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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 · 都市
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367 Chs

Chapter 230: Can't Hide Anymore

Mist turned back and gestured for Rabbani to get out of the way and stop causing trouble.

Rabbani could only retreat, but Song Heping quickly grabbed him, shook his head fiercely, and then gave Mist a stern look.

Mist immediately understood that letting Rabbani back away at that moment could potentially cause noise, which might lead to an uncontrollable situation.

Song Heping signaled Rabbani to wait in place and then gave Mist a meaningful glance, pointing ahead.

Truth be told, although they weren't trained in the same unit, their tactical awareness was remarkably alike.

Mist nodded immediately, indicating he understood.

Ahead was a bend.

The two of them tiptoed to the corner, knives drawn, waiting.

The sound of chatting was getting closer.

It soon reached them.

Just as the first silhouette appeared in front of them, Song Heping struck first, holding the knife handle backhand, blade outward, charging forward in a lunge while the blade hissed across the opponent's neck.