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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 213 Simulation Behavior

Five hours later, Song Heping finally closed the dossier in front of him, rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, and glanced at Mist, who was sound asleep, reclined in the chair next to him.

His information consisted of over thirty pages, while Mist's file was only a thin six pages.

This was because the role of Han Feizhao, which Song Heping was pretending to be, was quite important to the operation. The ISA intelligence personnel wished they could include every trivial detail, from the age he stopped wetting the bed to whether his first love preferred a melon-seed face or a round face.

They strived to ensure that Song Heping could safely immerse himself in the persona of Han Fei. Thom, who was responsible for cooking that evening and not participating in the operation, stayed behind to watch over Song Heping and Mist like a teacher supervising a student in detention.