A Medieval Rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

"These many markets under our four people's control account for 46% of Alien Star's market share. If your products want to be sold in our territory, you must give us a 23% commission."


"This number, even a little less, will not work."


"And we're not just targeting your company; all the items sold in our territory require us to take a cut. It's the industry rule; you can ask around."


"I know, Manager Ward, that you used to deal mainly with channel merchants and not dealers, so you may not understand all this. But you need to learn if you don't know, no matter how you used to be. Be prepared to learn now that you've entered the industry!"


Jimmy Ward paused for a moment without speaking, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and took a breath before looking at the four men through the light blue smoke, saying softly.


"How long has my company's public relations been in contact with you?"


Chapter 322: "This mission might be the easiest one we've ever had in our career." _2