D*mn it! He resembles that villain who wore shorts paired with slippers! And even though he's dressed improperly, I know he can't possibly be an ordinary man, seeing that he could toss my subordinate into the living room from so far away.

Aldrich hid behind Mortimer and asked anxiously, “Brat! Who are you? I don't know you.”

Donald shrugged. “Well, I can introduce myself now. My name is Donald Campbell, and I'm Jennifer Wilson's husband.”

Aldrich had never heard of Donald before because the Youngblood family never considered the latter a threat. All the Youngblood family wanted to achieve at that moment was to get rid of Jennifer and, in that way, lure the mysterious person protecting her out of their hiding place.

Even so, Aldrich fell silent after discovering that Donald was Jennifer's husband.

Initially, he wanted to treat the latter politely to see whether they could reconcile the conflict.

However, at that moment, it seemed like both men could only fight until their last gasps to settle the scores.

After all, Aldrich could not deny his involvement in the matter as he had already issued an assassination order in the underworld.

“Kill him, Mortimer. I'll pay you three million if you get the job done,” he ordered.

Mortimer chuckled when he heard Aldrich promise to pay him that hefty amount.




He then took out a pen and held it in between his fingers. “Please move back slightly, Mr. Fuller. I only need five minutes to get rid of this brat.”

Eyeing Mortimer, Donald chuckled and asked, “Are you sure five minutes is enough? Should I give you more time?”

“Five minutes is more than enough!”

With that, Mortimer swung the pen in his hand, and Donald noticed a drop of ink flying out of it.

The ink grew bigger mid-air before transforming into a fierce-looking leopard that pounced at Donald.

An illusion spell?

Donald was a little astonished because it was his first time seeing an attack of that form.

The average Stella Warrior would use their energy on their body, such as hardening their muscles or strengthening their fists.

Those with special powers, on the other hand, would have the ability to shapeshift into different creatures.

Even so, it was a first for Donald to witness a Stella Warrior like Mortimer, who used a pen to create the illusion of a leopard.

In the face of the ferocious animal, Donald did not dodge. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick beside him.

Mortimer smirked when he saw the stick in Donald's hand.

His ink-created leopard was not a product of illusion. On the contrary, he had conjured the leopard using his energy as a Stella Warrior.



The only difference was that a real leopard was all flesh and blood, while his leopard was driven by the energy of Stella Warrior.

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