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

he could undoubtedly surmise that he was a spy, skillfully planted amongst a

was why Haylan became

it all seemed

mulled it over, he became increasingly convinced that Haylan was a spy. With that thought in mind, he decided to let the

identity could spell

this principle.

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a sigh of relief. The words seemed to lift

Noah might accuse him of

increasingly muddy underfoot, and they soon found themselves quite far from the village.

look like it leads up the mountain?” Haylan asked, surveying the rugged

it is,”

be here, Haylan said, his memory jogging.

much went down. He got

the

spoke, Haylan’s face

the mountain. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There weren’t any buildings, not even stairs. How could Perry, who was crippled, still be living up there? The

excruciating would that be for Perry?”

and strolled with

took to smoke a cigarette, Noah announced, “We’ve arrived.”

a look, and his expression turned even

greenhouse built in the mountains. However, there were many holes in the greenhouse

garbage station, and the

worn–out furniture

lay on the bed,

Additionally, there were many burn scars on his

the ability to move. His bones were so fragile that they protruded from

weak

his body betraying some underlying issue. Despite his youth, a weary look had taken hold of

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

malnourished, the young man could still recognize Perry, his handsome buddy from

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

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

that some vegetables were already rotten!

a kind couple in their sixties. Their snow–white hair gave them an exhausted look

story of their lives. Their weathered features spoke volumes about the challenges they

their foreheads and crept into