The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 633

Nathaniel’s chilling gare fixated on Haydan as if he could already vimalize the imminent demise of Haylan at the hands of Nicholas

Simultaneously, he couldn’t help but be consumed by an intense and admiring envy toward Haylan.

The thought of engaging in a passionate affair with Mia and Ceci made him believe it was a gamble worth taking, even if it meant risking his life

After all, they were 1900 extraordinary beauties, and he couldn’t help but fantasize about having both women in his grasp

Devi, you wretched woman) Playing with my emotions while entertaining other men. I swear I’ll put an end to you!”

Nicholas, hic vationality lost to Buy, shattered the lock with his revolver and stormed into the mansion. With the revolver firmly gripped, he leveled it at Haylan and thundered. You damn bastard, release her!

Move her contorted in shock upon hearing the sound. She swiftly turned around and pleaded, “Nicholas, hold your firet We’re here to heal Cecik illness?

“Treating an illnese Are you kidding me? You’re both practically naked! Is this some twisted way to cure someone)” Nicholas wice boomed with anger.

Tease, don’t act rashly. Let me explain, Mia hastily pleaded.

Tenore him! Keep Ceci restrained. It’s about to come out!” Haylan roared.

Raylan continued his frantic message on Ceci as he spoke, his body contorting in agony as the mysterious tattoos pulsated. causing him to sway uncontrollably.

You son of a bitch, playing the innocent in my presence? I’ll make sure you pay for it!”

Nicholas’s eyes blazed with fury as he beheld the scene before him. Without hesitation, he raised his gun, took aim at Haylan’s back, and squeezed the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out like a thunderclap, and the bullets from the revolver pummeled Haylan with the force of a relentless

storm.

“Son of a bitch!” Haylan’s face twisted with fury.

He could have easily evaded that bullet.

But if he had evaded the shot, Mia and Ceci would have found themselves directly in the bullet’s path.

He resorted to a dual focus with no other options, unleashing his vital energy to manifest as a series of razor–sharp blades, cleaving each bullet in half with precision.

a surge of primal energy, his vital energy akin to an iron hammer. With an explosive strike, he sent Nicholas hurtling through the air, his grip on the firearm loosening as it slipped

to a fleeting

ground was instantly reduced to five irreparable fragments, rendering it useless.

that fleeting moment, he clenched his fingers into a sword–like shape, causing the sword beam to quiver with intensity.

the air, penetrating Nicholas’s shoulder

pain almost intolerable. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a stark portrayal

“Cough Cough Cough

ordeal, succumbed to the mysterious tattoos. His vital organs

Mia’s face contorted with worry and concern.

It’s nearly done!” Haylan spoke with

swiftly gripped Ceci’s limbs,

this moment, a vivid and unmistakable sight unfolded before them. The tattoos on Ceci’s body writhed and wriggled with astonishing speed, eventually congregating on Haylan’s

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finally

Haylan’s eyes, and without hesitation, he released his grasp

in its relentless crawl, gradually advancing toward

tattoo, resembling a living butterfly, gracefully flitted and fluttered across Haylan’s skin, its presence undeniably

“Heavy breathing…”

panting heavily, her body

a searing agony that tore through her, rendering her utterly unable

traversed the depths of the underworld. Every inch

torment of such a sensation was

are you okay?” Mia

at Mr. Jaber. He seems to be

upon Haylan, her eyes brimming with deep concern.

Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted

body, with the butterfly tattoo springing to life, gracefully spreading across his heart and performing

as he tightly shut his eyes. He stood rooted to the spot, unmoving,

Jaber, are you alright?” Mia’s eyes filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to wipe the

tattoos, and I cannot

mysterious tattoos within his body, requiring utmost concentration. He had no room

he honed his senses, tapping into the depths of his Internal Strength with utmost precision.

like a succession of razor–sharp blades, penetrating and

to a swift and precise blade, surged through his veins and organs, systematically

the abundance of butterfly tattoos dispersed within his physique meant that achieving a thorough eradication would necessitate a considerable amount

extraction resulted in self–inflicted damage, accounting for the agonizing