The Invincible Mercenary King

“Are you playing some kind of drunken role–playing game, young man? So mysterious,” the driver burst out laughing upon hearing Haylan’s words.

“Haha! We were a bit tipsy and just having some fun.” Haylan laughed heartily.

With that, he took out a cigarette and handed it to the driver.

The driver declined the cigarette and simply remarked, “You youngsters sure know how to have a good time.”

Haylan smiled but remained silent.

After half an hour, the taxi finally arrived at its destination. Haylan paid the fare and stepped out of the vehicle.

This quaint little village was nestled in a remote area, far from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Noah took the lead, guiding Haylan to a quiet, rural road.

As they made their way into the village, Haylan noticed a few young men with cold and unfriendly glares fixated on them.

Haylan looked at them and didn’t think too much about it. He followed behind Noah and suddenly said, “Hey, Noah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide my identity.”

Throughout his career, he had managed to make plenty of enemies, Some were dangerous criminals, while others were ambitious individuals seeking to climb the ranks. Despite the fact that many of them had met their untimely demise, there were still those who continued to harbor ill will towards him.

Nevertheless, sin persisted like stubborn weeds that refused to die.

As long as there were benefits, there would always be those willing to take the risk and walk the path of evil.

Haylan’s mercenary corps put an end to the dreams of countless greedy and merciless individuals during the wars on the extraterritorial battlefield, obstructing their path to riches. Their iron grip on the battlefield thwarted many a would–be conqueror, leaving them with nothing but shattered ambition.

Preventing someone from achieving wealth was akin to matricide and patricide. It was seen as a heinous crime that would not be taken lightly

On the extraterritorial battlefield and at home, there were many people who despised him to the core. Some even dreamed of chopping off his head.

As a result, he couldn’t disclose who he was, not even to his parents. It was a secret he had to keep to himself

To keep his loved ones safe, he had to keep them in the dark. The less they knew, the better.

He considered, “Perhaps it’s best if they’re kept in the dark.”

“Got it I know everyone in your field has their own challenges. No worries, though, I won’t pry any further,” Noah replied

with a nod

could undoubtedly surmise that he was

Haylan became

pondered the situation, it all seemed

over, he became increasingly convinced that Haylan was a spy. With that thought in mind, he decided to let the matter rest. After all, there was no sense

covert operative’s identity could spell a deadly

understood this

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Chapter 143

far so good.” Haylan breathed a sigh of relief. The words seemed to lift a weight off his chest.

fretted that Noah might accuse him of disloyalty.

the two chatted amicably. The road became increasingly muddy underfoot, and they soon found themselves quite far

it leads up the

it is,”

Perry’s house isn’t supposed to be here, Haylan said, his memory

much went down. He got

the

spoke, Haylan’s face darkened

was seeing. There weren’t any buildings, not even stairs. How could Perry, who was crippled, still be living up there? The terrain

pondered, “How excruciating would that

a cigarette and strolled with

about the time it took to smoke a cigarette, Noah

to take a look, and his expression turned even

there were many holes in the greenhouse that could not block

was surrounded by a garbage

greenhouse contained old, worn–out furniture

man lay on the bed, swatting at mosquitoes

on his scalp. His hair was parted an inch to the left and an inch

violently and lost the ability to move. His bones were so fragile that they protruded from his skin. He couldn’t endure any type of physical exertion at

weak

eyes were dull and lifeless, his body betraying some underlying issue. Despite his youth, a weary

as if a rock was pressing down on his chest, suffocating him. So uncomfortable

could still

the day. Even the girls from the school next door couldn’t resist slipping him love letters.

body. It was a tragic sight! Moreover, he lived in a dilapidated dwelling.

inspection, Haylan realized that some vegetables were already

hair gave them an exhausted look that surpassed even the oldest of men

etched with the lines of hardship and struggle, telling the story of their lives. Their weathered features spoke volumes about the challenges

their foreheads and crept into the lines on their faces