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Mercenary King: Got Question? Ask My RPG!

There was a classic saying that prevailed in the era of thermal weapons. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower." Don't believe? Looking at the muzzle of a cannon bigger than your head, and say it again? ... Starting off by being kidnapped, in order to survive, Gao Guang was forced to become a member of a private military contractor. And thus, an unexpected legend began to unfold... Stallone from [First Blood]? Jason Statham from [The Expendables]? Keanu Reeves from [John Wick], the one who's best at using all kinds of firearms? Come on, all of these are nothing compared to Gao Guang!! --- Finally, until one day, in the field of private military forces, he completely made the term "Gao Guang moment" became a professional term! Countless criminals, mercenaries, murderers, and private armed organizations would pee their pants at the mention of the name Gao Guang! "Hello, my name is Gao Guang." "I am dedicated to providing war-related peripheral services, including but not limited to force, arms, intelligence, and technical support." "As the conscience of the industry, our quality is trustworthy. Please don't hesitate, don't pinch your goddamn wallet, and make an appointment with my beautiful secretary as soon as possible. Warm reminder, we only accept cash." "Gao Guang, Your best choice!"

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Chapter 162 Situation Opens Up_1

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Many people think that Iraq is just deserts, that Baghdad is engulfed in dust storms, and thus, the people must be dirty. In reality, this impression is incorrect; the people here are very clean, and so are their homes, despite years of war and turmoil.

When receiving guests, one must tidy up neatly; this is the proper way to treat guests. Behaviors like coming out in a bathrobe earlier clearly indicate an unwillingness to talk more with Moussa and an eagerness to send the two away as soon as possible.

But now, when Moussa's uncle reappeared, he had shaved off the stubble that covered his face just a short time ago, and he had donned a long robe—a formal Iraqi attire, equivalent to wearing a suit. Moreover, he had spritzed on some cologne—not overpowering, just a faint, pleasant scent.