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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 285: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

A year ago, Song Heping might have indeed set a trap to directly eliminate the person tracking him.

But now, Song Heping considered more factors.

The underworld isn't just about fighting and killing.

It's also about human relationships and social norms.

Eliminating a tracker might feel satisfying, but it's a brainless move that could easily land oneself in a dilemma with no way out.

If the other party was from the CIA, though one could feign ignorance and claim it was a mistaken killing, it would still make life restless for "Musician" Defense afterward.

Now, what he wanted was to roast the CIA on the fire while having the military willingly endorse him.

Meanwhile, Simon completely underestimated Song Heping's capabilities.

He thought his tracking was undetected, but it had already been exposed.

The next evening, Song Heping went out on time to pick up Yusuf from his home.