Chapter 211
“Fine.” Bryan stood up and added, “I’m not going to waste my time talking to you.”
He clapped his hands and suddenly, a brawny man came in through the door. It wasn’t just any brawny man, but Akio’s bodyguard, Octavio Sanders. One of the top ten masters of Yartran, the former head of the Yartran 250 field army.
“We meet again, Donald!” Octavio spoke inarticulately with a gloomy smile on his
face.
“Get rid of him,” Bryan ordered, waving his hands like he was chasing flies away.
Octavio slowly took off his top, revealing a terrifying tattoo on his body. It was an enormous eight-headed serpent – the totem of Yartran.
Bryan gave Donald an intense stare, made a throat-cut gesture, and left the room as he closed the door behind him.
“Mr. Ono really doesn’t like you,” Octavio said, walking toward Donald. “That’s why I’m here to break your neck tonight.”
Without looking at Octavio, Donald muttered to Lana, “Close your eyes.”

“What for?” Lana asked, giggling and unfazed.
“I’m afraid the blood will scare you later,” Donald replied.
Lana chuckled. “I’m not scared of that; I’m just scared of you.”
Octavio suddenly felt humiliated. Can I get some respect here? I’m here to kill, for goodness’ sake.
“Bastard!” Octavio exploded.
Donald’s expression instantly became indifferent and terrifying. As his face turned dark, he slammed his hand on the marble coffee table, turning it to powder.
Donald strode over to Octavio and said, “I really hate the word bastard!”
Octavio suddenly felt like he was hallucinating. Donald was like a mighty dragon coming out of the abyss, looking down at him condescendingly.
“Even Wolfgang and Amadeus would back down when they see me. Who do you think you are?” Donald’s temperament changed, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.
His murderous intent was apparent, and he was exuding an astounding aura.
Once Donald became furious, he would shake heaven and earth.
A faint golden light emitted from Octavio’s body as he took a samurai’s sword from behind his waist. With a lift of his feet, he charged toward Donald and slashed at him.
Whoosh!
An explosion sounded when he swung his extremely sharp blade. It was as if he had split the void open.
The samurai’s sword slashed at Donald’s head, yet he stayed still and lightly raised his hand, stopping the sword with his fingers.
At that point, Octavio felt it was difficult to advance further. His eyes widened as he looked at Donald in disbelief.
That blow would’ve easily cut off a ten-centimeter thick steel plate, but it wasn’t even enough to break Donald’s two fingers.
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