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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

Doesn't this sentence mean you've already given the other person the bottom?

Compared to the old fox, he still seems too immature.

"The big snake is ours after all. If you kill him, you have to show something, right? If I hadn't suppressed him, perhaps his subordinates would have rushed forward by now.

Right. After the death of the great snake, their internal affairs were not at all peaceful. Everyone wants to be the boss. According to the rules of the world, the murderer is the boss, but Jakes does not say so.

Robert turned around, walked forward, pulled out his gun and slammed it on the table: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Or do you think you can take a few bullets yourself? »

No less than a hundred people died under gunfire, even in cowboy races.

Jakes looked at Mavloka, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his body leaned back slightly, spreading his arms, "Mr. Wayne, we also want a face, why don't we give one a face?"

Robert picked up the gun, loaded it and pressed the safety button.

This action makes the opponent's heart beat erratically.

Then lying next to Jax's ear, he could feel his whole body tense.

Chapter 136