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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Urban
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374 Chs

Chapter 103: Worse Than Death

"Let's begin!"

Thomas had grown tired of wasting time on emotions and dialogue with Song Heping.

He realized he simply couldn't impose psychological pressure on Song Heping.

The most effective way to conduct an interrogation was to break the opponent psychologically.

Even if you couldn't do it at first, it was necessary to exert pressure through speech, creating a mental burden for the other person.

It was akin to placing a giant stone on the opponent's nerves first; using torture later would double the effect.

The dialogue with Song Heping made Thomas feel as if he were inadequately trained.

It gave him an illusion—

that he was the one being pressured.

Several strong men dragged Song Heping up from his chair and, like on an airplane, carried him to what they called a "massage bed." They then laid him face-up, and quickly bound his limbs securely.