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.

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

a fleeting blade,

ground was instantly reduced to

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

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

intolerable. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a stark portrayal of his excruciating anguish

“Cough Cough Cough

His vital organs incurred substantial damage, causing him to expel a

Mia’s face contorted with worry

spoke with

gripped Ceci’s limbs, tightly

them. The tattoos on Ceci’s body writhed

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finally done!”

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

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

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

“Heavy breathing…”

on the couch, panting heavily, her body

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

the underworld. Every inch of her body was soaked in sweat, and she was utterly depleted, devoid of

such a sensation was excruciating beyond measure!

okay?” Mia hurriedly asked.

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

her eyes brimming with

Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted her attention to

the butterfly tattoo springing to life,

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

you alright?” Mia’s eyes filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to wipe the sweat

and

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

tapping into the depths of his Internal Strength with

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

akin to a swift and precise blade, surged through his veins and organs, systematically cleaving through, obliterating every butterfly tattoo in its path.

butterfly tattoos dispersed within his physique meant that achieving a thorough eradication would

these entities clung to his very being, each extraction resulted in self–inflicted damage, accounting for the