Chapter 436


    With his hand raised up high, Donald countered by stabbing the center of Francesco''s palm with


    two of his fingers.


    "Argh!"


    When Donald''s fingers pierced through his palm, Francesco howled in excruciating pain as he


    recoiled from the attack.


    The moment he got a clear glimpse of Donald''s face, Francesco froze at his feet, as if he was struck


    by lightning. The look on his face gradually transitioned from bewilderment to panic.


    Crab face. Why is he here?


    As Donald pulled Reina back to her feet, he gave her a puzzled look as if the memory shards in his


    mind were raging turbulently.


    Reina, too, stared at him through the hair that covered his face with an equally baffled expression.


    Despite the familiarity of his clean-cut face, she was unable to recognize him still.


    When the shattered memories in Donald''s mind gradually rearranged themselves, scenes from the


    past began to emerge.


    That was the reason why he kept his distance earlier. And now, he had fully regained his memories


    of Reina.


    "Good sir... please don''t interfere!” Francesco called out.


    Donald, who didn''t even bother to give him a look, focused his attention on Reina. Sweeping his


    fringes aside to reveal his facepletely, he whispered, "I''m sorry I''mte."


    Jolted by his words, Reina stared at him in disbelief. The initial shock on her face was soon


    reced by an ecstatic expression.


    Subsequently, her eyes began to redden as she stared at Donald with a mix of smiles and tears.


    He''s alive! He''s really back!


    Looking at him longingly, Reina could feel the sorrow that had umted within her for the past


    year being washed away.


    Arnaldo was briefly stunned before wild delight filled his eyes.


    It looks like Reina is acquainted with Crabface!


    As for Francesco, a sense of dread began to overwhelm him, for he was well aware that Crabface''s


    power level was five million, simr to that of a humanized assault weapon.


    After letting down his hair to cover his face, Donald gradually turned around to face Francesco.


    Staggering back in fear, Francesco apologized, "Mister, I''m sorry-"


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    "You must be the one who sent the eighteen Golden Shield Technique practitioners." Donald, with


    heavy footsteps, approached him in an intimidating manner, as if he was the devil himself.


    With his disheveled hair, towering figure, and sharp suit, he looked harmless. In fact, one could be


    forgiven for thinking that he was a male model strutting down the catwalk


    Nheless, Francesco could feel the beastly aura Donald exuded alongside his approach. It was


    the same kind of aura that he felt from Jeffery''s body.


    "My senior overseas, Jeffery, has not demonstrated his power in thirty years. Hence, you had better


    weigh the consequences of your actions!" Francesco barked despite the terror welling up inside


    him.


    Sh*t, he''s the one who killed the Eighteen Copper Men. Who in the world is he?


    Unfazed by the threats, Donald continued to bear down on Francesco.


    "Die!" Francesco''s subordinates exchanged nces before letting out a battle cry. Armed with a


    myriad of prohibited des, all of them charged at Donald from behind.


    Even though Donald didn''t bother to turn around, Reina and Arnaldo''s hearts sank at the fearsome


    sight.


    All these men are elites who, when ced in the context of war, are considered members of the


    Special Operation Force.


    Faced with the swarm of vicious attackers, Donald gently raised his right hand and pressed an


    imaginary button.


    Buzz!


    Suddenly, the approaching enemies flew into the sky and disintegrated into dust.


    Francesco''s face lost all color as his pupils constricted.


    Despite the knowledge that Donald was powerful, he wasn''t aware of the true extent of the former''s


    power.


    More than ten members of the Special Operation Force were turned into dust without being able to


    react at all.


    Such a horrifying method made Donald look as if he wielded the power of the gods.


    This was the second time Francesco felt that his life was threatened. The first was during the


    Zodiac Challenge when he was almost killed by a single move from Golden Lord.


    "Please spare me! Please! I''m sorry!" Francesco, with his egg-like bald head, dropped to his knees


    while his body trembled uncontrobly.