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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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Chapter 252 Killing Intent

Eight o'clock that evening.

Istanbul, 56 National Street, Angela Cafe.

Song Heping sat at a small table by the window.

The cafe had two entrances, and this one was at the back door. If you turned right after going out the back, you'd end up in the congested and sprawling Old Town.

Though it seemed like a completely open and non-secretive place, Song Heping took a careful look around and noticed that there were only two old men sitting at the bar, drinking coffee and chatting. The other tables were empty.

Yet they were drinking their coffee until their faces turned red. When Song Heping walked in, he smelled alcohol on them and was initially surprised, but then he thought it seemed quite reasonable.

Though Turkey is a secular country, there are still taboos when it comes to faith, and alcohol is not something to be consumed carelessly.

So mixing alcohol with coffee wouldn't be a bad compromise.

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