Chapter 5

No one knew that I was actually the chief instructor of a band of mercenaries that had slaughtered countless people in East Aria. In an abandoned building in Biet Nam, I faced off against a group of men who had no regard for their lives with a single dagger. I managed to lead my own men to safety without suffering a single casualty. In a drug cartel base in Lanmar, I had brought only a dozen men with me as we battled over 300 drug lords who were armed with assault rifles. We had emerged as the victors, unscathed. In the Dailan black market, the new mercenaries whom I had personally trained had defeated the human traffickers to the point where they were groveling on the ground and begging for mercy. When I first accepted the invitation from Tristan Grant, the head of the best mercenary group in the world, I knew that I would forever be engaged in an endless struggle against the most evil forces in the world. I had only endured such terrible hardship because I wanted to provide m