Donald had disappeared before his very eyes.

What the... Where is he? Where the f*ck is he?

Draken wouldn't be able to defend himself with his adamantium unless he knew where Donald was attacking from.

The next thing he knew, a sharp pain tore through his back as Donald appeared above him and stabbed him through his back with the sword.

As Donald's attack had injured Draken's spine, he collapsed like a sack of potatoes and screamed in pain.

He tried to heal his wound with adamantium, but Donald's sword was still inside his body, so the adamantium was unable to close the wound. All it could do was heal the area around the blade.

“I was wondering why you people from the Youngblood family were so confident about yourselves. Do you guys really think you're unbeatable simply because your ancestors were powerful? The Youngblood family is outdated, so it's time for you to perish.”

Donald stepped on Draken's head as the sword turned into fragments and entered Draken's body through the open wound.


Draken anxiously reached out and tried to get the fragments out, but his adamantium could only cover the surface of his body.

It had no way of protecting his internal organs from being sliced up by the fragments of the sword as they moved in his body.

Draken was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

Just like that, he suffered the most unimaginable torture before dying.

Having lost its host after Draken's death, the adamantium came off his body and turned into a metallic cube.

When Donald picked up the adamantium cube, he was surprised by its quality.

Although the Youngblood family's descendants are all horrible people, they did do a good job with their research and development of adamantium. Not only is this adamantium cube ridiculously hard, but it is also very light. I'm holding a huge metallic cube in my hand, and yet it feels as though I'm holding a cardboard box or something.

“I'll think of this as compensation for me making this trip, then.”

Having taken care of the so-called experts in the safe house, Donald hummed a catchy tune as he returned to the mansion.

Upon entering his bedroom, he was stunned by the sight before him.

Jennifer was lying flat on her back with her left arm wrapped around Geraldine's shoulders.

Geraldine, however, slept like a child that had yet to be weaned.

She grabbed onto Jennifer's breasts with one arm and made munching noises from time to time.
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