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

Haylan’s occupation, he could undoubtedly surmise that he was a spy, skillfully planted amongst a notorious gang

Haylan became so cruel.

situation, it all seemed to

spy. With that thought in mind, he decided to

operative’s identity could spell a

understood this principle.

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Chapter 143

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

Noah might accuse him of disloyalty.

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

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

it is,” answered Noah..

supposed to be

He got pushed to

up the mountain?”

as Noah spoke, Haylan’s face darkened

not even stairs. How could Perry, who was crippled, still be living up there? The terrain was treacherous, making it especially difficult to navigate up and down the mountain. It was a mystery that

“How excruciating would that be for Perry?”

cigarette and strolled with a somber expression.

about the time it took to smoke

look, and his expression turned even uglier.

there were many holes in the greenhouse that could not block the

was surrounded by a garbage station, and the stench

greenhouse contained old, worn–out furniture and a

lay on the bed, swatting at

a particularly handsome man, but several shocking scars marred his face. Additionally, there were many burn scars on his scalp. His hair was parted an inch to the left and

had been beaten up 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 all, and was

weak

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

and felt a lump form in his throat. It felt as if a rock was pressing down on his chest, suffocating him. So uncomfortable was he that he couldn’t utter a

man could still recognize Perry, his handsome

couldn’t resist slipping him love

many wounds on his body. It was a tragic sight! Moreover, he lived in a dilapidated dwelling. The table was adorned with only vegetables, devoid of

that some vegetables were

Their snow–white hair gave them an exhausted look

were etched with the lines of hardship and struggle, telling the story of their

foreheads and crept into the lines on