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Chapter 1047 Shoots Himself In The Foot
Chapter 1047 Shoots Himself In The Foot
Hearing that, Joanne didn't immediately grasp what he meant.
Err... Heimdall almost escaped. Why isn't he chasing after him instead of telling me about the armor?
Just as Joanne was utterly baffled, Donald stomped his foot in place.
Then, everyone saw an underground spike shoot out from the earth.
The spike, which emerged without warning, pierced through Heimdall's body in an instant, just like skewering a kebab.
Under the force of inertia, Heimdall was propelled straight into the sky.
Subsequently, his body and Sapphire Armor shattered into two halves, falling straight down from the sky.
At this very moment, Joanne finally understood the true meaning of what Donald had said earlier.
Sapphire Armor which was a treasure of such caliber would undoubtedly have no issue warding off other attacks. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
But blocking Donald's strike would be utterly overestimating its abilities.
The people of Wilson Village were all thoroughly frightened as they watched Heimdall's body fall heavily to the ground.
Before, they thought that Donald had used some underhanded tactics to beat Heimdall to the point where he couldn't fight back.
But now, they finally understood.
This had nothing to do with any underhanded tactics, it was simply a raw display of Donald's overwhelming power.
“Drag Heimdall's corpse away to feed the dogs. And, deal with the people of Wilson Village as well,” Donald said to Joanne, “You know the severity of the crime for hoarding godbreaker guns, don't you? I don't need to spell it out.”
The villagers of Wilson Village was emboldened to hide guns because of Heimdall. After all, even if something were to happen, with Heimdall taking the lead, Wilson Village wouldn't face any major issues.
But now, everything had changed.
Not only was Donald of a higher status than Heimdall, but he also killed Heimdall directly.
With this, Wilson Village was essentially left without a protective umbrella. Naturally, the grave crime of hoarding firearms would be enough to land them in hot water.
Even with the fiercest soldiers of South Chanaea Tigers standing guard here, the villagers of Wilson Village, dared not to rebel no matter how dissatisfied they were.
Joanne was left to deal with these people, while Donald returned to the living room of the mansion.
“Darling, what's going on outside? It seems like there's quite a commotion.”
Jennifer looked at Donald with a worried expression, unsure if someone from Wilson Village had come to cause trouble.
Donald said to Jennifer with a smile, “Montgomery was not convinced and brought people from Wilson Village to cause me trouble. As it happened, an army was passing by and saw them all holding guns, so they arrested them.”
Hearing Donald say this, Leonard was stunned.
“Is what you're saying true?”
It was not that Leonard didn't trust Donald, it was just that what he said was simply outrageous.
The folks from Wilson Village came looking for trouble with guns in their hands. Just where did this army come from?
Donald didn't offer an explanation, and so Leonard didn't ask any further.
Everyone knew that Wilson Village was done for.
Initially, I thought that I could trace my roots and hold my head high in front of my peers this time.
Who would have known that the people related to Mr. Montgomery would look down on others with contempt.
Not only did I fail to hold my head high, but I also ended up being humiliated by my uncle and his family.
“But the end result was still favorable. They reaped what they sowed.“
Hmm, this is what you call karma.
With that, Wilson Village would be cordoned off and cleaned up by South Chanaea Military Region. Naturally, Donald and his group returned to Pollerton by car.
Jennifer might be nearing her due date, so as soon as she returned to the mansion, she expressed that she was very tired and needed a good rest.
Just as Jennifer went upstairs to sleep, Geraldine walked over with an excited look on her face.
“Donald, I've finished the PPT. Could you take a look?”
As Geraldine spoke, she simultaneously turned on her computer, presenting to Donald the specialized phone production plan she had devised.