“I'm going to look for him. I have to look for him now!” Jennifer squeezed out under her breath, her senses overwhelmed by remorse.
Why didn't I believe Donald? I've been with him for so many years. How can I not know what kind of person he is?
“Now I remember! This is Yartran's Hidden Arts!” Kevin panicked before turning his head from side to side to look at his surroundings. “What do I do? He wants to kill me! What should I do now? He's going to ask for five million from me! What now? He might be lurking near us right now!” Fear pulsed through him.
It would be far too simple for a top fighter who knew Hidden Arts to end his life.
On the other hand, Skylar's eyes glistened, seemingly lost in her thoughts.
In the next second, Jennifer rushed out of the house. Just as she reached the entrance of the neighborhood, she halted in her tracks and stood transfixed.
Where am I going to find Donald?
“Donald, I've made a mistake! Please come back!” Jennifer crouched down and began crying helplessly.
I must have broken his heart...
Half an hour later, Amadeus stumbled into Pollerton Translations' office.
At that moment, Akio was enjoying his time with several young models.
When he saw Amadeus with blood still on his neck, he stiffened. “Mr. Amadeus, what happened to you?”
Amadeus kneeled on the ground with his eyes bulging with fear. “Run, Mr. Ono! Donald is here!”
When Akio heard the mention of Donald's name, a look of disdain crept onto his face. “What a perfect time for him to come. Kill him. What are you scared about?”
Amadeus shook his head vigorously. “No, no. He's an extremely proficient fighter, and he wounded me grievously with just one hit! He's definitely a Novem Stella Warrior in hiding!”
Akio's heart lurched when he heard that.
He knew how mighty Amadeus was— the man was an Octo Stella Warrior and he was one of the top ten divine stage fighters of Yartran.
Yet, Amadeus had been grievously wounded by a young man that Akio looked down upon all along.
“Have all of the mercenaries gather now!” Akio roared as he got all worried.
Everyone in Pollerton Translations began moving. In the end, over three thousand men gathered.
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