and gestured to a security guard standing at the door.

The security guard's expression instantly changed when he noticed Tony's gesture. He turned and sprinted to the end of the bar's corridor.

Donald watched in silence but was unfazed.

“It seems you're more than just a bartender,” said Donald.

“You're no ordinary drinker, either,” replied Tony.

No sooner had Tony's words fallen than the music in the entire bar abruptly stopped. Following this, all the dazzling lights were switched off while the incandescent lights were turned on.

The sudden change in atmosphere left a group of young people, who were having a blast on the dance floor, completely baffled.

“What's going on here? Why did the lights go off halfway through?”

“Yeah, what's going on with you guys? Do you even know how to do business?”

Those youngsters were visibly annoyed when their fun was abruptly interrupted. However, as they saw a group of thugs dressed in black emerging from the corridor, they all fell silent one by one.

“What are you all looking at? Clear the room! Everyone get the h*ll out of here now!”

“Razor Gang has matters to deal with. All unrelated parties clear off!”

Experienced guests bolted out the front door immediately. A few greenhorns tried to argue, but after being jabbed a few times with a small knife by the thugs of Razor Gang, they realized the severity of the situation and ran out screaming.

“There's still time for you to leave if you're scared.” Tony gestured toward the main entrance with his chin and continued, “There are only a few security guards at the entrance. You should still have a chance to break out.”

Donald grabbed some snacks from the bar and started munching on them, flashing a faint smile. “Ashton should be the one to leave. You didn't just summon a bunch of nobodies to entertain me, did you?”

“Of course not. Ashton Brunner, that good-for-nothing, loves a spectacle. So, he's bound to show up. Look, there he is.”

Donald looked in the direction Tony indicated, and sure enough, there was Ashton. The latter was clad in a mink coat as he emerged from a luxurious private room with a woman in each arm. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Ashton sported a Mohawk with black Ustranasion letters etched on both sides of his head, making him look like a street punk.

“D*mn it, which ignorant fool is causing trouble in my territory? Are they tired of living?”

One of Ashton's subordinates stepped forward and whispered something into his ear.

Ashton glanced in the direction his subordinate was pointing and immediately spotted Donald sitting at the bar.

“D*mn, you're pretty bold, aren't you? How dare you come stirring trouble on my turf all by yourself?”