A tough nut! Moritz is indeed a tough nut!
Hearing Moritz say this, the members of the Wilson family were all fired up.
Yeah, what are you pretending to be with that fork here?
Go ahead and kill if you dare!
I refuse to believe that you'd actually dare to take Moritz's life!
What's more important is that you only have one fork in your hand, yet you're still dragging your whole family along.
Wilson Village was home to hundreds of people with all sorts of weapons at their disposal.
They didn't believe they couldn't beat Donald, who was only wielding a fork.
Donald was truly taken aback by Moritz’s bravery. As a result, he didn't dare to directly stab the latter's temple with his fork. Instead, he ended up jabbing it into Moritz's thigh.
Pfft!
The fork pierced his flesh, yet Moritz gritted his teeth, bearing the pain without uttering a sound.
“Is this all you've got? I'm not even satisfied yet!”
Donald remained silent, pulling out his fork to jab at Moritz's other thigh.
Pfft!
“If you've got the guts, stab my head! What's the big deal stabbing my thighs?”
Pfft!
“You son of a—”
Pfft!
Moritz was silenced.
Meanwhile, Donald was like an emotionless machine, his fork moving in and out, making a stabbing sound as if he was stabbing a sandbag, puncturing several bloody holes all over Moritz's body.
At first, Moritz was quite defiant, but even the toughest person couldn't withstand being continuously stabbed with a fork like that.
“S-Stop... I was wrong. I know I was wrong...”
When Moritz said these words, he was falling apart inside.
He initially thought that by showing a bit of his manly courage, the Wilson family members around him would be influenced and rush to his aid.
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