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.

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

akin to a fleeting blade, flashed by instantly.

was instantly reduced

a sword–like shape, causing the sword beam to quiver with

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

of his mouth, a stark portrayal of his excruciating anguish that words could

“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

Mia’s face contorted with worry

steady. It’s nearly done!” Haylan spoke

gripped Ceci’s limbs, tightly restraining her.

The tattoos on Ceci’s 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

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

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

butterfly, gracefully flitted and fluttered across Haylan’s

“Heavy breathing…”

the couch, panting heavily, her body drenched in

in a searing agony that tore

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

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,”

gaze upon Haylan, her eyes

Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted her attention to

body, with the butterfly tattoo springing to life, gracefully spreading across his heart and

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

eyes filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to wipe the sweat off

I’m purging the tattoos, and

the mysterious tattoos within his body, requiring utmost

honed his senses, tapping into the depths of his Internal

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

vital energy, akin to a swift and precise blade, surged through his veins and organs, systematically cleaving

physique meant that achieving a thorough eradication

resulted in self–inflicted damage, accounting for the agonizing