This was just David Harris's own opinion, but he didn't realize that, through five years of relentless tempering, his character had become increasingly tenacious, his will ever more resolute. After four years as the confident leader of the four-thousand-strong Wolf Army, he had gained far more than he imagined. At the very least, the murderous aura cultivated from killing on the battlefield made even the fierce Wolf Army soldiers afraid to speak loudly in his presence, let alone ordinary martial artists.

A month passed quickly. David Harris had imagined more than once how he would give his parents' killer the most painful death in his hometown. Whenever he thought of this, David Harris would reveal a cold smile that sent chills down anyone who saw it.

Charles Brooks saw all of this but said nothing.

Strangely, the Khitan army did not attack again in the following month, as if they were waiting for something.

Finally, a month passed, and the day for the Wolf Army's disbandment arrived.

The border commander felt both joy and anger toward this brave and fierce army. He was pleased because this army had never been defeated; many trusted aides of the great marshals came here to fight a few battles and could earn promotions. He was angry because this army had never wholeheartedly obeyed his orders.

This army was truly a headache, but in recent years they seemed to have restrained themselves a lot and hadn't caused any major trouble.

Now that they were finally to be disbanded, it was like a weight off his mind.

David Harris stood among the soldiers, waiting to receive his discharge order.

At last, he had survived the prison camp and could finally go home to take his revenge.

David Harris received his order to return home and went back to the camp. Since he had no other clothes, he was still wearing his uniform, just without the protective armor. He packed a small bundle. In fact, there wasn't much to pack.

He looked around the camp one more time, as if trying to imprint the life here into his memory. He gazed into the distance at the Khitan camp before heading toward the interior.

When passing through the checkpoint, he was hardly questioned at all. It seemed the soldiers had been instructed not to provoke these desperate men, so the procedures went smoothly.

It was still early, so David Harris decided to hurry on his way.

Not long after leaving the city, David Harris unexpectedly saw a group of familiar faces.

A group of people stood on the official road, led by none other than his Wolf Army brother Charles Brooks.

From afar, Charles Brooks saw David Harris and ran over, calling out, "Boss!"

David Harris asked in surprise, "Big Charles, you haven't left yet?"

"Waiting for you. Let's go together."

As they approached the group, everyone greeted in unison, "Boss!"

David Harris returned the greeting, "Hello, everyone. Why haven't you all left?"

Charles Brooks smiled and said, "Everyone's waiting to go with you, Boss."

"How can I accept that?" David Harris was still very moved; after all, they were comrades-in-arms. These were the people who had been closest to David Harris in daily life, and they had often sparred together.

They walked until nightfall. Anyway, they were used to camping outdoors, and someone always took care of everything. Everyone sat around the campfire, chatting.

Charles Brooks asked David Harris, "Boss, what will you do after you go home?"

Without thinking, David Harris replied, "Revenge. Kill the whole family of that dog magistrate."

"And after your revenge?" Charles Brooks pressed on.

David Harris didn't answer right away. "I haven't thought about that. Maybe I'll follow your example, Big Charles, and roam the martial world."

After saying this, David Harris noticed a special gleam in everyone's eyes and quickly asked, "What's up with you all?"

A former Emei disciple said, "Nothing. Boss, can we spar with you one more time?"

David Harris was puzzled. "Why the sudden interest? I've been asking you to spar for almost two years and you never wanted to. Why the change today?"

The man replied awkwardly, "We want to see how strong you are now, Boss."

David Harris suddenly understood. "Oh, I see. Are you coming alone?"

"Not alone, all of us." Charles Brooks took over, asking David Harris, "Well, Boss? Dare to?"

Hearing this, David Harris was filled with heroic spirit. He laughed and said, "Alright, you are all skilled martial artists now. Let me see where I stand these days."

Seeing everyone draw their weapons, David Harris said, "Blades and swords are blind. If I use a blade, I might not be able to hold back, so I'll just use a piece of firewood as a substitute."

He kicked up a burning stick and walked to an open spot.

If it were ordinary martial artists, what David Harris was doing would be a grave insult—not only not using a weapon, but using a piece of firewood to take on fifty or sixty people alone. But these people all knew how formidable David Harris was, so they didn't mind. They all jumped around David Harris, forming a circle.

Ever since Charles Brooks and the others had challenged him, David Harris had sensed that someone was secretly watching from a hidden spot not far away. However, the observer was highly skilled, so David Harris didn't expose them. He also vaguely guessed that Charles Brooks and the others' actions were related to those watching.

David Harris didn't expose it, since he still trusted Charles Brooks.

Seeing everyone was ready, David Harris asked, "Are you all prepared?"

When everyone nodded, David Harris said, "Today, I'll show you what your boss is made of. Kill—"

As soon as the word "kill" left his mouth, David Harris seemed to become a different person. He swung the firewood in his hand and charged into the crowd.