Novel & Cerita Rumbling Bald

"Rumble" In a mountain peak, there was a continuous sound of collision. It was as if the top of the mountain had been ripped apart by brute force, leaving behind only a few traces, leaving behind an empty space. On it, a man put his palms together and separated quickly. Suddenly, a white light flew out of his palm at a high speed, as if it was boiling. As a result, the whole space was filled with sounds of piercing. "Ah..." "Spare me!"

The middle-aged woman nodded. "Indeed. He ruined our plan, and killing him is the right thing to do. I didn't expect Fifth Elder to fail in doing so!" "Let me go this time," said a bald man. Standing at a height of six feet, his arms looked like dragons because of his bulging arm muscles and he had a rather gruff voice as he spoke.

Without hesitation, Frank rushed forward when a tall, well-rounded bald man appeared before he reached the graves. "Does no one ever listen?" He laughed coldly. Frank felt a powerful burst of energy from his words—he was clearly trying to make them obey, but they were not listening! "In that case, I'd just have to be tough on you!" At those words, a bead appeared on Baldie's palm, and it shot up to the sky! At the same time, an unusual energy converged and ultimately morphed into a monster. It was basically a pile of rotting flesh crawling with maggots. There was one empty eye socket on its head, but with the eyeball still attached, dangling with its nerves still attached.

As both men saw him walking towards them, they started trembling, even more, he was walking them as if a wounded tiger walked to his prey. The bald man saw his swollen nose and bruised face and he became shocked because he had strong memory and he knew that during their fight he could not hit him properly even once then how did he get these bruises? He jerked off his thought and looked into his eyes. His eyes seemed barbaric and the aura around his felt dangerous. Rohan Randhwa crouched in front of them, he coldly stared at them for a while, then he said to the bald man "Let's fight with me."

It wasn’t good as they watched me slow down to a trot as I walked up to the door. “Shft now,” the bald Beta barked, staring at me with cold brown eyes. His bald head and face were lined with wrinkles. From his awkward lean, his huge body is clearly tired and in pain from standing about waiting for me. One of them had the scent of cinnamon, a harsh, rich scent that repelled me. A peculiar thing considering Dex’s smoky scent made me dizzy with desire.

As we rode through the rolling hills, the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze was the only sound that broke the silence. Roland, usually a man of unwavering confidence, hesitated, his words caught in his throat like a bird struggling to take flight. I opened my eyes, my gaze drifting from the window to Roland, my expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Hmm?" I asked, my voice low and even, as if to encourage him to continue. Roland's face contorted in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as he struggled to find the right words. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound emerged. It was as if the words were stuck in his throat, refusing to be set free.

—stepped forward, chest puffed up. “You bastard! It’s because of you that I have this!” he growled, pointing at the misshapen scar on his forehead. Minsung’s grin widened, amused and unbothered. “Bald dick… you’re still here? I’d be ashamed if I walked around with a scar like that.” His words dripped with playful venom, almost daring them to attack. The bald leader snarled. “Go, boys!!” The group surged forward, fists swinging. Minsung’s eyes flicked over them, mentally counting: one, two, three… ten.

The bald man took a large sip of green tea and choked, coughing so violently it sent feathers flying from the startled cockatoo. “Bless yer throat, lad,” the tabby muttered, glaring at the rabbit who only shrugged. “Hope the mess isn’t weighin’ too heavy on yer mind, child.” It said referring to the bald man who looked like he was in his late fifties. The other creatures fell quiet, watching as the man slumped on a tall wooden stool. His droopy eyes, dull and colourless, stared into the tea like it could offer answers. Then the silence was sliced like stale bread.

the bald man complained to the burly bearded man next to him. The burly man had his arms exposed and was wearing a suit of armor on his upper body that revealed his sturdy physique. With his small eyes, he glared at Philip and Fennel viciously, and roared, “Are you the ones who beat my buddy up? You brats, stand up and fight with me!” Philip raised his eyebrows, glanced at the bald man, and said with a smile, “Oh, have you recovered from your injuries already? It looks like the beating yesterday wasn’t enough.”

“What are you doing out here?” “Nothing that concerns you” Alexander snapped back. “Well”, the bald man snickered, nudging his friend, “it looks like you’ve having some fun with the future Luna of White Forest to me, pretty sure that’s not allowed.” His voice dropped lower, more menacing. Alexander took a step forward, “and why would that concern you”, the wiry one had remained silent so far, he seemed to me the most dangerous and I stared at him as he sized Alexander up. They must have seen how impressively strong he was even if they didn’t realise, he was the banished Alpha Prince, there was no way they wouldn’t come out seriously injured if a fight broke out. However we were somewhat outn