Chapter 522


    Chapter 522


    Rigorous Training “Argh!” Those who could be the Youngbloods’ manager in charge of the safe


    house had to undergo rigorous training. Yet, Tevin Youngblood felt that no punishment was as


    agonizing as the pain he was feeling. “I’ll tell you… Oscar’s in Heavenly Private Room.” Tevin could not


    stand it anymore. The past two seconds felt like years to him. Donald nodded and began walking to


    Heavenly Private Room with an umbre. Tevin then grabbed the hem of Donald’s pants and pleaded


    in a lowly manner, “Please give me the antidote…” Donald kicked Tevin away and muttered, “This


    poison will only be in effect for three minutes, so enjoy it.” Three minutes? Tevin could not even stand it


    for another second. The poison weakened every part of his body and made him unable to even end his


    own life. Steeling himself, Tevin then opened his mouth to bite his tongue.


    Nevertheless, Donald ignored Tevin, who was bound to die, and he continued forward. A few steps


    after, Donald encountered Sivert, who hade with a spear in hand. As Donald was there to raze Est


    Montaigne to the ground, he did not bother dropping the aggressive demeanor. Sivert, who stood


    opposite him, readied himself for a battle. As he held the spear in front of him, he uttered, “Who are


    you? How dare you barge into the Youngblood family’s Est Montaigne? Do you have a death wish?”


    “Scram.” Donald continued his way,pletely ignoring Sivert. What an arrogant fellow! In his fury,


    Sivert shot out his spear toward Donald’s throat. The tassel on the spear bloomed like a crimson flower


    and concealed Sivert’s hand motion from Donald’s vision. That way, Donald would not be able to guess


    where Sivert’s spear was going to go next. For Sivert, speed and agility were the best parts of his


    spear.


    He had already mulled over his next move. If his first strike were to fail, he would twist his spear and


    swing it downward before swiping it on the ground to force a gap between him and Donald. However, in


    the next second, Sivert’s n was disrupted. Normal people tend to take a step back at an iing


    stab, or they would use their weapon to block the blow. Yet, the spear was like a toy to Donald,


    He’s at least on par with a Novem Ste Warrior! I’m definitely no match for him! “Is that all you have?”


    Donald exerted a little more strength in his left hand and broke the head of the spear. Knowing that he


    was no match for Donald, Sivert fled. Donald sneered, and he flung the spear toward Sivert, stabbing


    his thigh. “I’m so sorry! I was a fool not to have recognized a powerful man like you! Please let me go!


    We bear no grudge against each other, and as long as you let me go, I’ll be your servant!” The more


    one tasted what power was like, the more fearful of death one would be.


    That was the case for Sivert. He had be a renowned fighter from an average person, and he had


    to put in much effort for that. Sivert did not want to die; he still wanted to continue enjoying his life, but


    was that a chance Donald would give him? In Heavenly Private Room, Oscar was wearing ck long-


    sleeved nightwear with a ss of red wine in his hand. At that moment, he was studying Jennifer, who


    was lying horizontally on the couch.