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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 67 Disaster Star Umarov

Seeing everyone frozen as if struck by a spell, Song Heping realized something was terribly wrong.

Grey Wolf came over, pulled Song Heping aside, and whispered, "Are you crazy?! Why did you bring Disaster Star back?"

"Disaster Star?"

Song Heping continued to be clueless.

"What Disaster Star?!"

"The guy behind you, Big Beard!" Grey Wolf said. "Isn't his name Umarov?"

Song Heping nodded repeatedly, "That's right."

Grey Wolf looked at Song Heping with despair, "Do you know his nickname? He's a celebrity in our Baghdad mercenary circles!"

Song Heping was utterly confused, "What's it? GOD?"

He thought, does it have to do with a nickname?

Grey Wolf's expression was as complicated as a trap mine, "His nickname is Disaster Star. Do you know why he's called that? This guy came to Baghdad and in less than three months, wiped out four mercenary groups, averaging one per month."

"Wiped out?"