The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

“How dare you beat Sam?” 

Sam’s wails drew the attention of all the hooligans, and they all turned to glower at Haylan. 

Sam grabbed his broken wrist, his face contorting with pain, and yelled frantically, “Boys! Go on.. Chop him up!” 

He was infuriated. 

He had been a bully in this neighborhood for years, and no one had ever had the balls to hit him. 

All he wanted at that moment was to kill Haylan. 

Hearing his words, those hooligans shouted and threw themselves at Haylan. 

“You’re dead!” 

Haylan kicked Sam away, picked up the steel pipe on the ground, and dashed out. 

He agilely moved among the hooligans and struck hard and fast. 

Before long, bones were broken, and blood was drawn. All those hooligans were knocked off their feet and wailing on the ground. 

Haylan ended where he had started without a scratch. 

“W-What the hell?” 

Looking at his men on the ground, Sam staggered to his feet, and his mouth hung open with shock. 

Charlie and Felicia were astonished too. 

So were the others gathering around the bungalow. 

No one had expected the man coming out of nowhere to turn the tide so effortlessly. 

“You’re their head, right?” 

Haylan whipped his head around and examined Sam with penetrating eyes. 

Sam looked aghast and intended to beat it. 

“You can’t leave so soon.” 

Haylan’s face sank. He took a stride forward and kicked Sam on the ground. 

Sam was so scared but tried to look collected when he said, “I’m warning you. I work for Harper of the Quinern Group. You…” 

Slap! 

Haylan slapped him on the face and cut him short. 

“Did you just hit me?” Sam asked in a daze. 

“Yeah. And I’m going to hit you again!” 

Haylan grabbed the hair on the back of Sam’s head, his eyes grim, and banged it against the ground. 

Blood ran in rivulets from Sam’s seven orifices and down his face. He lay on the ground motionlessly like a dying dog. 

That scene made the hair of everyone at present curl. 

What Haylan did was brutal. 

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Haylan kicked Sam far away and snapped, “Get out of here!” 

All appalled, Sam’s lackeys picked him up and went out of sight within seconds like a bunch of frightened rats. 

Dropping the steel pipe, Haylan turned to face Charlie and Felicia and said, “Dad, Mom, I’m back.” 

“You’re…” Charlie and Felicia stared at Haylan and shook uncontrollably, with a look of disbelief marking their features. 

It had been eight years since Haylan left, and he’d returned a completely different man. Charlie and Felicia could barely recognize their son. 

“Dad, Mom, I’m Haylan,” Haylan said. 

“Haylan? My son…” 

Haylan’s words fell on Felicia like a thunderbolt. 

She looked Haylan up and down for a while, then tears poured down her cheeks. She ran to him and threw her arms around him, weeping. 

“Mom.” 

Haylan wrapped his arms around his mother, and his eyes turned misty. 

Charlie looked at them with eyes swimming with tears too. 

After a long time, Haylan let go of his mother and said to Charlie in a choked voice, “Dad, I came back.” 

Taking in his father’s grey hair, Haylan felt so contrite. 

His father had aged much more than he’d imagined in the past eight years. He must have gone through lots of hardships. 

Looking at Haylan, Charlie felt mixed feelings. He took a deep breath to calm down and then gave Haylan a hard smack across the face. “You stupid boy, you might as well never come back!” he roared. 

“Do you know how worried your mom has been all these eight years? 

“Even a kid knows to call back, but we didn’t get a single word from you. You didn’t even bother to make a call. Your mom almost went blind from crying. 

“You troublemaker, get down on your knees now!” 

Charlie trembled violently in rage. 

They hadn’t heard from Haylan for eight years and sometimes thought he must have died. The bitter memories of living in fear and worry made Charlie so mad that he slapped Haylan again. 

“Sorry, Dad.” Haylan sank to his knees. 

“I don’t need your sorry!” Charlie was beside himself with anger and raised his hand to hit Haylan again. 

“Charlie, don’t you dare beat my son!” 

Felicia hurried to them with red eyes and pushed Charlie away. Gathering Haylan in her arms, she 

scowled at Charlie. 

Charlie’s chest heaved, and he dropped his hand eventually. 

Clutching Haylan to her chest, Felicia had so much to say to him, but when she opened her mouth, all she could get out was. “You’ve lost weight, son. It’s so good that you’re back. You’re finally back.” 

Her heart tightened when she looked at Haylan. 

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His clothes were all frayed, and she thought the past eight years must have been hard for Haylan too. 

The thought of that made her feel so sorry for Haylan. She tightened her arms around him and couldn’t stop tears from trickling down her face. 

Charlie bent down beside her and dabbed tears off her face. 

After a long while, something suddenly struck him, and he said in haste, “Enough. Stop crying. 

“Sam is under the protection of Harper from the Quinern Group. Harper is a cruel and vengeful guy. He lives nearby and will definitely come to avenge Sam. Go pack up. We have to disappear for a while.” 

“It’s too late to escape!” 

Before Haylan could respond, a frigid voice sounded. 

A big, evil-looking guy appeared in front of them. His gaze raked over Haylan and his parents, and he asked in a bleak voice, “You’re the ones who beat Sam, aren’t you?” 

Behind him, fourteen thugs with weapons in their hands were marching their way. 

Sam followed right behind them. 

Their appearance gave the whole street an oppressive air. 

“That’s Harper Zeller, the best henchman in the Quinern Group. I didn’t expect him to come so soon. Run, Haylan!” Charlie said