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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 162 Loyal Ivan

"This is my good brother and the current boss of our company, Sang!"

As soon as Song Heping entered the restaurant, the chef couldn't wait to introduce him to his gang friend, Ivan.

"He's the most formidable tactics master I've ever seen!"

"Pleased to meet you, my brother!"

Ivan, still holding a drink in his hand, opened his arms and gave Song Heping a solid hug.

This guy was dressed in a white suit and a top hat, but under the jacket, he only wore a white tank top, revealing tattoo-covered skin that extended to his neck, with bizarre patterns appearing to be symbols and special markings.

This was the first time Song Heping had seen someone with tattoos that were both so dense and so numerous.

It gave the impression that Ivan wished to leave some pattern on every inch of skin one could tattoo.

The chef also had tattoos, but not as many, and located on his chest, normally out of sight.