Chapter 975 Work For You
“Mr. Campbell, please have some.”
Donald was sitting in his chair when Fidel and Justus, solemnly brought over a tray with two large tiger legs on it to
his surprise.
They respectfully presented the tray to Donald.
Everyone around was dumbfounded, unable to understand why the two brothers were so respectful towards
Donald.
Seeing that Donald did not accept the two tiger legs, Adler walked over from the side and said with a smile, “Mr.
Campbell, these two children have specially roasted these two legs from the tiger to thank you for saving me.
Please be sure to accept our gratitude.”
“Alright. Since it's a token of your goodwill, I'll accept it.”
After receiving the two tiger legs, Donald realized he couldn't finish them all by himself. He took a small knife and
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“This is my first time eating tiger meat, and it's incredibly robust. It tastes much better than beef.”
“Isn't that stating the obvious? Can a cow really compared to a tiger?
“Tigers spend their days roaming the mountains, and they are known as king of beasts. Naturally, their meat must
be delicious.”
Initially, everyone had quite a few complaints about coming to such a remote and impoverished place.
But now, after having tasted tiger meat, it seemed that everyone's previous dissatisfaction had been thrown far
into the clouds.
“Mr. Campbell, it seems like you're not particularly interested in this tiger meat.”
After getting to know Donald, Drogo discovered that Donald was not the unapproachable boss he had imagined him
to be.
So, he plucked up the courage and started to initiate conversations with Donald.
As Donald was enjoying his meal, he said, “What's so special about tiger meat? I've eaten lion meat, ostrich meat,
and even crocodile meat.”
Drogo stood next to him as he listened with a puzzled expression.
“Mr. Campbell, you must be joking, right? Can we actually get this kind of meat back home?”
Donald just smiled without saying a word.
He had gathered and roasted these meat to eat while he was on a mission in Quadfield.
Given his status, would anyone dare to comment on him eating these animals?
Since there was tiger meat to enhance the mood, Weston allowed everyone to have a little drink in the evening.
Then they started singing and dancing around the bonfire. By the time early morning came the next day, there
were hardly any who could get out of bed.
Early the next morning, Donald emerged from his room, only to see Adler and his sons cleaning hunting rifles
outside in the courtyard.
Upon seeing Donald appear, the three of them immediately stood up, showing him great respect.
“There's no need for such formality, you know. I'm not some old warlord from the past. Why are you all being so
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Hearing Donald say this, the three of them finally relaxed a bit.
“Mr. Campbell, you fulfilled one of my wishes by helping me kill that tiger yesterday. I am truly grateful to you.”
“Why are you bringing this up again? Haven't I already accepted the two tiger legs from yesterday?”
Adler spoke earnestly, “I spent all of last night thinking, and I've come to realize that I've wasted my entire life in
these mountains. But I can't let my two sons follow in my footsteps. Mr. Campbell, I can tell you're a good man. If
you don't mind, I'd like my sons to work for you in the future.”
The sudden request from Adler left Donald dumbfounded.
I've seen people giving away their daughters, but this is the first time I've seen someone giving their sons.
However, this Adler was indeed astute.
He could tell that Donald was no ordinary man, so he simply pushed his two sons to follow Donald, all in the hopes
of securing a better future for them.
But Donald wasn't some kind of charity shelter that he would simply take in anyone.
Seeing Donald remain silent, Adler said to the two, “What are you standing there for? Show Mr. Campbell what
you've got!”