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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 163 Mutual Brawling

The arms trade to Colombia that was embezzled thoroughly disrupted the first team-building exercise of the "Musician" Defense Company.

After Ivan left, the restaurant fell silent for a good while.

"Keep drinking!"

Ferrari suddenly broke the silence and stood up, raising his glass.

"Isn't it just a two million dollar deal? If we really got embezzled, let's consider it tuition. What doesn't cost a little tuition?"

"Chef, I warned you when you impulsively sold those arms. I said selling them thousands of miles away would make it easy to be embezzled, and look what happened."

The Chef sat there with an iron blue face, silent.

Ferrari moved to sit next to him.