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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 · Urbano
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376 Chs

Chapter 19 You, hooligan!

Song Heping, who thought he was very professional, quickly realized just how unprofessional he actually was.

A few minutes later, when the chef parked the car in the underground parking lot of the departure hall, Angel stood up and gave Song Heping a slap.

"You thug!"

Looking at the angry Angel, Song Heping shouted in his own defense, "I'm a thug? I'm a thug?! I—"

Just as he was about to question for the third time how exactly he'd been "thuggish" to this stupid bitch, he suddenly noticed a bright red lipstick mark on the crotch of his trousers.

What the fuck...

This ...

He was suddenly at a loss for words again.

This was like having mud in one's crotch: not shit, but might as well be shit.

The position he had pressed on earlier caused everything to seem suspicious.