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The Invincible Mercenary King novel 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 his 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.

"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?"

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