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

Lascano sat in the passenger seat of the van, listening to the radio about the helicopter crash news, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.


No matter how skilled in martial arts, one fears the kitchen knife.


No matter how clever someone surnamed Song is, isn't it just a matter of one Stinger missile?


Thinking about Song Heping's death, Lascano started whistling cheerfully.


Ever since his defeat by Song Heping, his confidence took a heavy hit.


Lascano, once a very arrogant Special Forces officer, had never tasted failure before.


Song Heping's emergence weighed down on him like a boulder, casting a lingering shadow.


While Lascano was still caught up in the excitement of killing Song Heping, the van passed through a remote road and approached a simple bridge with only about two meters of width.


The driver had to gently step on the brake and start to downshift, slowing down the van.


Chapter 562 Falcon Special Operations Platoon