Unlimited Son-In-Law

Unlimited Son-In-Law Chapter 436

Mercy With his hand raised up high, Donald countered by stabbing the center of Francesco’s palm with two of his fingers. “Argh!” When Donald’s fingers pierced through his palm, Francesco howled in excruciating pain as he recoiled from the attack. The moment he got a clear glimpse of Donald’s face, Francesco froze at his feet, as if he was struck by lightning. The look on his face gradually transitioned from bewilderment to panic. Crabface. Why is he here? As Donald pulled Reina back to her feet, he gave her a puzzled look as if the memory shards in his mind were raging turbulently. Reina, too, stared at him through the hair that covered his face with an equally baffled expression.

look, focused his attention on Reina. Sweeping his fringes aside to reveal his face completely, he whispered, “I’m sorry I’m late.” Jolted by his words, Reina stared at him in disbelief. The initial shock on her face was soon replaced by an ecstatic expression. Subsequently, her eyes began to redden as she stared at Donald with a mix of smiles and tears. He’s alive! He’s really back! Looking at him longingly, Reina could feel the sorrow that had accumulated within her for the past year being washed away. Arnaldo was briefly stunned before wild delight filled his eyes. It looks like Reina is acquainted with Crabface! As for Francesco, a sense of dread began to overwhelm him, for he was well aware that Crabface’s power level was five million, similar to that of a humanized assault weapon. After letting down his hair

a male model strutting down the catwalk Nonetheless, Francesco could feel the beastly aura Donald exuded alongside his approach. It was the same kind of aura that he felt from Jeffery’s body. “My senior overseas, Jeffery, has not demonstrated his power in thirty years. Hence, you had better weigh the consequences of your actions!” Francesco barked despite the terror welling up inside him. Sh*t, he’s the one who killed the Eighteen Copper Men. Who in the world is he? Unfazed by the threats, Donald continued to bear down on Francesco. “Die!” Francesco’s subordinates exchanged glances before letting out a battle cry. Armed with a myriad of prohibited blades, all of them charged at Donald from behind. Even