The camera of the drone became a bit blurry.
“Donald hasn't eaten for a day. Will he be okay?” Reina asked in concern.
The few women gathered, frowning, as they could not come out with a good solution.
Jennifer saw Donald too. As she watched him drenched in the rain, tears welled up in her eyes.
She had never known that Donald had so many responsibilities on his back.
At exactly nine o'clock, Donald opened his eyes abruptly and looked forward.
A group of people had showed up.
Wynter and others squinted, staring at the monitor.
There were about ten people in black night suits. Each of them held an ancient machete that reflected a cold gleam.
They had considered using guns, but Golden Lord was well known to have never been afraid of guns.
He was so agile that he could even dodge a sniper rifle.
Therefore, close combat was the best option.
“Are they from Yartran?” Donald muttered indifferently.
The leader, who only revealed his eyes, said nonchalantly, “Golden Lord, there are too many people here tonight. You can't withstand all of them, so you should let us pass. Besides, I've wanted to fight you for a long time. I wonder if the legendary Golden Lord is truly invincible!”
With that, three swords appeared in his hand, aiming at Donald.
“Thiago Todd, the founder of the Three Swords Style?” Donald sneered.
Thiago was more powerful than Octavio. He was known to rank third among the fighters of Yartran.
Thiago did not say a word but waved his big hand. Ten of his subordinates immediately turned into smoke and disappeared in the rain. When they reappeared, they had surrounded Donald, and their bodies flitted around like ghosts.
Jennifer's heart pounded.
Just then, Donald took action.
His body emitted a golden ray in the darkness. He flicked his golden cloak that seemed to be sharper than a knife, sliding across the void in an instant.
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