Chapter 448

Son In Law Madness Chapter 448 Despair Ethan had the urge to smash his phone onto the floor after hanging up the phone. “Silas is way over the line!” Charles was displeased as well. He said resentfully, “What can we do? Rumor has it, Silas’ wife is possibly a member of the Winston family.” The Winston family was also one of the Ten Prestigious Families. Their businesses mainly revolved around petroleum and coal mining industries.

They control one-third of the country’s oil fields. Someone knocked on the door amidst their perturbation. Charles and Zayne frowned. “I’d like to see who that is. Believe me that I’ll chop off this person’s head!” Ethan instantly leaped to his feet and strode toward the door. Everyone else turned to look at the door. When the door was yanked open, a young man with disheveled hair and indistinguishable facial features was seen standing outside.

The next second, colors drained from Ethan’s face in fright. He took a few steps back and stammered, “C-Crabface!” The elites of Pollerton were made aware of the advent of Crabface in the city. He shattered Leviathan and Noah’s destroyer with a kick, battering Javon, the Sword Saint, until the latter scampered miserably in defeat. Ethan never anticipated Crabface to appear in front of him suddenly.

He wondered, “Could Crabface be working under Silas?” Charles, Zayne, and the others swiftly stood up as if a huge threat had emerged. They gazed at the figure at the door with darkened and solemn expressions. “May I know why you are here, Mister?” Charles stepped forward, holding his walking stick. In fact, he was a muscular man, but he enjoyed putting up the pretense of a fragile, weak elderly by using the walking stick.

That habit was driven by his extreme sense of vigilance. “Excuse me. I dropped my rubber band.”

While fear and anxiety filled the chests of the others inside the room, Crabface bent down to pick up a black rubber band from the floor. Then, he brushed and tied his hair, revealing the whole of his face.

Ethan was stunned. He cursed, “F*ck…” Charles fell into a momentary daze. A split second later, a joyous grin spread across his face as he exclaimed, “Lord Campbell!” Zayne’s nephew, Frankie, dashed forward and knelt on the floor. “Welcome back, Lord Campbell!” Donald nodded while walking into the room. “You all seemed troubled? Take a sit.” Everyone returned to their seats. All of them were beyond excited. Donald’s return had significantly boosted their confidence and prompted them to feel hopeful again. “Let me explain,” Ethan uttered agitatedly. Then, he recounted everything that had happened. “Jeffery and Silas?” Donald nodded indifferently after hearing the story. “All right. I got it.

Leave this matter to me.” “But Francesco and Brutus are very skilled fighters.

Taking Jeffery into consideration, don’t you think it is safer to bring more people along, Lord Campbell?”

Ethan asked worryingly. Donald shook his head. “That’s not needed. I can end Jeffrey’s life with a flick of my finger. As for Francesco and Brutus, I’ve already killed them.” His tone was calm and casual as if he was mentioning a trivial matter. Contrary to his impassiveness, waves of emotions churned within those who heard him.

After all, Donald had killed Francesco, Leader of Crimson Dust Order, an A+-rank overseas organization. There were only a few organizations of such caliber in the world. The tier above A+ was S. S-rank was then categorized into 1S to 5S. The Ten Prestigious Families were exceptional organizations in 5S-rank, sharing similar grades with the Horizon Group. Even an A+-rank organization was considered a formidable armed force internationally. After that, everyone began describing the things Silas had done all the while.

Donald merely listened silently, occasionally flashing a contemplative look, but did not seem too bothered. “I got it. I’ll be there tomorrow. As for the things all of you have lost, I’ll make sure to reclaim every one of them,” Donald announced. Ethan was elated. He wanted so badly to call Henry at once.

However, on second thought, he decided it was better to let Henry experience despair at the meeting venue tomorrow.