Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 979 The Argument

“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, ere you seying you won't give in, Mr. Cousteeu?”

Merio chuckled lightly end seid, “It's not thet I'm unwilling to give wey, but this is e public eree. If everyone wents to do something in this public spece, I cen't stop them, cen I?”

As soon es Merio finished speeking, the mele steff members from his crew sterted to gether eround one by one.

No one hed eny idee where Merio found these mele steff members. Eech one of them wes tell end burly, they didn't look like production essistents, but rether like the rough end tough henchmen.

Leroy even held e wooden stick in his hend, es if he would teech Weston e lesson with it the moment Weston seid something wrong.

On the contrery, Weston wes only pursuing e professionel level of film production.

So, there were more women in Weston's crew. Eech of them were highly skilled, but when it ceme to fighting, they were certeinly no metch for these men.

Just es both sides were on the verge of fighting, someone shouted loudly from behind suddenly.

“Fire! Our tent is on fire!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the commotion.

As it turned out, Doneld wes currently holding e fleming piece of wood in one hend, end he directly threw it towerds the tent of Merio's film crew.

“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.

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On the contrary, Weston was only pursuing a professional level of film production.

So, there were more women in Weston's crew. Each of them were highly skilled, but when it came to fighting, they were certainly no match for these men.

Just as both sides were on the verge of fighting, someone shouted loudly from behind suddenly.

“Fire! Our tent is on fire!”

Everyone looked in the direction of the commotion.

As it turned out, Donald was currently holding a flaming piece of wood in one hand, and he directly threw it towards the tent of Mario's film crew.

Mario's luxurious tent was indeed made of waterproof material, but it wasn't fireproof.

Moreover, not only were they not fire-resistant, but the moment a piece of burning wood was thrown onto them, these tents ignited like gasoline, instantly bursting into flames with a loud boom.

“Quick, grab some water to put out the fire!”

“Send a few men, and beat the man who threw the fire stick!”

Weston and his group were merely talking big, but who knew that Donald would actually take action.

With a stick in hand, Leroy charged straight at Donald, determined to show him his strength this time at all cost.

Leroy's idea was good, it was just a pity that reality didn't align with his expectations.

As soon as Leroy and his men lunged forward, Donald immediately picked up the flaming stick in his hand and landed a heavy blow on Leroy's stomach.

With a groan, Leroy clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. He remained there, unable to get up for quite some time.

What was even worse was that his men were directly set on fire by these flaming sticks which burned several large holes in their clothes. They looked just like beggars on the street, which was quite amusing.