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.

explosive strike, he sent Nicholas hurtling through the

akin to a fleeting blade, flashed by

firearm on the ground was instantly reduced to five irreparable fragments, rendering

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

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

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

“Cough Cough Cough

misfortune befell Nicholas, Haylan, distracted by the ordeal, succumbed to the mysterious tattoos. His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to

Mia’s face contorted with worry and concern.

Haylan spoke with a low, commanding voice.

daring to disobey, swiftly gripped Ceci’s limbs,

writhed and

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it’s finally done!”

and without hesitation, he released his

moment, the butterfly tattoo on his arm persisted in its relentless crawl, gradually advancing toward the vicinity of

tattoo, resembling a living butterfly, gracefully flitted and fluttered across

“Heavy breathing…”

panting heavily,

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

felt she had traversed the depths of the underworld. Every inch of

such a sensation was

you okay?” Mia hurriedly asked.

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

Haylan, her eyes brimming with deep

Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted her attention to Haylan.

adorned Haylan’s body, with the butterfly tattoo springing to life, gracefully spreading across his heart and performing an enchanting

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

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

and I cannot be interrupted!” Haylan

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

into

like a succession of razor–sharp blades, penetrating and cleansing every butterfly tattoo adhered to

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

that achieving a thorough eradication would necessitate

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