The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 1110

“Did I pass?” Donald asked nonchalantly.

“Y-Yes...” Beckett never dared to underestimate Donald again.

Is this kid some kind of human robot? Doesn't his hand hurt?

Oisin also secretly felt relieved that he had remained cooperative throughout their journey, avoiding any conflicts with Donald.

Otherwise, considering the power behind Donald's punch, he might have found himself on the fast track to the afterlife.

Upon traversing the dimly lit alley, the path suddenly widened up just a few meters ahead.

Initially, Donald had expected the alley to lead to a cramped space, but to his surprise, it opened up into an entirely different world.

Neon signs from gambling dens and hair salons flickered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the women standing along the roadside.

These women, chewing gum, regarded Donald with an intense, hungry gaze, as though they wanted to devour him.

“These are all Mr. Hound's subordinates, members of Floral Haven. If you truly become a top fighter under Mr. Hound, you won't even have to pay at Floral Haven,” Oisin quipped, a sleazy grin creeping across his face.

It was as if his greatest dream in life was to have the privilege of visiting Floral Haven every day without paying a dime.

“Cut the cr*p. Don't forget why you're here.”

Oisin felt aggrieved. Why I'm here? I'm nothing more than a guide.

The two arrived at the entrance of a karaoke bar and happened to run into Mad Hound, who exited in a suit.

“Mr. Ortega, it's decided then. The affairs of the eastern district will now be under our jurisdiction. Your territory will be managed by us from this point forward,” declared Mad Hound.

“Absolutely. From now on, the success of my business will entirely depend on the Enigma Club.”

The speaker was a middle-aged man, Evan Ortega, who probably also ran a business.

After finalizing the deal with Mad Hound, he hastily left the place.

While the Enigma Club held significant power, the underworld was still dominated by other big shots.

In order to survive, Evan temporarily ceded control of his business to the Enigma Club. He feared that if the other big shots were to find out about this, they might seek retribution against him.

“Mr. Hound, wait!”

Seeing that Mad Hound was about to turn and enter the building, Oisin was quick to get his attention.