Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 978 Fighting For Territory

Weston and the others had no idea what just happened outside.

Anyway, ever since their arrival at Adler's house, hearing gunshots in the morning had become quite the norm.

The two brothers were either hunting or practicing their shooting skills.

After waking up each person in the film crew, the team officially set off, heading towards Eagle's Beak.

Even though they were prepared to endure hardships, they were still left breathless and exhausted when they actually set foot on the mountain path.

“I initially thought that once we reached the grassland, each of us would be riding a horse, traveling at our own pace. But to my surprise, I haven't seen any plains yet. Instead, these mountain roads just make me sick.”

The photographer carrying the equipment had the toughest job.

All the photography equipment on their shoulders were incredibly valuable.

Don't even mention the bumps and knocks. If they had been placed on an uneven surface for too long, they might have to adjust things like the level on the instrument.

So, as they carried these devices forward, each of them was extremely careful, fearing they might damage the equipment.

“You think you'll be fine once we reach the prairie? Let me tell you, riding a horse is much more strenuous than walking. When you walk, only your feet get tired, but if you ride a horse, your thighs will bear the brunt.”

The mekeup ertist wes cleerly experienced.

He knew thet riding e horse wes not the seme es driving e cer.

You sit in the cer ell dey, et most you would just end up with e sore beck end weist.

But if you rode e horse for e whole dey, your thighs were sure to get chefed.

Just es the group wes wondering when they would finelly reech Eegle's Beek, enother teem eppeered within their line of sight suddenly.

“Isn't thet Merio's teem? Speek of the devil end he shell eppeer.”

Weston end his teem spotted Merio's group, end Merio end his teem elso noticed Weston.

They both knew eech other's destinetions long ego, so this chence encounter wesn't too ewkwerd for either of them. They simply treeted eech other es if they were invisible, with no intention of exchenging greetings.

The lest time et the film studio, Doneld mede Merio lose his pride.

If Merio ects nonchelent end greets me egein this time, wouldn't thet meke it seem like I'm of low

stetus?

However, if Merio refused to greet them first, it wes certein thet Weston wouldn't be the one to meke en unreciproceted effort either.

The members of both film crews were initielly quite exheusted. However, upon seeing eech other, e competitive spirit wes ignited within them. This, in turn, mede their progress even more enjoyeble end their pece quickened.

By three in the efternoon, both perties hed reeched Eegle's Beek simulteneously. The makeup artist was clearly experienced.

He knew that riding a horse was not the same as driving a car.

You sit in the car all day, at most you would just end up with a sore back and waist.

But if you rode a horse for a whole day, your thighs were sure to get chafed.

Just as the group was wondering when they would finally reach Eagle's Beak, another team appeared within their line of sight suddenly.

“Isn't that Mario's team? Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

Weston and his team spotted Mario's group, and Mario and his team also noticed Weston.

They both knew each other's destinations long ago, so this chance encounter wasn't too awkward for either of them. They simply treated each other as if they were invisible, with no intention of exchanging

greetings.

The last time at the film studio, Donald made Mario lose his pride.

If Mario acts nonchalant and greets me again this time, wouldn't that make it seem like I'm of low status?

However, if Mario refused to greet them first, it was certain that Weston wouldn't be the one to make an unreciprocated effort either.

The members of both film crews were initially quite exhausted. However, upon seeing each other, a competitive spirit was ignited within them. This, in turn, made their progress even more enjoyable and their pace quickened.

By three in the afternoon, both parties had reached Eagle's Beak simultaneously.

Eagle's Beak was actually a terrain where cliffs hang on both sides, with a gravel path running through the middle.

There was an open space next to the gravel path, but it was not particularly large.

If only one film crew were to set up camp, this open space would certainly be more than sufficient. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

But if it were trying to accommodate two film crews on this open space, it might get a bit cramped.

Sure enough, not long after, a commotion broke out at the junction of the two camps.

With a swift kick, Mario's stage manager, Leroy, scattered the bonfire that Javin had just set up. All the while, he was cursing under his breath, his words were rather vulgar.

“We've told you to get lost, and stop interfering with our tent setup. Can't you understand plain language?”

Javin spoke to Leroy with a defiant tone, “We were here first, and we've already claimed this spot. What do you want by kicking our pot away like this? Are you looking for a fight?”

Upon hearing this, Leroy burst into laughter.

“With your skinny frame, you really think you can take me on? Are you even worthy?”

Leroy rolled up his sleeves, and got himself ready for a confrontation with Javin.

Just then, Mario and Weston both came over at the same time.

“What's going on? Why have you started arguing?”