The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt)

Chapter 6

Haylan’s face was glowering, and a murderous glint flashed across his eyes.

No one had the balls to stab him in the back when he was abroad. Even the royals had to think twice before they took something from him.

“Declan had no idea what price he would pay when he stole my money,” Haylan thought in seething.

anger.

“Haylan, how have you been these years?” Felicia asked with concern.

“Not too bad. Just working at different places,” Haylan replied.

“It must have been hard for you, my son.”

Felicia put a change of clothes in Haylan’s hands and caressed his face with an apprehensive look in her misty eyes.

The past eight years had been tough for her, and she believed that life must have been tougher for Haylan when he had to try to make a living in a foreign land.

Tears brimmed over and fell down her cheeks when she thought of the hardships Haylan might have gone through.

“Mom, I’m fine.” Haylan wiped her tears gently.

He felt wistful when he looked at his mother’s grey hair.

“Your clothes are dirty. Go get changed. You must be hungry now. I’ll make something to eat for you.”

Felicia gave Haylan a nod and patted his shoulder before leaving.

Watching his mother bustling around in the kitchen, Haylan felt very warm.

He walked into his room and closed the door. Taking off his clothes stained with the hooligans’ blood, he took out clean ones from his bag and put them on. He then lay down on his bed.

Being surrounded by the things he’d grown up with made all sorts of feelings well up in his heart.

It had been eight years since he slept in this room. This bungalow was dilapidated, but it was hist

home.

“Dad and Mom went through a lot in the past eight years. I’m going to make them live a happy life,” Haylan thought.

He had come back for a mission his master gave him.

After getting it done, he had no intention of going abroad again. His parents had aged a lot when he was gone, and he felt terrible about that. He wanted to keep them company for the rest of their lives. With that thought in mind, Haylan took out his phone and called his master. “Master, what is the mission exactly?”

An old voice sounded over the line. “The target hasn’t appeared yet. Just enjoy your life and do what you need to do. When the target shows up, I’ll call you.

“Master, I don’t want to go abroad again. After I finish this task, I want to retire.”

“Okay.”

After the one-word reply, the old man hung up.

Haylan kept holding the phone to his ear in a daze. He had thought it would take a lot of convincing.

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“Is this mission a trap?” he thought uneasily.

As far as he could recall, all the missions his master had sent him on had been impossibly difficult, and each time he’d had to try really hard not to come back in a box.

Besides, before every mission started, his master would give him special training, making his life a living hell.

But this time, his master told him to enjoy his life, which was confusing and unnerving.

“The dinner is ready”

Haylan was chewing on his master’s words when Felicia called out.

When Haylan came out, Felicia had made two dishes and put them on the table.

At this moment, Charlie came back with more dishes.

Felicia took them over and put them on plates. Haylan saw that they were all his favorite dishes: fried pork chop, seafood stew, beef stew….

Haylan had liked these foods very much.

“Haylan, your dad bought them from the restaurant you liked. Eat up,” Felicia waved to Haylan to take a seat and put lots of food on his plate.

Haylan started eating, and the familiar tastes brought up a lot of feelings.

These were the same foods he’d enjoyed when he was a boy.

He couldn’t get enough of the fried pork chop.

While eating. Charlie glanced up at Haylan and said emotionlessly, “Now that you’re back, just live with us. I’ll go find you a job tomorrow.”

“Dad, I can find a job myself.” Haylan said.

“You sure? You were gone for eight years and had no degree. What kind of job can you find?”

Charlie shot Haylan a frigid look and added, “Do what I say if you don’t want us to worry about you anymore. I’ll find you a job.”

“Fine. As you wish.” Haylan nodded resignedly.

Charlie took a quick look at Haylan and said nothing more. After dinner, he went out.

Haylan soon finished eating and went back to his room. He fished out his satellite phone and made a

call to Declan.

When he got through. Declan’s excited voice reached his ear. “Hey, Haylan, it’s been a long time since. you last called. Do you need to send money home again?”

What reached Haylan’s ear with his voice was deafening music and women’s giggles.

Obviously. Declan was on a bender and playing the field somewhere.

Haylan’s eyes turned frosty when he heard those sounds. He said with a deadpan face, “Yeah. Where are you?”

Tm entertaining some clients now and won’t return until tomorrow. You have to wait for a day, man.” Declan said and laughed.

“Where are you and your clients? It sounds like you’re having lots of fun. Maybe I can go there too after I go back, Haylan asked in a casual tone.

“DepSea Bar. It’s an expensive place. Nothing cool about it. I came here to cozy up to some rich guys. I must go. I’m busy now. See you tomorrow.”

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Declan didn’t get suspicious and hung up after telling Haylan the address.

“Sir, DepSea Bar.”

Haylan grabbed some change and left home with a sullen face. He hailed a taxi and headed directly to DepSea Bar.

It was a big, famous bar in a four-story building the size of a football field.

Its entrance was stately and magnificent, like that of a splendid palace.

Haylan paid the cab fare and got off the car. His gaze flicked to the bar entrance as he lit a cigarette and put it between his lips. He then strode in.

People were everywhere in the bar, and heavy metal played at full blast.

Men and women moved their bodies on the dance floor to blow off steam.

In the booths, many people were reveling in drinking and flirting.

In dark corners, some men and women were making out.

Haylan took a puff on the cigarette and looked for more than ten minutes to spot Declan in a booth.

He was in a crisp suit. His hair was combed back with hair gel. Surrounded by many girls, he was drinking, teasing, and laughing.

When Haylan met Declan abroad, he’d been a dishwasher and gotten bullied quite often. He’d been a downright loser.

But now, Declan looked like one of those successful businessmen.

No one would doubt that he wasn’t one, given his nice suit, polished shoes, and an expensive watch worth tens of thousands of dollars.

“Declan, who was the guy just now?” A sultry woman leaned against Declan’s chest and asked with a grin.

“Oh, just a foreign client.”

Declan laughed and continued smugly, “Let me tell you something. I started my business by making money off of him.”

He pointed at his head and added, “That guy is rich, but he gets a problem here. He sends me money every month. Sometimes six thousand dollars, sometimes 10 thousand dollars. There were even times when he gave 100 thousand and 200 thousand dollars!

“I remembered him giving me 1 million dollars in the very first month!

“It’s been eight years, and he’s still doing it.”

“Wow, he’s a big client.”

The woman was amazed and pressed herself tight against Declan as if he was the oxygen she couldn’t live without. She chuckled and asked, “Declan, what kind of business have you put all the money he gave you in?”

“Foreign trade, of course. Without that idiot’s money, I wouldn’t have gotten where I am today,” Declan answered with a complacent grin.

Over the years, Haylan had given him more than 20 million dollars. With that money, Declan started. a foreign trade company and a real estate company. Life had never been so easy for him.

Why foreign trade and real estate?

Actually, what kind of business he was in didn’t matter at all because the money Haylan gave him. every month was enough for him to live a luxurious life.

Haylan had been abroad and had no idea what was happening at home, which made Declan believe he could keep using his money without being found. He’d opened those companies to make more money to be closer to the upper-crust circle.

“So I’ve been taken as an idiot all this time?” Haylan hissed.

With his face taunt with rage, he walked to the booth, hauled up one of the women opposite Declan, and pushed her out.

Then he sat down and locked his piercing gaze on Declan’s face.

He didn’t say a word and stared at Declan quietly, with waves of wrath rippling off him.

Declan went all white with dread and shot to his feet. In a quavering voice, he asked, “Haylan? W- When did you come back?”

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