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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 117: Make a Friend

In the Arab World, "Avanti" is not a name, but an honorific used for a sage with great wisdom or someone of high status.

Through this title, Song Heping roughly guessed that the man with white hair in front of him was no ordinary Persian special forces officer.

The man finally opened his eyes, his gaze landed on Song Heping, and after a brief assessment, he revealed a kind smile.

That's right.

A very kind smile.

This was a demeanor not commonly felt from a special forces commander.

Typically, special forces operatives exude a killing aura.

One could feel it from just getting close.

Yet, the man in front was filled with indescribable authority, and at the same time, he had an indefinable sense of affinity.

It was as if you were meeting someone for the first time, but you felt a sense of immediacy, as though you'd known them for years.

"Salam."

The man called "Avanti" stood up and extended his hand.