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.

being quivered with 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 from his grasp and crashed to the

vital energy, akin to a fleeting blade, flashed by instantly.

on the ground was instantly reduced to

fingers into a sword–like shape, causing the sword beam to quiver

solid as if materialized, sliced through the air, penetrating Nicholas’s shoulder and

torment, his pain almost intolerable. Blood seeped from the corner of his

“Cough Cough Cough

Haylan, distracted by the ordeal, succumbed to the mysterious tattoos. His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to expel a gush of

contorted

spoke

to disobey, swiftly gripped Ceci’s limbs,

body writhed and wriggled with astonishing speed, eventually congregating on Haylan’s

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finally done!”

hesitation, he released his grasp on Ceci’s body, rising

on his arm persisted in its relentless crawl, gradually

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

“Heavy breathing…”

exhausted, Ceci collapsed on the couch, panting heavily, her body drenched in

the butterfly tattoo crawled away just moments ago, she was engulfed in a searing agony that tore through her,

concluding, she felt she had traversed the depths of the underworld. Every inch of her body was soaked in sweat, and she was

such a sensation was excruciating beyond measure!

you okay?” Mia hurriedly

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

gaze upon Haylan, her eyes brimming with deep concern.

hastily shifted her attention to

more tattoos adorned Haylan’s body, with the butterfly tattoo springing to life, gracefully spreading across his heart and

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

she stepped forward, intending to wipe the sweat off Haylan’s forehead.

tattoos, and I cannot be

utmost concentration. He had no room or energy to spare for a conversation

senses, tapping into the depths of his Internal Strength

the vital energy surged like a succession of razor–sharp blades, penetrating and cleansing every butterfly tattoo adhered

precise blade, surged through his veins

physique meant that achieving a thorough eradication would necessitate a considerable amount of

very being, each extraction resulted in self–inflicted damage, accounting for the agonizing expression