I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 470 - 468 No Discounts, No One Leaves

The mercenary trade is pretty pure—keep your head where your belt is, and as long as you pay me, I'll do whatever you say, hit whoever you want me to hit.

If you don't die, you get rich; if you do, you croak. Those active in this place for a few years usually end up walking away with a few million, or even tens of millions, of US dollars and then live out their lives as happy wealthy men.

About risk, working for anyone involves risk. Even in a place like this, taking a dump might just earn you a grenade in the outhouse next to you—absolute safety doesn't exist.

So, for them, whoever pays more, that's who they'll work with, and that way, they can immediately save up enough money to get the hell out of this godforsaken place!

Going with Thornshark, they might take five or six years to achieve financial freedom, but if their pay doubles, they could cut that time by up to 80 percent, which is very tempting for them!

"We're in!" one of the mercenaries immediately tossed his gun aside, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he approached the two mercenaries who'd had their arms broken.

Having lost their arms, their combat capacity was nearly halved. With little to none difference in physical fitness and combat skills among the mercenaries, in this situation, they had no chance of resisting.

"Lucius, we've fought side by side for three years, brothers—you can't do this!" one of the mercenaries retreated, trying to protect his trousers with his broken arms.

"Hahaha, brothers? Sorry, in this place, there's only money, no brothers," Lucius, the mercenary, laughed, "If it were me injured right now, I think you would definitely choose the diamonds without hesitation, right?"

Those words left the injured mercenary speechless. To be fair, they had all come to this battlefield to make money. If it weren't for conflicting interests, they would've been willing to help each other out, as companions could sometimes save their lives.

But faced with a choice between so-called brotherly affection and diamonds, he would definitely choose the diamonds without hesitation!

"See, you hesitated." Seeing his wounded comrade's expression, Lucius revealed a cruel smile. If there had been any guilt in his heart before, now it was entirely gone.

"Smack!" Lucius didn't hesitate to flip his former comrade to the ground, beginning to strip his clothes off.

"Don't you guys want money?" Zhang Menglong asked the others with a cold sneer.

"My apologies!"

"Aren't the diamonds tempting?"

"I quit! $500,000 over $100,000—only a fool would choose the latter!"

With one leading the charge, the rest felt no psychological burden, and several burly men began doing unspeakable acts.

"Damn! Pink underwear? What kind of kink is this, and with strawberries?" Zhang Menglong made a disgusted face, "People under the strain of war get this freaky?"

"Holy shit! So small? Isn't he African? He's letting down the whole African population!"

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"Everyone, check thoroughly, in and out, don't miss any spot!"

"Ah! Don't touch everywhere!"

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"This image is too beautiful, I can hardly look," Zhang Menglong quietly walked away, thinking he might need a year to recover from the few seconds of this scene he had seen.

Even Sartre, having witnessed many scenes big and small, found this spectacle of forced homosexuality to be beyond his understanding.

"Is this the power of money?" Sartre had to admit, having money was indeed like having a superpower, but of course, this was predicated on protecting your assets well.

He believed that if Zhang Menglong hadn't shown that incredible, almost Magical maneuver just now, once he took out the diamonds, these mercenaries would turn him into a sieve at the first chance.

Minutes later, only the two mercenaries were left, clutching their clothes and curling up in a corner, eerily reminiscent of young lads who had just been violated.

As for the rest, they all stood respectfully in front of Zhang Menglong, but their gazes never left the diamonds.

"I, Zhang Menglong, keep my word. I won't ask you to serve me for a year for these diamonds; you only need to serve me until I leave Xuli, and then our contract will be over," he said.

"Boss, how long do you plan to stay here?" a mercenary, having changed the way he addressed Zhang Menglong, asked.

"At most three days," Zhang Menglong said, "The smell of gunpowder here makes me very uncomfortable. Huaxia is much better. I'm afraid I might turn abnormal if I stay too long."

"Three days?" They had thought Zhang Menglong would stay for months, but in just three days, they would earn more than 5 million US dollars—far more appealing than struggling for a year to earn just over a million dollars!

As for betraying Lucius? Men die for wealth as birds die for food. Even if Lucius had two extraordinary bodyguards, they believed that Zhang Menglong's Chinese kung fu was not inferior. None of them had ever seen someone crush the bullets in their magazines from a few meters away.

This must be the legendary "Inner Strength" of the Huaxia martial artists!

"Boss, we'll be your most loyal bodyguards for these three days!"

"Absolutely, even if you tell us to attack Xuli's government headquarters right now, we wouldn't blink an eye!"

"Good," Zhang Menglong nodded in satisfaction, "Now, join me in meeting Lucius."

"Yes, Boss!" The dozen or so mercenaries divided up the diamonds and excitedly stuffed them into their packs. They then quickly changed into their clothes with very serious expressions, fully aware that Lucius's turf was not easy to enter.

"Boss, after you!" Two mercenaries opened the door of the corridor for Zhang Menglong, while the others quickly donned new cartridges and coordinated with each other as they rushed in.

"How about it, is my spending power impressive?" Zhang Menglong smiled and looked at Sartre.

"You truly are something, Mr. Zhang," Sartre had never witnessed such a scenario. Just casually taking out diamonds worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of US dollars, was not something an ordinary person could do.

He couldn't help but take another look at the backpack on Zhang Menglong. He wondered how many more diamonds were inside.

"There's no need to wonder," Zhang Menglong said with a smile, "I own some of the world's largest diamond mines. You might need to transport my diamonds in several hundred trucks."

Sartre inhaled sharply. Such a display of wealth and power was truly terrifying!

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In a room on the third floor of the bar, a white man in his thirties was lounging on a sofa, watching several hot-bodied women dance. However, there wasn't much passion in his eyes; the only things that interested him were two: US dollars and attractive men.

"Boss, that Sartre should be arriving soon. I wonder how big of a deal he can make with us this time," said a bald, muscular man cleaning a gun next to Sartre.

"Boss, our demands for this transaction are so stringent, I wonder if it'll push him to the edge," another subordinate commented.

"Hahaha, what if it does? He should realize that he's the one begging me to buy weapons, not the other way around," Lucius said, "If he doesn't play ball, I can make sure he won't be able to buy a single bullet from any arms dealer in Xuli!"

"I wonder if the people he's bringing this time will be somewhat more delicate," Lucius licked his lips, "The people from around here reek of disgusting sweat or blood. If there's any good flesh, make them stay after the deal!"

"Hahaha, Boss, mind if us brothers get a taste too?"

"Haha!"

"Bang!" A loud noise erupted as the heavy metal door, weighing hundreds of pounds, was kicked flying.

Zhang Menglong, who had reached the door, had just overheard their conversation. Sartre had brought him alone, and by their talk, they intended to harm him—was he supposed to tolerate this?

The dust settled to reveal an Asian youth in casual clothes standing before them. "If you don't give me a discount today, no one is getting out of here!" he declared.