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.

energy akin to an iron hammer. With an explosive strike, he sent Nicholas hurtling through the air, his

to a fleeting blade,

reduced to five irreparable fragments, rendering it

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

sword beam, solid as if materialized, sliced through the air, penetrating Nicholas’s

corner of his mouth, a stark

“Cough Cough Cough

tattoos. His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to expel a gush of blood

contorted with worry and concern.

done!” Haylan spoke with a low, commanding

to disobey, swiftly gripped Ceci’s limbs, tightly restraining her.

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

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

persisted in its relentless crawl, gradually advancing toward the

a living butterfly, gracefully flitted and fluttered

“Heavy breathing…”

exhausted, Ceci collapsed on the couch, panting heavily,

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

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

sensation was excruciating beyond

okay?”

to be in a bad state,” Ceci uttered in

her gaze upon Haylan, her

Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted

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

pain twisted Haylan’s face as he tightly shut his eyes. He stood rooted to the spot, unmoving, while cold sweat cascaded

Mia’s eyes filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to wipe the

I’m purging the tattoos, and I cannot be

struggle against the mysterious tattoos within his body, requiring utmost concentration. He had no room or energy to spare for a conversation with Mia.

his senses, tapping into the depths of

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

swift and precise blade, surged through his veins and organs, systematically cleaving through, obliterating every butterfly tattoo in

abundance of butterfly tattoos dispersed within his physique meant that

being, each extraction resulted in self–inflicted