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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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373 Chs

Chapter 115 Time and Place

That evening, Song Heping decided to have Disaster Star and Hunter stay with him at the Cook Oil Field.

Even though both oil fields now had people stationed at them, relying solely on local mercenaries for security was hardly reassuring. It was necessary to have core members of the company present to hold the fort.

Song Heping had some doubts about the combat will of the Illiguo local mercenaries.

Combat will is unrelated to combat ability.

No matter how high one's combat skills are, without the will to fight, one would only be suited for battles with the wind at their back.

It is the core members who are the stabilizing force.

Dinner was had at the Cook Oil Field.

Since the company had recently made a good amount of money, their meals had also improved.

Disaster Star still had a robust appetite.

Half a sheep...

"Boss, why aren't you eating anymore?"

Hunter saw Song Heping suddenly stop eating and thought the food might not be to his liking.

"Tired of eating lamb?"