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

Harold knocked on the door for a while but heard no sound from inside.


Usually, around this time, Aister would be at home cooking, waiting for him.


Could she have gone out to buy something?


He thought for a few seconds and then turned the door knob.


Harold noticed a person sitting on the sofa, a gun in hand.


Harold instinctively reached for his gun.


"Don't move," the other party warned, "That's not a smart move."


A myriad of thoughts raced through his mind.


Now, if only he could move backward, if only he was fast enough, maybe he could take a gamble.


But at this point, he couldn't worry about her.


Just as Harold was about to make up his mind to bet whether he was quicker or the gun was, footsteps came from behind.


Chapter 418 Blue Pill