This was a more direct test, concerning Song Heping's personal motives and the true intentions of the forces behind him.
Song Heping chuckled inwardly.
Duke probably never imagined that he was doing this at the request of his old instructor.
He wouldn't know that everything he did was also contributing to his homeland in some way.
This was thanks to the image he had cultivated over the years—a military contractor and arms dealer who only looked at profits.
Quite good.
The Old America would never think in that direction.
For him, this was absolutely a good thing.
So, facing Duke's gaze, he deliberately squeezed out a look of helplessness on his face and said:
