The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 976

Naturally, as sons, they had to follow the instructions given by their own father.

They were seen taking out two small iron cages from the beast cage next to them.

Inside the cage, there was a gopher and a tit.

First, Adler sent his eldest son, Fidel, into the forest. Then, he turned to Donald with a smile, and said, “My eldest son was born with excellent vision. He can even discern the color of a bird's eye from 200 meters away.”

After saying this, Adler opened the door of the iron cage.

The tit flew out of the cage at an incredibly fast speed, heading towards the forest.

The trees within the forest, with their leaves serving as a shield, create a dense maze that easily disrupts one's line of sight. Without careful attention, one could not see much.

Not to mention, this tit was a frightened one. So, as soon as it was out of the cage, it flew at an astonishing speed, almost like a fleeting shadow whisking through the air.

Even so, all Donald heard was the loud bang of a gunshot.

Just a moment ago, the tit that was freely darting through the forest, fell straight from the sky like a kite with its string cut.

In a short while, Fidel returned with the body of the tit.

The bullet hit it right in the head, blowing it off with a single shot.

Donald couldn't help but take a second look at Fidel.

This isn't just about the kid having naturally good eyesight, he's on the verge of awakening his own innate talent. It's just that Adler doesn't know it yet.

“What do you think, Mr. Campbell? My eldest son is quite capable, isn't he? He might not be good at other things, but I assure you, he would make an excellent bodyguard for you,” the latter said, a hint of pride evident in his tone.

“It's alright.”

Donald spoke nonchalantly, “A tit can't fight back, it can only fly away quickly. Your son being able to hit a tit indeed shows exceptional talent, but if he were to spar with a person, there is no guarantee that he would win.”

What Donald said was the truth.

Over the years, Donald had seen far too many so-called geniuses fall, killed by those whose strength was far inferior to their own.