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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 73: More Visitors

Song Heping had just left the warehouse when he heard Ali's agonized screams from behind.

At night, those sounds were truly chilling.

He couldn't be bothered with it, as long as the cook and White Bear didn't kill the guy.

The interrogation methods of Da Maozi were rumored to be impressive, and Song Heping wanted to see if they were really as legendary as said.

Once out of the warehouse, he got into his car, took out his laptop, and connected with Ferrari, who was still in the Green Zone watching the house, for a video call.

Ferrari seemed very excited to see Song Heping.

"Song, is there something you need me for?" he asked.

This time, he was a logistical support personnel and, therefore, did not participate directly in the operation. He stayed in the Green Zone to continue handling some administrative affairs since the company had just been established, and a bunch of procedural matters needed to be perfected.