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.

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

akin to a

reduced to five irreparable

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

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

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a stark portrayal of his excruciating anguish that words could hardly

“Cough Cough Cough

befell Nicholas, Haylan, distracted by the ordeal, succumbed to the mysterious tattoos. His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to expel a gush of blood from his mouth.

Mia’s face contorted

It’s nearly done!” Haylan spoke with a

gripped Ceci’s limbs, tightly

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

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finally done!”

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

crucial moment, the butterfly tattoo on his arm persisted in its relentless crawl, gradually advancing

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

“Heavy breathing…”

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

away just moments ago, she was engulfed in a searing agony that tore through her, rendering

the depths of the underworld. Every inch of her

of such a sensation was

you okay?” Mia hurriedly

I’m fine. Take a look at Mr. Jaber. He seems to be in a bad state,” Ceci uttered in a frail voice.

upon Haylan, her

words, Mia hastily shifted

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

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

filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to wipe

and I cannot be

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

his senses, tapping into the depths of his Internal Strength

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

through his veins and organs, systematically cleaving through, obliterating every butterfly tattoo in its path.

meant that achieving a thorough eradication would necessitate

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