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Tang Dao had come a long way from his humble beginnings, and he had no intention of stopping now. He relished the moniker of "The Lord of War," even if it came with a certain notoriety. To him, it was a badge of honor, a testament to his success in the world of international arms dealing.

As he read the headline in "World People Weekly" declaring that his most significant achievement was toppling Locke Martin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, the influence he had over world events, and the wealth he had amassed.

Locke Martin, a rival arms dealer of considerable renown, had once been a formidable competitor. But Tang Dao's shrewd business acumen, his ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and his unwavering determination had allowed him to outmaneuver and eventually depose Martin from his lofty position.

For Tang Dao, every fighter, every weapon, and every deal was a means to an end. His focus was on profit, influence, and achieving his objectives. He had built a vast network of contacts, navigated the treacherous waters of international politics, and exploited the chaos of conflict zones to his advantage.

He was not just an arms dealer; he was a businessman who saw opportunities where others saw only risks. He had the ability to turn strife and turmoil into lucrative deals, and he reveled in the challenge.

In the world of arms dealing, Tang Dao was a force to be reckoned with. He was a man who had risen from obscurity to become a power player on the global stage. And as long as there were conflicts, wars, and those who sought to profit from them, Tang Dao knew that his place at the top was secure.

The world might bow down to him, or it might fear him, but one thing was certain: Tang Dao was a master of his craft, and he had no intention of relinquishing his position as the Lord of War.

The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao, on the other hand, was back at the base, still fuming about the situation with Bernard and Cecilio. He knew he had to tread carefully and devise a plan to regain control of the Somali market. His thoughts raced as he considered his options.

Meanwhile, the sun was setting over the base, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. The employees were still busy with their daily tasks, unaware of the brewing storm that threatened their operations.

As the evening descended, Tang Dao couldn't shake the feeling of being cornered. Somalia was a harsh and unpredictable place, and he needed to stay vigilant if he wanted to protect his interests. He decided to gather his team for a meeting and come up with a strategy to counter Bernard and Cecilio's moves.

In the dimly lit room, surrounded by maps and weapons, Tang Dao addressed his loyal mercenaries. "Listen up, everyone. We've got a challenge on our hands, but we won't back down. We've built this business from the ground up, and we're not going to let anyone take it away from us. It's time to show them what we're made of."

The mercenaries nodded in agreement, their determination evident in their eyes.

Tang Dao continued, "We'll strengthen our alliances with the local tribes and power players. We'll make sure they see the value in doing business with us. And as for Bernard and Cecilio, we'll outsmart them at every turn. We'll use our resources, our knowledge of this land, and our sheer grit to beat them."

The room filled with a renewed sense of purpose and resolve. Tang Dao's words had ignited a fire within his team.

"We're a family here," Tang Dao said, "and no one messes with our family. We've faced challenges before, and we've come out stronger every time. This is no different. Together, we'll overcome this obstacle and emerge victorious."

The mercenaries cheered, their spirits lifted by their leader's words. They knew they were in for a tough fight, but they were ready to stand by Tang Dao's side, no matter what it took.

As the meeting continued late into the night, plans were drawn, strategies were devised, and alliances were solidified. Tang Dao and his team were determined to protect their turf in Somalia, and they were prepared to do whatever it took to secure their place in this unforgiving land.

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