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

Song Heping's scalp went numb from these two messages from White Bear.


He suddenly realized that he might have been tricked.


But this time, he vaguely realized that something terrible was about to happen.


The entire search team was one huge bait...


The real players and opponents were still behind them.


This thought zipped through Song Heping's mind like a shooting star.


He couldn't help but want to slap himself.


Encircling Wu Tunqin's troops was clearly a clever move.


But the cleverness was based on the assumption that the enemy had no reinforcements backing them up.


What if there were people lurking behind this armed force?


And this group of over a hundred seemed like the main force, but in reality, they were just bait?


Because this was not some large-scale combat.


It was merely a pursuit and search operation.


Chapter 407: Sinister Captain Harold