The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 2

Being stared at like that made the hair stand on the back of Xavier’s neck.

At that moment, he felt like he was under the gaze of an ancient demon, and all his blood instantly ran cold.

He stiffened, mouth hanging open, and couldn’t get a word out.

His instinct told him that Haylan was a tough guy.

“Hell. Who is this guy? Why are his eyes giving me the creeps?” Xavier asked in his mind.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and looked at Haylan warily, not having the guts to provoke him again.

“Gentlemen, please return to your seats.” A stewardess approached them.

“Boy, for the sake of the stewardess, I’ll leave you alone for now. After the plane lands, you’ll be dead!”

The stewardess’s appearance helped Xavier out. He shot a baleful glare at Haylan and hurriedly left with his girlfriend.

Two hours later, the plane landed at Lightdom Airport.

Xavier took his girlfriend off the plane immediately. As he walked, he talked on his phone, “I need some muscle. Send thirty men to me and tell them not to come empty-handed.”

A middle-aged man beside Haylan heard his words and said to Haylan worriedly, “Young man, you need to get away right now. The Lynch family is not to be trifled with.”

“Oh, what do you know about them?” Haylan raised his eyebrow.

“The Lynch family is big and has relatives in Lightdom Military Department. A rich guy was once at odds with Xavier because of a woman, and the guy’s whole family ended up being killed.

“You slapped him on the face just now. He wouldn’t let you get away with it.

“So before his men come, leave from another exit.”

The man talked hushedly and tried to persuade Haylan to escape.

“Thank you.”

Haylan gave the man a nod and continued, “You’re a good man. Thank you for your kind advice. I live in the slums in the Ruglane District of Lightdom City. If you get into trouble, come to me. I’ll help you out.” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

All the passengers in coach had seen him beat Xavier, but only this man came to warn him.

His kindness touched Haylan.

“My name is Yosef Zabel. It’s not the right time to brag, young man. Run for your life now,” the man said in a low voice.

He didn’t see what a guy living in the slum areas could help him with and thought Haylan was bragging.

“I like you. Keep my words in mind. Come to me if you get into trouble.”

Haylan smiled and didn’t explain. He told Yosef to remember what he said and then got off the plane with his duffel bag.

In the past eight years, he’d gone to many countries and even caused the downfall of some small

countries.

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The threat from the Lynch family was far from enough to unnerve him.

“Hey, you! Stop right there!”

When Haylan reached the airport exit, a roar was suddenly heard behind him.

Xavier bolted toward Haylan with a bunch of bulky, scary-looking men. They surrounded Haylan and gazed at him provocatively.

“What can I do for you?” Haylan asked, his gaze moving across their faces.

“Boy, you can’t beat me and get away with it. Now, kneel and apologize to me. I mat their punches when they beat you up later.”

let my men pull

Face twisted with malice, Xavier added in a voice full of venom, “Otherwise, I’m going to kill you.”

Once he finished his words, those heavyset men came closer to Haylan and towered over him with sullen looks.

“On your knees!”

They shouted, their voices deafening.

Haylan’s eyes turned icy.

Xavier had come back to take revenge on him.

“Now you know you shouldn’t have messed with me. Drop on your knees now!” Xavier spat with a smug grin.

Slap!

Before Xavier finished his words, Haylan smacked him hard in the face. Xavier landed on his back five meters away, and blood spurted from his swollen mouth.

“You talk too much,” Haylan said coldly.

All the burly men around Haylan were shocked.

None of them had expected Haylan to fight back when he was outnumbered.

Xavier held his face in his hands and spat out a few broken teeth. Blood streamed down his mouth when he roared, “Boys, kill him! Kill him for me!”

On his directive, those large men clenched their fists and charged at Haylan.

Some took out the baseball bats they had brought and swung them at Haylan’s head.

“You have no idea who you’re fighting with.”

Haylan’s eyes turned even colder.

Thumps were heard the next moment.

He moved as fast as lightning and dodged those men’s blows, appearing behind their backs.

The next second, those men all flew out like ragdolls and hit the ground hard, wailing in pain and unable to get on their feet again.

