The Invincible Mercenary King novel Chapter 4

Haylan's voice rang in Harper's ears like a clap of thunder.

It sent shivers down Harper's spine, and he almost dropped to his knees. His head kept buzzing.

He gaped at Haylan with astonishment in his eyes.

"This guy has a booming voice!" he thought.

Charlie and Felicia stared after Haylan, a strange feeling welling inside them.

"Is he trying to protect us?" they wondered.

At this moment, Sam walked to Harper and pointed at Haylan with his menacing eyes fixed on him. "Harper, that guy beat me. You must make him pay!"

Harper gave Haylan a surly look and then turned around, slapping Sam on the face.

"You useless trash! You can't even beat someone like him?

"Get out of my sight!"

Being hit and yelled at, Sam didn't say anything and quietly moved to the side.

Harper lit a cigar before his cold eyes swung back to Haylan. "Man, you chose to stand against me the moment you beat Sam.

"If you get down on your knees and apologize, I can spare your life."

Harper spoke with smoke from his nose and arrogance written all over his face.

"Didn't you hear me?" Haylan asked with a gloomy face.

"That's my line," Harper replied, his eyes colder.

In the Lightdom City, wherever he went, people groveled with their tails between their legs.

No one dared to talk to him as Haylan did.

"Get out of here, now!" Haylan snarled.

"Haylan..."

Charlie and Felicia were startled by the homicidal look on Haylan's face.

"Is this Haylan's way of doing things?

"Provoking Harper like this is adding fuel to the fire, and the consequence is disastrous," Charlie thought anxiously.

"Shut up, you fool!" Charlie hissed and stomped his feet. His forehead was wet with sweat, and he had no idea what he could do.

There were too many people around them. Storming out was not feasible.

Harper's eyes glinted with malice.

He strutted to Haylan and stopped inches away from him. "Let me tell you something. The last man who talked to me like that was thrown into the sea," he said coldly.

"The last man who talked to me like doesn't talk anymore," Haylan retorted.

"You're dead!"

Harper's gaze sharpened as he suddenly raised his fist and threw it at Haylan's chest.

Slap!

Haylan lifted his hand and easily caught Harper's fist.

"What?" Harper's expression changed.

Bang!

Before Harper came to his senses, Haylan grabbed him by the back of his neck and bumped his head on the ground.

The floor cracked. Harper crumbled onto the ground, his head bloody.

He let out a cry and felt so unsteady, unable to figure out how he had ended up on the ground.

Haylan was so fast, and left him no time to react.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The next moment, Haylan held the back of his head and repeatedly banged it on the ground.

When he stopped, a dip appeared on the ground. As he lay dying on the ground, blood flowed from Harper's face, even more severely injured than Sam.

His blood soon colored the dirt beneath him crimson.

Everyone gasped.

Sam and all the other hooligans looked appalled.

They couldn't believe that Haylan had also beaten the living daylights out of Harper.

None of them had imagined it.

Charlie and Felicia were struck numb too.

They had braced themselves for a violent beating, but Haylan brought Harper down single-handedly.