NovelEnglishChapter 430 Donald Is Alive The Golden Sentinels said, “Let’s take him down together. We get half his
head each.” Chills ran down the care worker’s spine at the threat. How can there still be such cruel
people in this time and age? Raymond smiled without a flicker of fear in his eyes. “It looks like Tyrone
doesn’t have much time left. As for Francesco, I’ve seen him lately. He will have a catastrophe befall
him recently, too.” Bang! A member of the Eighteen Copper Men smashed the marble desk in front of
him before charging toward Raymond and grabbing his neck. Raymond’s breathing turned rapid, but he
merely shut his eyes. Ever since he heard about Donald’s death, his willpower had died along with
Donald.
His consciousness began to fade as he slowly gave up on struggling. As he gradually fell into
darkness, he suddenly sensed a faint golden glow appear in front of him. He was stunned by what he
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsaw when he opened his eyes. A tall, lean figure with shoulder-length hair was standing in the room.
The man’s dark, lush mane had obscured his face. The Eighteen Copper Men were stunned to their
core. The man with a chokehold on Raymond’s neck frantically released him, letting Raymond slump to
the ground as he rushed back to his team to get into formation, preparing themselves to attack.
Meanwhile, the Golden Sentinels were thunderstruck. It was as though a lightning bolt had struck their
preconceived notions into smithereens. All members of the Campbell clan had evaluation glasses on.
They could access the power level of the man standing in front of them and saw that the man
possessed a power level of five million. Through the evaluation glasses, they could only see a wall of
red. Their glasses weren’t for evaluating the power level of humans.
Instead, the glasses’ purpose was to measure the power level of assault weapons, such as nuclear
bombs, aircraft carriers, and intercontinental missiles. The power level of assault weapons ranged from
three to five million, but the glasses measured a five-million power level on a human. It was horrifying.
The man before them was practically unrivaled. “Who are you?” A member of the Golden Sentinels felt
a mix of emotions surging within his heart. Donald stood there motionlessly and merely stared at
Raymond dazedly. When he saw the fingerprint on Raymond’s neck and his flushed face from
shortness of breath, murderous intent stirred within him. “All of you… have to die!” he declared with a
hoarse voice. Raymond gasped as agitation filled him. I know this voice! The next moment, tears filled
his eyes. Donald had slowly raised his head, and his hair parted to each side of his face to reveal his
features. He had a handsome face. It was fair without a beard. His gaze was abnormally sharp. One
could even see a faint golden glow gleaming within his eyes. It’s Donald! “Donald!” The Eighteen
Copper Men and the Golden Sentinels were familiar with Donald’s face.
They could recognize him from a glimpse. After the initial shock, chills ran down their spines as
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcomprehension dawned on them. Donald was the one who defeated Javon from the overseas Order of
the Infinite with one strike. He was also the one who crushed Leviathan’s destroyer with a stomp of his
foot. He has a five-million power level! The men merely stood there, not daring to move even a single
muscle. A member of the Golden Sentinels wanted to send the information to the Campbell clan but
realized something was blocking his signal. It was Donald. His body was exuding some kind of
radiation that could jam signals. At that moment, Donald was still staring at Raymond. The tangled
mess in his mind began to unravel. Memories about Raymond were starting to unfold and filled every
corner of his brain.
“Grandpa,” Donald called out with a hoarse voice. He still had a lot of blank spaces in his memories
that he needed to scour for and fill in. His memories would only fully recover if he saw the person in
question with his own eyes. Especially Jennifer. Tears began streaking down Raymond’s cheeks. “It’s
good to have you back!” A member of the Eighteen Copper Men couldn’t stand the pressure Donald
exuded and chose to attack him first. With clenched fists, he charged toward Donald. The sound of
something slashing through the air echoed across the room.
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