Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 877 Ricochet

“No questions, do it! If you don't do what I said, then I will!”

Shelba commanded a lot of respect in Archivaldo's mind.

So, even though Archivaldo was unwilling, he still raised his hand and slapped himself repeatedly in the face.

“We've done what you wanted, so please don't hurt my husband!”

Donald looked at Shelba and said, “I'm not hurting him. It was just a pastime. However, your son slapped himself too lightly, and I can't feel your sincerity.”

“Wait!” Shelba shouted. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Donald was about to hurt her husband again, Shelba did not hesitate to turn around and gave Archivaldo a hard slap.

Archivaldo was stunned by the slap. He did not understand why his mother would treat him this way.

Archivaldo burst into tears.

Shelba grabbed his shoulder and said, “Don't cry! Shut your mouth! Remember that feeling. Now, slap yourself. Do it now!”

Archivaldo was so frightened that he could not utter a word. He kept slapping himself instinctively.

Meanwhile, Terrelle, who Donald had underfoot, gave a resentful shout.

However, he was no match for Donald at all.

“That's enough, don't you think?”

“Yeah, that's right. No matter what they did, you're taking it too far.”

“You better let them go, or we'll call the police.”

The crowd could not bear to watch any longer.

They voiced their support for Shelba and her family, one after another.

Just then, a dozen cars pulled up at the hospital entrance.

More than sixty fully armed men jumped out of the cars and took control of the entire compound. Those were the Wilkins Army.

“Syl!” Shelba called out.

Seeing Sylar's arrival, Shelba burst into tears, looking like a distressed child.

Sylar walked near Shelba with a stern face. When he saw Donald had Terrelle underfoot, he did not hesitate to pull out his pistol and fired at Donald.

The bullet grazed past Donald's ear and hit the pillar behind him.

The crowd was scared by the gunshot and retreated to the inside of the hospital hurriedly.

“Release the man, or I will shoot this bullet into your head!” Sylar said.

The Wilkins Army aimed all their guns at Donald and yelled, “Release him!”

The outnumbering scene certainly was an intimidation for some people.

However, Donald was a well-experienced person. He would not be scared off by that group of riff-raff.

Instead of releasing Terrelle, Donald applied more force with his foot and broke one more of Terrelle's fingers.

Terrelle's painful scream worried Shelba. She cried out in distress, “Syl, please do something!”

“You're digging your own grave, punk!”

Sylar fired again. He aimed at Donald's thigh and had no intention for a miss.

He thought that after getting a shot, Donald would surely back down.

To everyone's surprise, the bullet did not hit Donald but struck one of the Wilkins Army who aimed at him.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What was that? Did the bullet turn? Otherwise, how would it hit someone else?

“F*ck, I don't believe this.”

Sylar shot again.

Another one of the Wilkins Army fell to the ground.

All the other Wilkins Army members were panicking.

If the first shot was a ricochet, what was the second shot?

As Sylar prepared to take a third shot, his adjutant quickly stopped him and said, “Captain, maybe we should forget about shooting and just deal with him using daggers.”