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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 77: I Let You Go

In the warehouse.

Song Heping handed a bag of food to the injured team leader Naxin, who had been shot through the arm by someone during last night's firefight and was now slinging one arm after being bandaged.

"Rest assured, it's Halal."

Song Heping said, "We have many locals in our company."

"Which mercenary company are you from?" asked Naxin, "Black Water? AAFES? EO? Or the British Sparta?"

The companies he mentioned were currently some of the more famous mercenary companies in Baghdad.

Song Heping shook his head. "We are 'Musician' Defense."

"Musician?" Naxin frowned, seemingly unwilling to accept, "I've never heard of it."

Song Heping said, "Does it bother you that you fell into our hands?"

Naxin didn't say a word but changed the subject, "Are you Chinese?"

Song Heping didn't plan to explain but just nodded. "Mmm."

He then said, "Naxin, I want to ask you a few questions and I hope you will answer truthfully."