Son-In-Law Madness - Season 4 Episode 8

Everyone was dumbfounded upon hearing that. Is Freedman Group that rich? They said they would build Lord Campbell Avenue for free, including all the facilities. Are they just going to present the project worth a few billion as a gift to Lord Campbell?

Kingsley received the bidding document and sent it into the room.

The crowd watched as Donald read the document for three minutes this time.

Arrogance surfaced on Sebastian’s face as he scanned the room smugly as if he was saying, “Look. This is the power of the Freedman clan.”

He was not wrong. Hundreds of entrepreneurs were present, but even the Campbell clan did not dare propose such a generous offer.

Yet, the Freedman clan was unfazed as they proposed that.

In everyone’s eyes, Donald would never reject this offer.

After all, no conglomerate would refuse it.

However, Kingsley brought the bidding document out in the next moment.

“This doesn’t match what I have in mind. It won’t do,” Donald’s metallic voice sounded.

Sebastian froze, his expression became twisted, and his breathing turned rapid.

He would easily act rashly, as he was not as tolerant as Tyrone.

Sebastian never held grudges because he would get his revenge on the spot.

Hence, he slammed the table and pointed at Donald behind the screen. “Who do you think you are? You’re just the captain of the mercenary from the outer regions. Who are you to act so arrogant before me?”

Kingsley’s gaze turned cold in a split second.

“Slap him,” Donald ordered calmly.

Thud!

Suddenly, five to six people appeared, exuding a dominant aura within the crowd. All their power levels were at ten thousand, and each glared at Kingsley icily.

Those were Sebastian’s bodyguards, but their opponent was Kingsley.

His power level drastically rose to eighteen thousand. Next, he jumped up high and lunged at Sebastian.

The men with muscular statures also dashed forward.

Bloodlust colored Kingsley’s face, and Azure Wyvern Blade appeared with a wave of his right hand. He sent the bodyguard’s heads flying into the air with a light sweep.

“Ah!” Countless people screamed in disbelief as they retreated.

Those were subordinates of the Freedman clan, and everyone could not believe Kingsley was bold enough to take their lives.

Afterward, Kingsley approached Sebastian and grabbed his collar. The former pulled Sebastian closer and threw a slap across the latter’s face.

Sebastian was dumbfounded as his eyes widened in shock.

I can’t believe it. I got hit! This was the only lingering thought in his mind, and his eyes soon turned red.

“Eight Tribes, gather!” He roared.

Eight people barged in from outside, and each had a power level of twenty thousand. All of them wore masks and were armed with crescent blades.

“Azure Wyvern guards, fall in!” Kingsley ordered.

Boom!

A troop comprising about thirty people appeared. Each of them was wearing ancient armor and equipped with green blades. They had the same height, and their eyes were abnormally cold. Furthermore, they all had a power level of over twenty thousand.

They held destructive power.

“Come on. You want to fight?” Kingsley grabbed Sebastian’s collar and shook his body.

Xylus’ evaluation glasses clearly showed Kingsley’s power level going off the roof. His power was three times stronger, reaching a shocking number of fifty-four thousand.

The members of Eight Tribes exchanged looks, noticing nothing but fear in each other’s eyes.

They were up against Azure Wyvern guards, whose primary job was slaughtering.

Sebastian remained silent and merely glared at Kingsley.

“What insolence in my presence!” Donald’s voice boomed, “Even if Nicholas is here, he does not dare speak to me like that, let alone someone like you.”

“Hmph!” Sebastian scoffed.

“Slap him again!” Donald ordered icily.