Mercenary's War-Chapter 2137 - 2114: Now This Is Truly Miserable

Mario did something absolutely unbecoming of his status, and something Gao Yang should absolutely never do with his identity.

Inviting someone to your home, only for it to be a banquet of betrayal; the consequences of such actions would be grave.

There are two types of people you should never owe money to: intelligence brokers and mercenaries. The former controls too many secrets, and the latter represents the ultimate force. Therefore, the consequences of offending these two types are never pleasant. Of course, there’s a premise: they must be strong enough. An intelligence broker with no resources clearly won’t be taken seriously, and no one worries too much about a feeble mercenary.

If owing money is already unacceptable, then more serious actions are certainly out of the question.

Now comes the problem: Mario is undoubtedly the most formidable intelligence broker, while Gao Yang is the fiercest mercenary, with the strongest mercenary group.

The crucial point is that Gao Yang was introduced to Mario by Grand Ivan.

If Mario intends to harm Gao Yang, Grand Ivan will unavoidably be entangled.

Thus, what Gao Yang can’t understand is how Mario dares to host a banquet of betrayal for him. Given Mario’s status and position, he might not care about a mere mercenary, but involving Grand Ivan means Mario would be gambling with his reputation.

For an intelligence broker, reputation is the most important. Large sums of money can be earned just with mere words; without credibility, who would believe him?

Gao Yang looked at Mario curiously and asked, "Mister Cicero, are you mistaken? With my relationship with Justin, you shouldn’t be so sure I know where he is. Also, have you not considered the consequences of your actions?"

Mario coldly replied, "Consequences? A mercenary talking to me about consequences? Even if I kill you here, what then? Do you think I worry about a small mercenary group, Mr. Ram? Where do you get the confidence to think you have the qualifications to discuss this with me?"

Gao Yang said sternly, "Is Grand Ivan enough?"

Mario laughed with extreme disdain, "Grand Ivan, an arms dealer, the biggest arms dealer, and then what? Do you think Grand Ivan cares much about a mercenary? Do you think he would remember you once you disappear? Do you think even if he knows I killed you, he’d do anything to me? Don’t be naive. You are just a mercenary. To Grand Ivan, our friendship is worth far more than your life."

Gao Yang was stunned but quickly understood. Mario simply doesn’t know what his relationship with Grand Ivan is like. He has hidden himself too well, Justin has hidden him too well, and even Grand Ivan has hidden—or should I say protected—him too well, to the point that hardly anyone truly knows his strength.

Whatever is said now is struggle before the inevitable; it’s boasting. Gao Yang understood this but couldn’t help but say, "Mister Mario, you are gravely mistaken. As an intelligence broker, as the head of the Cicero Family, you know too little about me. I want to tell you, if you kill me, you will regret it. Grand Ivan won’t let you go, nor will my people."

Mario took a breath and impatiently waved his hand, saying, "Take him down, and get me the information I want."

Gao Yang raised his voice and shouted, "Mister Cicero! You might be at the top, but don’t forget we are the end of everything!"

Intelligence brokers, just intelligence brokers, they survive by selling intelligence. These people have money and information; they can hire numerous bodyguards to protect themselves. So intelligence brokers are powerful, offending them leads to a difficult life, but mercenaries, they are the embodiment of force. What mercenaries can do is fight.

Intelligence brokers have many means to make life miserable for those who offend them, but mercenaries have only one means, which is also the ultimate means: completely eliminate the enemy. From this perspective, mercenaries are more pure, and being purer means better at what they do.

Mercenaries are undoubtedly better at fighting than the dexterous intelligence brokers. Simply from the perspective of combat power, intelligence brokers cannot beat mercenaries.

Gao Yang wanted Mario to know that if he really took him out, forced Satan into a corner, the outcome would be mutual destruction.

But Mario refused to listen to any of Gao Yang’s explanations. Several strong men with guns pointed at Gao Yang grabbed him and slammed a rifle butt against his head, dragged him from the chair, and then tied Gao Yang tightly like a dead dog with straps.

Gao Yang wasn’t unconscious; he wanted to resist, but he didn’t have a gun. Even if he had a gun, there would be no hope of turning the situation around.

When ambushing others, a Gun God can exert unimaginable energy, but being ambushed, a Gun God is equally useless.

The key problem is that no one thought Mario, who had no interests or conflicts, would target Gao Yang. Even though Gao Yang had past dealings with Justin, when Gao Yang had made it clear he wanted to distance himself from Justin, Mario really had no reason to do this. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

And who knows how Number Thirteen is doing? Although pinned to the ground, hands and feet tied firmly, Gao Yang still worried about Number Thirteen and the others. Perhaps his identity was more important, Mario might not immediately go for the kill, but for someone like Mario, bodyguards are definitely dispensable.

For a moment, Gao Yang wondered if Yake had betrayed him, but he quickly dismissed that thought. He was convinced Yake would never betray him, would never betray Satan, absolutely not.

Mario had lost patience. Waving his hand, he said, "Take him to have the doctor interrogate him, and be careful not to kill him. I need him to speak."

Suddenly, Gao Yang felt genuine fear.

How Gao Yang treated captives, now Mario would treat him the same way. Recalling the Black Demon’s interrogation methods, Gao Yang realized he would rather be shot dead. Truly, compared to a fate worse than death, death is the most comfortable outcome; no matter how you die, it is definitely better than suffering a fate worse than death.

Someone tightened a rope into Gao Yang’s mouth, his hands tied behind his back, even his legs tightly bound. Now, Gao Yang couldn’t move even an inch, let alone resist.

Unable to resist, naturally, there was no chance of being shot dead immediately.

After tying Gao Yang, someone began searching him. They quickly found a mobile phone, placed it on the table nearby, and after searching him further and finding no other items, Gao Yang was finally carried away by two people.