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.

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 from his grasp and

a fleeting blade, flashed by

ground was instantly reduced to five irreparable fragments, rendering it

moment, he clenched his fingers into a sword–like shape,

if materialized, sliced through the air, penetrating

twisted in torment, his pain almost intolerable. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a stark portrayal of his excruciating anguish that

“Cough Cough Cough

succumbed to the mysterious tattoos. His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to expel

face contorted

It’s nearly done!” Haylan spoke with a low, commanding

not daring to disobey, swiftly gripped Ceci’s limbs, tightly

Ceci’s body writhed and wriggled with astonishing speed, eventually congregating on Haylan’s arm, crawling and enveloping it entirely.

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it’s finally

eyes, and without hesitation, he released his grasp on Ceci’s body, rising to his feet.

this crucial moment, the butterfly tattoo on his arm persisted in

tattoo, resembling a living butterfly, gracefully flitted and fluttered across Haylan’s

“Heavy breathing…”

the couch, panting heavily,

she was engulfed in a searing agony that tore through her, rendering her utterly unable to withstand the

felt she had traversed the depths of the underworld. Every inch of her body was

of such a sensation was excruciating beyond

okay?”

a look at Mr. Jaber. He seems to be in a bad state,” Ceci uttered in a

her eyes

Mia hastily shifted

tattoos adorned Haylan’s body, with the butterfly tattoo springing to life,

tightly shut his eyes. He stood rooted to the spot, unmoving, while cold sweat cascaded

as she stepped forward, intending

tattoos, and I cannot be

against the mysterious tattoos within his body, requiring utmost concentration. He had no room or energy to spare

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

veins coursing through his body, the vital energy surged like a succession of razor–sharp blades,

vital energy, akin to a swift and precise blade, surged through his veins and

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

to his very being, each extraction resulted in