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  Dai Si died, watching his subordinates flee in all directions, dead and gone. He knew that this war, which had not yet begun, was already lost.

  When Xiao Qiufeng entered, Daisy was wearing a very neat earl's cotton robe, wearing a hat symbolizing his status, and holding a wooden cane in his hand, just like the noblest gentleman in the West, quietly sleeping on the bed.

  And on his forehead, a bullet hole, at this moment blood is dripping, this old man, even if he has reached the moment of death, he still lives in this humble shadow.

  What a despicable yet somewhat pitiful old man, a lifetime of struggle, all for the sake of an empty social status, is it worth it?

  This battle killed a lot of people, but for the Divine Army, it was not exciting at all, because the Daisy Mercenary Corps didn't have any strong masters and almost collapsed with one blow.

  However, the benefits gained were not small, in addition to receiving their members, they also received all the wealth, which is why there was a kind of secret struggle for dominance among the various mercenary groups, and using war to sustain war was indeed the simplest and most direct method.

  The Devil Dogs Regiment suddenly increased from 2,000 people to 4,000 people.

  The temporary government officials quickly sent people over to collect thirty percent of the profits after the victory, to put it bluntly, they only wanted money and didn't care about anything else.

  This is a tradition, an established convention. At this moment, Xiao Qiufeng did not want to get into trouble with the local authorities, and there were tanks to take care of it anyway.

  However, the training of new mercenaries was personally supervised by Xiao Qiufeng. Although he had control over their contracts, they were previously under Deiss's command, so he didn't want them to cause any trouble.

  It was precisely because of his strictness that more and more people passed the first test, and their commissions also increased accordingly. The power of the devil further expanded, and those newly recruited mercenaries received even more commissions than before. Of course, there was no room for complaint, as this was also the blood rule of the Middle Eastern mercenary corps: the winner is king, the loser dies, and no one will sympathize with him.

  They are just poor people who sell their lives, selling to whom is the same, as long as the price is higher, it can make the children at home more stable, this is the best result.

  So after several days, the devil inside gradually stabilized.

  But the Northwest Alliance also came knocking on their door. They found Tank and said they wanted to form a new alliance, and humbly expressed their desire to ally with the Devil.

  To these people's nonsense, of course, no one believes, Dais is the best example. At the time of death, there wasn't even a single person who would lend a helping hand in times of need. Allies are just an illusion; when there are benefits to be shared, everyone wants a share, but when there's danger, it's every man for himself, and no one will take on another's burden.

  "Man does not offend me, I do not offend man; if man offends me, I must offend man."

  Establishing a mercenary camp in the Middle East, I never thought of gaining any benefits here, but just wanted to cultivate some of my own strength. No matter where, strong power is the capital for survival.

  So, no one is prepared to offend anyone, but if someone can't get along with the devil, then they have to accept the consequences of being killed.

  No matter what, the devil has changed from its previous low-key to become the most popular focus in Beiz City. More and more people choose the devil as their first choice when joining the mercenary camp.

  Not just because of the devil's power, but also because of their treatment.

  Another five billion dollars was transferred into the devil's account, anyway, Xiao Qiufeng didn't lack money at this moment.

  However, this massive transfer of funds has already caught the attention of Jin's golden finger.

  When he came to ask about it this time, Xiao Qiufeng did not hide it again and told him all about the mercenary camp in Beiz City.

  I thought this old man would scold a few words, but he didn't. After listening, he said with some satisfaction: "The Middle East, not bad, it's a good place to make money. Lately, I've been feeling quite bored, I think I'll go take a look, and meet the young master at the same time. I've received many messages, now I'm very curious."

  Xiao Qiufeng knew what this old brother's so-called curiosity meant, a familiar shadow that had turned into another person, and he certainly wanted to confirm it face-to-face.

  When he received Xiao Qiufeng's photo, he also thought that this kid had made a big deal out of nothing and had undergone plastic surgery. Even Luosi thought so at the time, and back then, Luosi only knew Shadow and didn't know anything about his family background, thinking that the Xiao family was his real family.

  "What's meant to come will come, anyway," said Xiao Qiufeng with a smile. "Alright, if you're interested, come take a look. There are some things that I'm afraid won't be believed even if told now. Let's talk about it when we meet."

  This matter, apart from telling older brother, also needs to let Rose know that it's not just about plastic surgery.

  An invitation card for a banquet has been delivered to Xiao Qiufeng's hands, with an unfamiliar name at the end: Mairo Jing Shang of the Mercenary Group of Sharp Thorns.

