The Invincible Mercenary King (Haylan Jaber)

Chapter 441

Xander possessed unparalleled strength, fearlessly facing every foe that crossed his path.

But now was not the moment to show off his strength.

The Sovereign of Shadows had entrusted him with safeguarding Sybil and Reign. However, if he were to leave their side in the presence of gun-wielding mercenaries, he couldn’t guarantee the women’s well-being.

“With such a formidable group of general-class experts, these mercenaries must have an impressive reputation. But why haven’t I ever heard of them?” Xander pondered, his gaze fixed on the mercenaries, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He immediately recognized the formidable strength of the four sword-wielding general-class experts stationed at the main entrances, north, south, east, and west, each boasting a minimum four-star power level.

They would be like mighty warlords at that level of expertise, even in the vast expanse of the extraterritorial battlefield. As fate would have it, these four extraordinary experts had come together, bound by loyalty to a single mercenary group.

The origins of a mercenary group like this were intriguing, leaving one to ponder deeply.

Sybil couldn’t contain her excitement as she looked at the multitude of mercenaries before her.

Was this what they called a kidnapping?

The air was thick with tension!

The frontier was a land of gripping duels and righteous retribution, where justice prevailed, and swords clashed!

However, as she witnessed the countless lives being extinguished, her face grew pale with terror: She clutched Xander’s hand tightly, her eyes wide with fear, and she dared not even draw a breath.

As a princess who grew up in the royal palace, she had never faced the storms of life or endured any wounds. She was so tender-hearted that she couldn’t harm even the tiniest creature, like an ant.

Now, faced with the gruesome sight of countless lives being taken, she was overcome with sheer terror, her essence shaken to the core.

“Xander, what’s our next move: Sybil’s voice quivered with fear.

“Don’t worry. We’re here for you. Nothing’s going to harm you,” Xander reassured her.

“We?” Sybil raised an eyebrow, her confusion evident.

Xander nodded, choosing not to elaborate.

With only himself to rely on, he could confidently lead Reign and Sybil to break free from the encirclement, even if it meant braving the open sea.

Sovereign of Shadows still lurks aboard this

a minor obstacle to him, especially with the

a bit scared, Reign showed more composure after enduring the trials of foreign conflicts. She spoke steadily, “Mr. Zoran, we need to find a way to reach

safe if we have Haylan

have a close relationship with Haylan?” Xander inquired

the chief of our security team at the company, and he’s come to my rescue in the past,” Reign nodded.

your man?” Sybil raised her

a relationship with Haylan?” Xander’s eyes widened in

This was Reign!

she shifted the conversation, saying. “This is not the moment to dwell on that. Our priority should be finding a way to get

frustration welled inside her, and she couldn’t help but wonder, “With everything that has happened, could Haylan still be out there, having a date with Christine?”

eye and assess the situation

brow furrowed slightly as she cast a glance

a gathering of over

held captive in the center, heavily guarded, and separated from the rest of the wealthy

swarmed with over two hundred heavily armed mercenaries, their ranks tightly packed and their

formidable assembly, even the most seasoned

mercenaries heavily guarded each of the four entrances.

and formidable aura that brought everyone to their knees, quivering

“Kill them!”

the crowd near the eastern entrance, swiftly

surged. His sword beams cut through the air, reducing the mercenaries guarding the entrance into mere fragments.

“How dare you!”

fury as he witnessed the scene. Without hesitation, he

at the sword-wielding General, he squeezed the triggers, unleashing a rapid barrage of ten shots that forced the General

Maverick, not even a sliver of

middle-aged man erupted into hearty laughter before charging outside and

“Cole?”

that General Cole of Flensburg is

shores, mastering the art of swimming. Once he ventures into the

the middle-aged man broke free and fled, many envious, jealous, and resentful looks swept across

merciless mercenaries, with hearts as cold as ice, ruthlessly eliminated every single guard of the Zabel family upon seizing the casino. The floor ran red with blood as

their fate would be a living nightmare,

Cole’s triumphant escape, he would be like a fish leaping in the vast ocean and a bird soaring freely in the

Chuckling!

sea god, wielding a trident. With a swift and merciless motion, he pierced Cole’s chest,