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

Chapter 977 You Guys Are Not Qualified Yet

“Mr. Campbell, don't worry. This young man is just showing off his skills.”

No sooner had Adler finished speaking, than Justus fired the third shot.

The third shot pierced through the layers of shrubbery, completely obliterating the gopher's body.

The spot where the gopher had just hidden was absolutely impossible to detect with the naked eye.

In other words, Justus' ability to hit the gopher was indeed reliant on his hearing.

The gopher was at least a hundred meters away from him.

Not to mention the noise made by the gopher in the bushes was quite subtle, which made it an even greater challenge for one's hearing.

With a proud grin, Adler turned to Donald and asked, “Mr. Campbell, what do you think of my two boys? Could they possibly assist you with some odd jobs?”

Adler held Donald in high regard, but his two sons might not necessarily feel the same way.

Especially after showing off their skills, both Fidel and Justus suddenly became somewhat inflated with pride.

They strutted over to Donald, their pride swelling like victorious roosters.

Donald sneered, “With this level of skill, you're dreaming if you think you can hang with me. You're way off.”

Fidel was a bit more mature, so when he heard Donald say this, he didn't say anything in response.

However, Justus simply couldn't stand Donald's arrogance.

We're all human beings. My dad respects you because he's my dad. If you think we're not qualified enough, then at the very least, you should show us what you're capable of.

Justus felt upset and didn't bother to hide it.

He directly handed over the shotgun he held in his hands.

“Mr. Campbell, my father always says you're a deity in human form. Since you're a deity, why not show us a little of what you can do?”

“Justus, you're out of line!”

Adler still wanted to fight for the two of them, but who would have thought that Justus would just blurt out something like that.

Isn't this considered an offense to Mr. Campbell?

After being yelled at by Adler, Justus stopped talking.

Just by looking at his expression, it was clear that he was not convinced at all.

“The reason I say you're not qualified is because we're living in this day and age, and you're still using guns for hunting.” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Donald casually plucked two leaves from the side.

With a flick of his right wrist, one leaf instantly transformed into a sharp blade, flying straight into the air.

The three of them watched as the eagle, which had been circling in the sky, suddenly split in two and fell straight down from the air.

Fidel was stunned.

How did he do that?

Did he just kill the eagle from such a great distance with just a leaf?

Before Fidel could recover from his shock, Donald's right wrist flicked again.

A leaf flew from his hand, piercing straight through three large trees, and firmly impaled a squirrel that was foraging for food on the ground.

Not long after passing the three large trees, a cracking sound echoed all around.

Then, under the astonished gazes of the two, three large trees thunderously fell, leaving behind only three stumps with smooth, evenly cut surfaces.

Urgh...

Both brothers swallowed in unison, without any prior agreement.

This was just too crazy.

Donald was able to inflict such damage by merely plucking two leaves from a tree. He was indeed far more powerful than the hunting rifles they hold in their hands.

Now the two finally understood why Adler looked upon Donald as if he were a deity.

“Mr. Campbell, it seems that my two boys indeed don't meet the requirements.”

Adler let out a bitter laugh, his smile filled with a profound bitterness.

He knew Donald was formidable, but he had no idea just how good the latter had become.

This is simply beyond what a human could possibly do.

“Alright. Hurry back and wake everyone up. They've slept long enough.”

Donald strolled back and forth with a leaf in his mouth, humming a tune.

Adler let out a sigh, patted his two sons on the shoulders as a sign for them not to be arrogant or complacent, and then followed Donald back.