Francisco was baffled. Donald's physique is not as brawny as mine, nor is he as muscular as I am. More importantly, if he could've beaten me from the start, why did he keep dodging?
As if he could read Francisco's mind, Donald stared at the kneeling Francisco and uttered calmly, “I've been giving you chances. Unfortunately, your skills are not up to par, so there's nothing I can do.”
Francisco felt insulted. He's been toying with me by evading my attacks!
“I won't admit defeat!” Francisco bellowed.
However, the next second, his roar came to an abrupt end as Donald slapped him with his right hand.
Francisco's head spun clockwise in a one-eighty. After a series of bone-fracturing sounds, an eerie silence ensued.
The Penta Stella Warrior was killed with just a slap.
Looking at Diego, who had turned pale from fright, Donald suddenly lost interest in toying with him any further.
He had thought Diego was backed by some powerful figure, but now it seemed Diego had merely harbored ill intent toward Jennifer out of a whim.
After he led Jennifer out of the restaurant, she turned around to glance at the bodies strewn across the floor inside the eatery and asked worryingly, “Darling, will it be all right to leave them lying there like this? Will they cause us trouble in the future?”
Donald pinched her face and said, “Rest assured. I guarantee they'll never show up in front of you again.”
After all, that was a public place, and if Donald had slaughtered all those people to silence them, things would get out of control.
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