“W-What the hell?” Xavier was dumbfounded by what he saw and sat on the ground agape.

What happened just now was more like an illusion than reality to him.

All he’d done was blink his eye once, and all his men flew out and fell to the ground like a sack of

potatoes.

“Being rich doesn’t mean you can’t pick fights with anyone you want.”

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Haylan glanced at Xavier, picked up a baseball bat on the ground, and walked to him with a murderous look..

Seeing Haylan approaching him, Xavier opened his eyes wide in horror and moved backward. “W- What do you want?” he shouted, trying not to sound terrified.

Bang!

Haylan hit Xavier’s head with the baseball bat and knocked him out.

“You’re lucky we’re not on the battlefield, or you’d be a dead man now.”

Haylan cast one last steely glance at Xavier, then picked up his duffle bag and left the airport.

After Haylan left, Reign and her guards came out.

She’d seen what had happened from afar and was again staggered by how powerful Haylan

He’d taken down so many big guys within seconds.

It was hard to imagine what else he was capable of.

“Use all our resources to check his background.”

Reign pensively stared after Haylan as he walked further and further.

was.

Since the narrow escape in the woods, Reign had considered hiring someone to protect her 24/7.

It would be great if she could convince Haylan to be her personal bodyguard.

Haylan headed directly to the Ruglane District of Lightdom City.

He found where his house used to be from memory.

This place had changed a lot. With all those new tall buildings, he could barely recognize the old streets that led to his home.

“With all the money I sent back every month, my parent must be living in a big mansion now,” he thought.

As he walked, he imagined his family enjoying their lives in a big mansion and smiled uncontrollably.

Before long, he reached where he used to live.

It was a dilapidated bungalow that had been built many, many years ago.

When he arrived, a crowd was in front of the bungalow.

Curses and screams interspersed with the sound of things being smashed greeted Haylan.

“Charlie Jaber, you bloody old sod! Move out when I’m still willing to pay! Being a holdout won’t get you one extra dime! You want to play rough? Good. Let’s play rough!

“Boys, come on in. Smash everything in this house!”

That voice sounded furious and superior.

“A holdout? Charlie Jaber?” Haylan repeated those words quietly.

Then his expression changed. That was his father’s name!

He weaved through the crowd and got to the front. What he saw was like a punch to his chest.

His parents, whom he hadn’t met in years, were now pressed to the ground and beaten by a few fat

guys.

Both of his parents were in their fifties and had grizzled hair. Clad in rags, they were too weak to fight

back when those men kicked and punched them.

Charlie’s head was already broken and bleeding. He looked helpless but still tried to shield Haylan’s mother behind him.

Haylan’s mother, Felicia Jaber, had footprints on her cheeks and body, and blood was oozing from her lips.

Both of them had been beaten black and blue.

Boom!

Seeing that was like being daggered in the heart, and something inside Haylan snapped.

A wave of icy anger swept over him and made his eyes bloodshot.

Fury heated his blood, and the wrath that twisted his face was world-ending.

They are my parents. How could anyone do anything to harm the people I care so much about?” he bellowed inside.

At this moment, a guy raised the steel pipe in his hand and brought it down at Charlie’s head.

“Stop!”

Before it was too late. Haylan grabbed the guy’s wrist, stopping the sweeping pipe in the air.

“Back off! Who the hell are you? Back off before I beat you to a pulp too!” The guy snapped and looked daggers at Haylan.

Your name is Sam?” Haylan looked at him with red eyes.

The killing intent in them sent a prickle of fear down Sam’s spine.

But he didn’t let on, given that his underlings were all looking at them. Instead, he held Haylan’s and demanded. ‘Sam. Now what? Are you going to let go or not?”

Haylan locked Sam in his icy gaze and tightened his grip.

Crack!

gaze

The sound of bones being cracked was heard. Sam’s wrist bone was shattered, and the steel pipe fell to the ground.

“Ahhhhhh!”

A sharp pain shot up Sam’s arm to his brain, and he uttered a piercing cry.