The Retired King of Soldiers in the City
The day Liu Jinhu was discharged from the military, the entire special forces unit thought he was finished.
Five years later, the heiress of a multinational conglomerate knelt outside the dilapidated martial arts school he had invested in, begging him to teach her a long-lost ancient martial art.
His business rival sneered, “A loser the military threw out thinks he can compete with me?”
That very night, dirt on the rival’s company flooded the internet. The mastermind behind it all signed the leak “Dragonflame.”
His former special forces comrades came flocking to him, only to discover that the business empire he had built concealed an even more astonishing secret.
Then, when foreign enemies invaded, he ripped open his suit to reveal a body covered in scars.
“Code name Candle Dragon, requesting to rejoin the unit!”
Four in the morning. A border jungle. Rain poured in torrents.
The rain came down like a river from the heavens, hammering the thick banana leaves and vines with a deafening roar. The air reeked of damp earth and blood, with the faintest trace of gunpowder.
Liu Jinhu knelt in the mud. Cold rain ran from the rim of his tactical helmet down his neck, but he barely noticed. He was as still as a stone statue. Only the fingers gripping his assault rifle had gone faintly white from clenching it too hard. Through his night-vision goggles, the world glowed an eerie green. Not far ahead, a crude makeshift hut appeared and disappeared behind the curtain of rain.
“Scorpion” Aron, leader of Southeast Asia’s largest armed drug-trafficking group, was inside. Intelligence indicated that he was extremely dangerous, surrounded by elite bodyguards, and that the hut might contain a large cache of weapons and explosives.
The team leader’s low, clear voice came through his earpiece, cutting through the rain. “Candle Dragon, report.”
“Candle Dragon here. Target confirmed inside the hut. Visual protec...
