NovelAppChapter 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.
Despite the familiarity of his clean-cut face, she was unable to recognize him still. When the shattered
memories in Donald’s mind gradually rearranged themselves, scenes from the past began to emerge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat was the reason why he kept his distance earlier. And now, he had fully regained his memories of
Reina. “Good sir… please don’t interfere!” Francesco called out. Donald, who didn’t even bother to give
him a 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 to cover his face, Donald gradually turned around to face Francesco. Staggering back in
fear, Francesco apologized, “Mister, I’m sorry—” “You must be the one who sent the eighteen Golden
Shield Technique practitioners.”
Donald, with heavy footsteps, approached him in an intimidating manner, as if he was the devil himself.
With his disheveled hair, towering figure, and sharp suit, he looked harmless. In fact, one could be
forgiven for thinking that he was 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcharged at Donald from behind. Even though Donald didn’t bother to turn around, Reina and Arnaldo’s
hearts sank at the fearsome sight. All these men are elites who, when placed in the context of war, are
considered members of the Special Operation Force.
Faced with the swarm of vicious attackers, Donald gently raised his right hand and pressed an
imaginary button. Buzz! Suddenly, the approaching enemies flew into the sky and disintegrated into
dust. Francesco’s face lost all color as his pupils constricted. Despite the knowledge that Donald was
powerful, he wasn’t aware of the true extent of the former’s power. More than ten members of the
Special Operation Force were turned into dust without being able to react at all. Such a horrifying
method made Donald look as if he wielded the power of the gods. This was the second time Francesco
felt that his life was threatened. The first was during the Zodiac Challenge when he was almost killed
by a single move from Golden Lord. “Please spare me! Please! I’m sorry!” Francesco, with his egg-like
bald head, dropped to his knees while his body trembled uncontrollably.
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