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

that he was a spy,

Haylan became so

Noah pondered the situation, it all seemed to

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 in pursuing something that could put him in

could spell

understood this principle.

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a sigh of relief. The words seemed to lift a

Noah might accuse him of

road became increasingly muddy underfoot, and

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

it is,”

supposed to be here, Haylan said,

much went down. He got pushed

the

as Noah spoke, Haylan’s face darkened with emotion.

Perry, who was crippled, still be living up there? The

“How excruciating would that be for Perry?”

lit a cigarette and strolled with a somber

it took to smoke a cigarette, Noah

over to take a look, and his

many holes in the greenhouse that could not block the wind or rain.

surrounded by a garbage station, and the

contained old, worn–out furniture and a handful of

the bed, swatting

Additionally, there were many burn scars on his scalp. His hair was parted an inch to the left and an inch to

beaten up violently and lost the ability to move. His bones were so

weak

were dull and lifeless, his body betraying some underlying issue.

form in his throat. It felt as if a rock was

still recognize Perry, his handsome

heartthrob back in the day. Even the girls from the school next door couldn’t resist slipping him love letters. He was definitely the prince charming of many a young lady’s dreams.

there were many wounds on his body. It was a tragic sight! Moreover, he lived in a dilapidated dwelling. The

realized that some vegetables were

sixties. Their snow–white hair gave them an exhausted

lines of hardship and struggle, telling the story of their lives. Their weathered features spoke

suffering etched their foreheads and crept into the lines on their faces