Son-in-law From Rags to Riches

Chapter 686

Chapter 686 This Belongs To You

The cigarette between Donald's lips moved as he spoke. He made his way casually toward Marco with a calm expression. It was as if Marco was not holding a gun but a flaming torch instead.

Meanwhile, Marco raised his brow, feeling as if Donald was underestimating him.

The distance between Marco and Donald was already less than a few meters. If Donald continued taking a few more steps forward, he could snatch the gun away from Marco.

Of course, Marco would not let that happen.

He yelled at Donald in a low voice, “Stop right there, or I'm going to shoot!”

Donald could not help but feel amused by Marco's tone.

Dude, you're the gangster here. Why are you shouting stuff like the police?

Donald continued walking forward instead of stopping in his tracks.

At the same time, Marco pulled the trigger without hesitation.

He had experience in using a gun.

It was not that he did not dare to kill someone; he only killed when there was a need.

Instead of aiming at Donald's head, Marco aimed the gun at the former's calf.

The distribution of nerves in the human calf was denser than in the thighs. However, it was less likely for bullets to hit an artery there.

Hence, people would usually feel less pain when they got hit in the thigh, but they would die from losing too much blood.

On the other hand, getting shot in the calf would not be fatal, but the pain was enough to make a grown man wail.

Marco wanted to make Donald suffer a little by shooting the latter in the calf.

However, unlike how he had imagined it, Donald did not collapse to the ground after taking the bullet.

Instead, Marco watched Donald make a grabbing motion in the air and grin at the former as if he was fine.

The others behind Marco were stunned.

One subordinate, Finlay Lester, swallowed hard and said, “He couldn't have caught the bullet, right?”

Marco swung his hand to slap Finlay's head. “Are you f*cking high? Do you seriously think humans can catch bullets? I'm sure that b*stard's still playing with me here only because the bullet didn't hit him earlier.”

With that, Marco took a deep breath and aimed the gun at Donald again.

This time, Marco was not aiming at Donald's calf but at the latter's forehead.

The truth was, Marco kind of knew whether or not the bullet did hit Donald just now.

The distance between the two was short, and Marco's shooting skills were not bad either.

It was impossible to miss. Moreover, even if he actually missed his target, there was no way Donald could smile so calmly at him.

Can ordinary people smile in this situation?

That was why Marco found Donald odd and decided to aim the gun at the latter's head.

“See? I actually pulled the trigger. You're lucky the bullet didn't hit you just now. I won't miss the next time if you continue walking forward.”

“Is that so? I'll give you another chance then. Aim properly. Don't miss again,” Donald said, pointing at his forehead.

F*ck! Is this punk serious?

Donald's words ignited the flames of fury in Marco's heart.

I just need to kill a person, right? It's not like I've never done that in the past, anyway.

Seeing Donald was about to walk forward again, Marco fired without hesitation.

This time, Donald made a move at the same time.

He disappeared in a flash and dodged the bullet at an incredible speed. In the next second, he reappeared in front of Marco.

“You—” was all Marco could say before Donald smacked his right hand on the former's forehead. “This belongs to you. Here you go,” Donald uttered coldly. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Marco immediately fell to the ground on his back from Donald's attack. Most importantly, there was a creepy hole in the former's forehead.