Chapter 134

Some fight for dreams, some for revenge. And some don’t even know what they’re fighting for—only that, when a gun barrel is shoved in their face and they can smell the pungent stench of blood, there aren’t many choices left.

Milon Kozlov figured he was in the last group. He’d never considered himself that tough—not like those self-important gangsters or the arrogant lone-wolf mercs, burning through their lives with drugs and women.

He just wanted to make a living as a merc. To leave behind that sad, hopeless place he came from. But one thing led to another, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.