The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 979

“Mr. Tanner, we had already started the bonfire, but this unreasonable bloke came over and kicked our bonfire apart. He even tried to take over our territory.”

“What do you mean by 'your territory'? Did you buy this land or what? This is a public area. Instead of setting up tents in the public area, you're making a bonfire. Do you just have too much free time?”

Leroy said earnestly, “Since you guys aren't making good use of this place anyway, you might as well let us use it to pitch our tents.”

Hearing that, what Leroy said seemed to make a lot of sense.

Is the campfire really more important than the tent?

After all, a bonfire was just for lighting up the night and roasting some food, but a tent was meant for others to rest comfortably.

However, unlike Weston's crew who brought solo tents, Mario's crew brought luxury tents that could accommodate two to four people.

This tent could be described as ostentatiously extravagant.

One tent could occupy quite a large area, yet only a few people could sleep inside.

Weston said to Mario, “Mr. Cousteau, I see that you guys have already taken up such a large area. There's no need to fuss over this small territory, right?”

Mario said lightly, “Mr. Tanner, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying. You want this place to build a bonfire, and I want it to set up a tent. Who has the better claim, I think everyone understands without me having to say it, right?”

“So, are you saying you won't give in, Mr. Cousteau?”

Mario chuckled lightly and said, “It's not that I'm unwilling to give way, but this is a public area. If everyone wants to do something in this public space, I can't stop them, can I?”

As soon as Mario finished speaking, the male staff members from his crew started to gather around one by one.

No one had any idea where Mario found these male staff members. Each one of them was tall and burly, they didn't look like production assistants, but rather like the rough and tough henchmen.

Leroy even held a wooden stick in his hand, as if he would teach Weston a lesson with it the moment Weston said something wrong.