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

As soon as Disaster Star left, Song Heping immediately pulled out a satellite phone to call Duke of Thunder.


No sooner had he spoken than Duke of Thunder was taken aback on the other end.


"God damn it, there's a whole Seal Team here, why was there no mention of this in the intel you provided?"


Duke of Thunder was left dumbfounded by the swearing.


It had never occurred to him that he would be cursed by soldiers he had trained.


When did anyone dare to curse him before?


This was truly a first experience like a shy girl on her wedding sedan.


But Duke of Thunder was still an excellent commander. Song Heping's motherfucking wasn't the point, the focus was on his mention of the Seal.


Chapter 408: Desperate Charge