The Invincible Mercenary King novel Chapter 1

High above the sky, a silver plane was flying through the morning glow.

In the plane, Haylan Jaber leaned against the window frame and looked down at the rugged mountains below, feeling a bit edgy. "It's been eight years. How are Mom and Dad? With all the money I sent back, they must have moved into a big mansion," he thought.

He was twenty-eight years old and had thick brows and stunningly beautiful eyes. He was quite good-looking.

He had a worn duffel bag across his shoulder and wore a white tank top, a plaid shirt with jeans, and a pair of muddy cowboy boots. They were all cheap stuff, and he looked downright broke.

However, the cold, fleeting gleam in his eyes was sharp as a fine knife that could slice anyone's throat in the blink of an eye.

The stubble on his chin made him look older than he was.

Looking out of the window, he peered down at the familiar yet strange city below the clouds with anticipation in his eyes.

Eight years ago, he had left his hometown and gone abroad, ending up being tricked into the devil's den.

He'd been treated like an aminal there and gone through the darkest and most horrible things. That place was hell.

They put him through hard labor, took his blood, and sold it. They even wanted to take one of his kidneys.

Fortunately, before they did that, a group of mercenaries with masks broke in and saved him.

After that, he joined them and started training under the head of the mercenaries. He hid his identity with the mask they gave him and became a medic who supported other soldiers in numerous missions. Since then, he'd been living in anonymity as a mercenary.

Eight years had passed. Starting from the lowest rank, he gradually climbed to the top of the military ladder and became the Mercenary King, who was now known as the Sovereign of Shadows.

Under his command, Shadow Knights had killed drug lords, warlords, and generals and threatened the Lord of Whileal Kingdom. He'd been living on the edge, and gunshots were part of his everyday life, but he had also raked in fortunes.

Every month, with no exceptions, he would disappear from the army for a few days to meet a friend named Declan Jackett from his hometown and working abroad, asking him to help send a significant sum of cash home to his parents.

He didn't use bank transfers for fear that his parents' information might be leaked and his enemies might take revenge on them.

Haylan was sure that with all the money he'd earned as a mercenary in the past eight years, his family would have long got rid of poverty and lived a luxurious and carefree life.

"Mr. Jaber, thank you for your help."

At this moment, a young woman walked to his side and looked at him with an eager face.

She was a knockout with big eyes, curved eyebrows, sensual lips, and creamy, unblemished skin.

She was curvy with big boobs and willowy without a spare ounce.

It was hard to look away from her lovely assets.

She had an hourglass waist and long, slender legs.

Her face was angelic, but her body was devilishly hot.

She was a bombshell whom any man would easily fall for.

Her name was Reign Labenz. She was the CEO of a global business group.

A while ago, she had gone abroad on a business trip and been "accidentally" led into a war zone.

There, mercenaries attacked her, and all the guards she brought with her were shot to death. She escaped into the woods, but those mercenaries soon found and caught her.

Just before those vicious thugs assaulted her, Haylan walked out of the woods and killed all of them. Then he carried her on his back and brought her out of the war zone. It had taken her seven days to be in the clear and get on the plane home.

During this process, they inevitably had lots of close physical contact.

As a result, she treated Haylan very well, and her eyes brimmed with tenderness and gratitude when she looked at him.

"You're welcome. We're both from the Longhard Kingdom, and you were defenseless and all alone. Of course, I'd help you," Haylan said in a monotone.

Reign took out a gold-plated card and handed it to Haylan. "Mr. Jaber, after we return home, feel free to call me if you need help with anything," she said.

"Okay."

Haylan took the card and slid it into his pocket in an off-handed manner.

Reign saw that, and her lips twitched.

That was her personal card. Anyone with that card could get VIP treatment in all the companies she owned. Across the whole Longhard Kingdom, only about ten people had been given her personal card.

Many people would give their right arm for it, and those who had it all saw it as an honor and treasure.

However, Haylan didn't seem to care much about it.

"Anything else?" Haylan asked.

Reign furrowed her brows and felt a bit frustrated.

She was the wealthiest woman in the Longhard Kingdom. She had unparalleled privileges in the country and was met with respect and admiration wherever she went.

People scrambled to be in her good graces, yet Haylan was indifferent toward her. His distant attitude made Reign feel that she was so very charmless.

Seeing that Haylan had no intention of spending time with her, she said begrudgingly, "No. See you in the Longhard Kingdom."

That said, she turned around and returned to the first class.