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 a spy,

Haylan became so cruel.

pondered the situation, it all seemed to fall into place.

was a spy. With that thought in mind, he decided to

exposing the covert operative’s identity could spell a deadly catastrophe for

understood this

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sigh of relief. The words

that Noah might

two chatted amicably. The road became increasingly muddy underfoot, and they soon

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

is,” answered

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

much went down. He got pushed to

the

Haylan’s face darkened with emotion.

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

would that be

strolled with a somber

smoke a cigarette, Noah announced, “We’ve

take a look, and his expression turned

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

was surrounded by a garbage station, and the stench was unbearable.

worn–out furniture and a handful of

bed, swatting at mosquitoes out of sheer boredom.

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

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

weak

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

in his throat. It felt as if a rock was pressing down on his chest, suffocating him. So uncomfortable was he that

could still recognize Perry, his handsome buddy from eight years ago.

the school next door couldn’t resist slipping him love letters. He was definitely

was a tragic sight! Moreover, he lived in a dilapidated dwelling. The table was adorned

that some vegetables were already rotten!

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

the story of their lives. Their weathered

their foreheads and crept