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

Chapter 923 Writing A Letter Of Repentance

Reattaching a severed finger was possible. However, it depended on two crucial factors. First, the finger itself must be present; second, the time elapsed since the severance must be short.

Yet, Ashton literally kicked Grady's finger away, which caused him to wonder if he'd be disabled from then on.

The letter of repentance sounded even more outrageous to him.

After all, he was a respectable second-in-command, yet he was demanded to write a letter of repentance.

Grady roared, “Screw you! Do you think I'll just write because you tell me to? If you've got the guts, shoot me!”

“Fire the gun?” Ashton lifted her foot and directly kicked Grady's face.

As a result, Grady spat out fresh blood while his nose bone was shattered.

However, Ashton showed no signs of stopping. He continued to kick Grady, one blow following another.

It must be said that Ashton was indeed an expert in fighting.

He aimed his kicks at parts of the body where they wouldn't cause serious harm, yet would still inflict considerable pain.

After only a short while of being kicked, Grady, while coughing up blood, repeatedly waved his hands at Ashton. He pleaded, “Stop kicking me! Stop it! I'll write the letter! Whatever you want me to write, I'll do it!”

Ashton rubbed his nose and spat at Grady, saying, “Wouldn't it have been better if you cooperated like this from the start? You're such a pain.”

Grady wanted to write a letter of apology, but Ashton had no intention of giving him a pen and paper.

He instructed Grady to use his own severed finger as a pen, writing directly on the porcelain tiles of the bar.

The ceramic tiles were originally designed for easy cleaning, so they naturally resist most stains.

If Grady wished to pen his letter of repentance on that, he couldn't allow his wounds to heal. Instead, he must remain in a state of constant bleeding.

Donald hadn't expected Ashton to have that trick up his sleeve. It seems the saying 'a wicked person will suffer at the hands of his ilk' holds true.

Just like that, Grady lay on the ground and wrote for about fifteen minutes before the bar door was kicked open from the outside.

Tancred, clad in a black trench coat, walked in from the door. He was followed by a group of underlings, each armed with a weapon.

Unlike Grady's underlings, who were armed with machetes, all of Tancred's henchmen surprisingly held guns!

Upon witnessing that scene, all of Ashton's subordinates instinctively took a step back.

While those guns might not pose a significant threat to Donald, they were certainly lethal to ordinary people.

If a firefight were to truly break out, Ashton's side would definitely stand no chance of winning.

“Tancred! Save me!” Upon seeing Tancred, Grady burst into tears.

At that moment, he was kneeling on the ground, just like those disabled beggars on the overpass. Even the slightest hint of his usual demeanor as the second-in-command of Razor Gang was nowhere to be seen.

Especially upon seeing the bodies scattered on the ground, Tancred scowled even more intensely.

He looked at Donald and spoke in a deep voice. “So, it's you who wants to wipe out Razor Gang. You have quite the audacity.”

Donald sighed, rubbing his temples wearily as he spoke to Tancred. “You'll soon find out if I'm all talk or not. Are you coming at me one by one, or all at once?”

“Ganging up on you?” Tancred scoffed. “I'm afraid if we all attack you at once, you won't even have the chance to admit your mistake.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Tancred pulled out his pistol and fired a shot at Donald.

His initial plan was to injure Donald first to gain the upper hand.

Who would have known that after the gunshot, Donald would still be sitting in the chair, not moving an inch?

Could it be that I've missed my mark? Impossible, how could I have missed at such a close range with my shooting skills? Just as Tancred was utterly puzzled, Donald placed his left hand over the mouth of the wineglass, his palm open.

A bullet astonishingly landed right in the glass, spinning round and round.

After seeing that, Tancred fell silent. This brat is actually a high-level Stella Warrior.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.