Novel & Cerita Invincible Old Man

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

“Ivor. Good to see you again. Your accident has left no scars.” He refused to take the hand that was offered. “There may be no scars but things have changed. We need to talk. Can I come inside?” “Please do.” He followed the old man into a brightly lit and well appointed sitting room. “Please take a seat. I believe you have a liking for expensive Scotch whisky. I bought some specially for you. I prefer vodka myself.” “Thank you, I don’t want a drink.” Vladimir motioned him into an easy chair and sat down in the facing one. He was quite an elegant man, well groomed and with a confident, cultivated air. “I was a good friend of your father, you know.” he offered.

"That's reassuring." Jarvis had a voice crack typical of an old man, giving the impression that he could fall asleep at any moment. However, his resume shattered that assumption. Despite his elderly appearance, he possessed immeasurable martial prowess. He had traveled the country, defeating opponents with a renowned name. When he was targeted by an international hitman in his old age, he killed them with a flick of a coin, earning him international fame.

The Old Man's face changed drastically, the seven burly men he gathered are all on the peak stage of physical strength and coupled with their bodybuilding, their combat skills should be more terrifying. “Attack him” The Old Man gritted his teeth and roared. Don Santiago tucked his guns in their holsters and dashed at them. Crackled! He grabbed one of the burly men's hands, and broke it, he swung his foot at another, and sent him flying, his movement sleek and fast, as he manoeuvred around the seven of them. A minute later, they lay on the floor, wailing and gnashing their teeth in agony, he turned around and faced the Old Man.

Should they just kill the old man and run away from the pack? The friends were sure they could handle him even though the old man looked nothing like his age: with a towering height of 6'4 and a strong build. His white beards and slight stoop on his back were the only indications that he was old. "Well! Well! Well!" The old man accentuated every word, a big grin on his face as he stood before the four friends. "look who we've got here. The rebel and his friends!" The old man announced, throwing both of his arms in the air dramatically like one who was starting a speech.

Author's Pov.:- " God! A huge salute to you guys. Your work is incredible. God! I'm so tired in just one round " Maverick said to the rescue team men as he helped them carry an old lady on the stretcher. They have rescued the sufferers from their houses and now they have come back to the camp as it's evening and now there's no more news of any stuck sufferers.

"If you do have, consider yourself dead little young man. My Anica is too sweet for revenge but her grandfather is not that kind, not to retaliate. Always remember that." I was too stunned to speak. I thought he is a good man, he was good at me when ai stepped into their house but I do know he have this side of him. It is actually scary because I know he is capable enough to scare the hell out of me. I am physically strong than him because he is a wheelchaired man but the way he speaks make me feel like touching him is also a bad idea. I got threatened by an old man who has a short time to live in this world but seems like even if he leaves this world, his power will remain working on his be

The old man's glare of disdain froze, caught in disbelief by Frank's speed. He promptly raised his arms to block Frank's oncoming punch. However, in just a split second, Frank switched his attack and spread his fingers, smacking the old man squarely in the belly! "Kneel!" His vigor purified as it shot out, the single strike left the old man coughing blood and dropping to his knees. The old man was horrified—Frank had to be the strongest man he had ever encountered! Even as he thought that, Frank had grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his expression impassive as he demanded, "Where is Hubert Sorano?"

Who wants to be considered an old man! "Is it really possible?" Jones blinked, looking expectant. “…” Peter was left speechless by the poor innocent expression of the old man, how could this little old man be any more despicable! "Real!" "Ai u~~ my dear, hurry up and give Grandpa a hug~" The old man winked his spirit in revival, stretched out his arms and hugged Peter, who was stuffed with meat, his face glued to his palm. “….Get out of my way for a bit!” While Jones is also a good-looking name, it was once! Was ever there!

It about to get ugly with this old man! * *