Yan Qi Guan

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".

Mercenaries, I Will Be King

Everyone saw Sonny, who weighed over 170 pounds, shoot up into the air like a flying man, only to be suddenly hung upside down in mid-air.


"SHIT!" Colonel James bellowed, "It's a trap!!"


In the darkness, bursts of muzzle flashes spewed out like venomous snakes hissing.


In the jungle ahead, several small bushes were snapped under the hail of bullets.


The 120-degree fan-shaped area directly in front of the small squad was plowed by bullets.


The shooting, which lasted for over twenty seconds, finally stopped after James's command.


Steam rose from the gun barrels of several Green Berets.


Almost simultaneously, Sonny, hanging in mid-air, screamed again.


In the light drizzle, James and his companions heard a rustling sound of something moving through the leaves.


Chapter 360: A Contest with the Green Berets (2)