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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 223 Clear the Field

"Where's my old friend?!"

Adrian was in a good mood today.

As he walked into the musty tunnel, he was completely unaware that he was actually about to face major trouble.

"I heard he's in the loading room," Azhar said with a shrug, staying by his side. "He seemed very anxious."

"Is that so?" Adrian was somewhat surprised. "My friend doesn't strike me as an impatient person."

Chatting along the way, Adrian arrived at the entrance of the loading room; everyone entering had to wear a gas mask, and he was no exception.

After putting on the mask, the door was opened. Adrian walked in first, leading the way into the loading room.

"Old friend!"

A person wearing a gas mask came towards him, arms outstretched.

The man spoke in English.

Adrian did not recognize the voice.

As he was still puzzled, suddenly there was a noise from behind.

He whirled around to see someone standing behind the door, staring at him, pointing ahead.

"Who are you?"