  After taking down Dais, Xiao Qiufeng knew it would attract the attention of the three major mercenary groups. However, he didn't expect that the first person to invite him would be Mai Luo. This name was unfamiliar to Xiao Qiufeng, but Tank's words let him know who this person was.

  "Ma Luo, is the chief instructor of sharp thorns, legend has it that among the three major mercenary groups, he is the number one figure."

  Xiao Qiufeng had already known that this was the e-country master who had obtained the title of Iron Blood King in the military's big competition, and his real name was actually Mai Luo.

  What does he want to do, demonstrate?

  In the late afternoon, a group of five people, Xiao Qiufeng, Tank, Li Qiangbing, Tiezhu and Wolf Tooth who wouldn't stop chattering. Originally, Wolf Tooth was excluded from the group, but this guy said he knew many high-ranking officials in Country E and also said that most of these military supplies were smuggled out of Country E, with very strong connections.

  Maybe he can help, so Xiao Qiufeng brought him along. Ma Luo's invitation, of course, was not just to ask him to dinner, there must be many reasons behind it. At this moment, except for Ma Luo, maybe no one knows, so having one more person also means having one more helper.

  Sitting in the newly purchased Jeep, a 20-kilometer journey wasn't very far. The five of us arrived at the largest hotel in Biz City when it was already pitch black outside.

  There was nothing unusual here, and there were no dark clouds in the air. The autumn wind stirred up a strong sense of exploration, but found nothing. With that, he nodded slightly, and the five of them walked into the Du Cheng Hotel.

  "Are you the guests invited by Mr. Mai Luo to attend the banquet?" A suit-and-tie hotel manager, who was standing at the front desk, walked over quickly as soon as he saw the five of them and asked politely.

  Xiao Qiufeng nodded and said: "Exactly, otherwise where is Mr. Mai Luo?"

  "Please follow me, Mr. Ma Luo has been waiting for a long time."

  Under the leadership of this man, the five quickly walked into the most luxurious dining department in the hotel. The fact that such a large regular hotel can be built here shows how capable the owner of this hotel is.

  A very large private room, a very majestic man, about forty years old, with an entire face that has an unyielding and unapproachable coldness, and on his body there is something familiar to Xiao Qiufeng, loneliness, the loneliness of a master.

  This man was Mai Luo, and behind him stood four robust men wearing mercenary attire. Their expressions were overly cold, like four iron blocks cast into iron men without any expression. Even their breathing was slow and drawn out, a characteristic of high-level internal energy practitioners.

  As soon as the five of them entered, Mai Luo swept a glance over the five people, and then his gaze locked onto Xiao Qiufeng alone. Some things are like the most dazzling pearls - no matter how hard you try to conceal them, they can't escape the eyes of a true connoisseur.

  "I am Mai Luo, this must be Mr. Xiao. I invited you here to pay my respects, please don't mind my rudeness." Mai Luo had already stood up and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Qiu Feng, and instructed the manager at the door: "My guest has arrived, you can bring in the dishes now."

  Xiao Qiufeng didn't sense any malice from the man, and smiled faintly: "Mr. Mai Luo is too polite, I should have come to visit first, but instead Mr. Mai Luo invited me, it's truly embarrassing."

  Some hypocritical pleasantries were exchanged, hands were shaken, and a ceremony was performed. Xiao Qiufeng sat down, while Li Qiangbing and Tiezhu stood behind him, respectfully emulating the four iron blocks that followed Ma Luo.

  The dishes were served quickly, with five or six waitresses taking turns to appear, and more than a dozen exquisite dishes had already been delivered to the table. In a poor place like Beiz City where birds don't even shit, the prosperity of the hotel was truly beyond Xiao Qiufeng's expectations.

  "It's so abrupt to invite Mr. Xiao, I'm sure it's very strange, please don't misunderstand, Mai Luo didn't have any malicious intentions, it's just that the recent battle of the Devil Mercenary Corps has been circulating everywhere, and I also heard that Mr. Xiao's subordinates are all top-notch Chinese martial arts masters, and my heart is yearning for them."

  Yearning for Chinese Kung Fu, this reason is also too frivolous. As Mai Luo's identity, he shouldn't be that kind of person. Xiao Qiufeng didn't show any expression, only lightly saying: "Mr. Mai Luo, please laugh at me, it's just a small trick, I don't dare to call it first-rate Kung Fu."

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