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Both sides continued to argue vehemently, but neither was willing to give ground, each standing firmly on their own position, talking until they were blue in the face.

"There's no need for further talk, our boss has arrived," Boketu suddenly noticed a small black dot appearing on the sea horizon and happily grabbed the binoculars for a look.

"Wait for our boss to come over and talk to you in person. What's your name?"

"I'm White Wolf," said the leader of the mercenaries.

Turning his head, he also noticed the object resembling a warship on the sea surface, quickly took the binoculars from someone else's hands, took a look, and couldn't help but be greatly surprised: "Is that a warship? A coastal combat ship? Is it manned by your people?"

"We have military Black Hawk Helicopters, do you think we'd lack a naval warship?" Boketu said with a smirk.

A group of mercenaries also secretly marveled, whispering to each other, discussing fervently.

Soon, the massive warship cut through the waves at a tremendous pace, approaching Jehovah Island's port and stopping near the bay.

Allen Zhang led his people onto the deck, looked at the mercenaries and Boketu's group, and bellowed through a megaphone: "I am Hanberger Juan Jin! This island is now my private territory, whether you're mercenaries or desperados, stop wreaking havoc on my land!! I order you, surrender your weapons immediately! Do not make futile resistance! Otherwise, I will consider any of your actions as a provocation against me and will bomb you without mercy!"

Qibatu activated the ship's cannon, aiming it at the coastline. Seeing the imposing manner, the mercenaries were shocked and immediately put down their weapons, surrendering obediently.

The few dozen millimeter cannon's dark muzzle, who knows if it's loaded with shells?

If it hits, wouldn't it leave black and blue bruises all over?

It would shatter you to pieces!!

The deterrent power of this colossal warship was far more frightening than a Black Hawk Helicopter.

Boketu and his men smoothly took over their weapons, while Allen Zhang nodded in satisfaction, thinking: There we go, it's wise to be aware of current affairs!

At hundreds of dollars a day, no one is paying you a salary now, what are you risking your life for.

He immediately ordered Qibatu to park the battle ship at the bay port, turning off the engines and unloading the yacht and the small boats at the stern.

A group of people rode the small boat to the island's port coast.

Calling it a port was a bit of an overstatement; it was merely a crudely built harbor for mooring boats, fine for accommodating private yachts and small cruise ships, but for a battle ship... sorry, that's a bit too frightening.

Allen Zhang led his people to land on Jehovah Island, looking at the distance factory construction with plenty of lines and concrete posts and approached a group of people.

Looking at the fully armed mercenaries, they had the basic infantry trio and carried AR and M4 series American firearms in their hands.

He asked, "Are you the mercenaries who worked with Priyan? Why didn't you leave in the chaos?"

"Sir, we want to secure a stable job. We signed a five-year contract agreement with Mr. Priyan, and there are still two and a half years left until it expires. He still owes us a penalty fee." The leading mercenary White Wolf promptly said.

"Then you probably won't get that penalty fee from him, because that guy Priyan is now in a vegetative state and can't fend for himself."

Allen Zhang laughed: "Perhaps Priyan's children would be willing to settle your accounts?"

Looking at the surprised mercenaries, he then gestured reassuringly and said: "However, no matter who you work for, seeing that you didn't loot the island's resources or valuable collections during the chaos, I'm willing to continue to honor the commitment Priyan once made with you and employ you to work for me."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jin," the mercenary leader was overjoyed.

"Don't celebrate too soon. If you don't prove your worth, or fail to provide me with enough security, I won't hesitate to fire you! After all, I'm not short on personnel; I have plenty of veterans and tough soldiers under my command," said Allen Zhang, waving his hand.

"Sir, we will definitely work hard to make you satisfied," the mercenary leader White Wolf immediately responded.

"How much was Priyan paying you each per day?" Allen Zhang asked again.

The team leader gets an hourly wage of sixty-five US Dollars; the deputy team leader gets sixty, and the team members fifty-five. Special technicians range from fifty to ninety dollars," White Wolf explained: "We work an eight-hour shift each day, rotating weekends off, and you can attend island parties. In times of emergency, overtime is paid double rate. Medical expenses for accidents are fully covered, and there's a minimum compensation of one thousand dollars and up to one million for casualties."

"That much?"

Allen Zhang was somewhat astonished, "No wonder you won't leave this island. With such high salaries, all you need to do is stay on the island, enjoy yourself, do your job, worry-free, and easily earn over ten thousand dollars a month."

This is far better than the blessings of a 996 lifestyle.

Even mercenary life, battling it out in places like Ukraine, wouldn't yield such generous pay.