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.

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 crashed

to a

instantly reduced to five irreparable

sword–like shape,

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

intolerable. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth,

“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 expel a gush of blood from his mouth.

Mia’s face contorted with

done!” Haylan spoke with a low,

swiftly gripped

vivid and unmistakable sight unfolded before them. The tattoos on Ceci’s body writhed and wriggled with astonishing speed, eventually congregating on Haylan’s arm, crawling and enveloping

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finally done!”

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

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

fluttered across Haylan’s skin, its presence undeniably ceric and dread–inducing.

“Heavy breathing…”

the couch, panting heavily, her body drenched

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

Every inch of her body was soaked in sweat, and she was utterly depleted, devoid of any

sensation was

you okay?” Mia hurriedly

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

gaze upon Haylan, her

hearing Ceci’s words, Mia hastily shifted

tattoos adorned Haylan’s body, with the butterfly tattoo springing

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

filled with concern as she stepped forward, intending to

and I cannot

within his body, requiring utmost concentration. He had no room

honed his senses, tapping into the depths of his Internal Strength

a succession of razor–sharp blades, penetrating and cleansing

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

dispersed within his physique meant that

in self–inflicted damage,