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

This time, Song Heping dared not linger and sprinted two kilometers straight away, finding a hole under a big tree by the river. He squatted by the entrance and imitated a couple of bird calls.


Morins crawled out from inside and, seeing the ghost-like figure of Song Heping in the darkness, excitedly reached out to grasp his arm.


With that grip, Morins caused Song Heping to involuntarily inhale sharply from the pain.


"Never mind that, it's just a superficial wound," Song Heping said, "Listen to me now, run north immediately, go to the ELN camp. You should still be familiar with the jungle here, right? Don't get lost. I can't protect you any longer. Make your own way and find reinforcements, then come back for me."


Chapter 365: Just Risking It All