Chapter 1580

Hearing Su Chengfeng's sigh, Old He also agreed very much and said: "Old Master, there are too many dark sides overseas that are unknown, hiding dirt and filth, and fish and dragons mixed together!"

"Moreover, the more chaotic the place, the easier it is to nourish a powerful organization like the Cataclysmic Front!"

"It's just that I really didn't expect the Palace Master of the Cataclysmic Front to be so young, and I really can't imagine what kind of encounter this Wan Pojun had to be able to build a Cataclysmic Front with superb strength in such a short time! Ordinary people can't do it no matter what!"

Su Chengfeng couldn't help asking: "By the way, how is the financial strength of the Cataclysmic Front?"

"Also very strong!" Old He said seriously: "This kind of mercenary organization has very strong profitability!"

After a pause, Old He continued: "The revenue of the Cataclysmic Front is estimated to be at least 100 billion US dollars a year."

"What?!" Su Chengfeng asked in shock: "100 billion US dollars a year, this is opening a money printing machine!"

Old He explained: "Old Master, 100 billion US dollars looks like a lot, but don't forget, the Cataclysmic Front has tens of thousands of mercenaries. These mercenaries are all people who lick blood with knives, and their average salary is very high."

"Even for the most ordinary big-headed soldiers, if they don't have 100,000 to 200,000 US dollars a year, no one will do this kind of life-selling work;"

"Counting the high-level officers among the mercenaries, I think the average annual salary must be at least 300,000 to 400,000 US dollars;"

"With 50,000 people, just the salary alone is 10 to 20 billion US dollars a year."

"This is just the salary cost, not including base costs, training costs, food costs, transportation costs, and maintenance costs of weapons and equipment;"

"And the bigger cost is weapons and ammunition. A bullet is a few yuan, a grenade is hundreds, a shell is thousands or tens of thousands. When fighting a war, money is spent faster than it is printed."

"Moreover, for these top-ranked mercenary organizations, reputation is very important. Once casualties occur on the battlefield, they must be responsible to the end. If someone is injured, they must provide full medical care; if someone sacrifices, they must pay a considerable pension;"

Speaking of this, Old He summarized: "I estimate that the annual net profit of the Cataclysmic Front should be around 10 billion US dollars."

Su Chengfeng sighed: "10 billion US dollars is also very powerful! These people mix in places outside the law all year round and don't have to pay taxes. Whatever they earn is their own."

Old He nodded: "As far as I know, they are frantically expanding in Third World war-torn countries and preparing to build bases everywhere. It is estimated that the overall input cost is also very high. However, after they successfully take root in all war-torn areas, their strength will definitely be able to go up another level."

Su Chengfeng frowned and blurted out: "I really didn't expect this Wan Pojun to be so capable! In places outside the law, where there is no guarantee of basic personal safety, he was able to build a huge mercenary organization in such a place. It's really not simple! Compared to his simple-minded and reckless father, he doesn't know how much stronger he is!"

Old He agreed and said: "This person is indeed not simple, and I see he is very grateful for the kindness of the eldest young master to their family back then. If you can make good use of this, Old Master, maybe it can bring us greater help!"

Su Chengfeng nodded with difficulty, suppressing his excitement, and blurted out: "Yes, this is absolutely a once-in-a-lifetime good opportunity for my Su family!"

Half an hour later, when Lu Zhanjun, the five-star battle general of the Cataclysmic Front, was leading one thousand soldiers to detour toward Hamid's base in the valley, the Su family servants had already prepared several tables of sumptuous banquets.

Su Chengfeng enthusiastically invited Wan Pojun and his subordinates to take their seats at the banquet. While pulling Wan Pojun's hand and letting him sit beside him, he didn't forget to continue to climb relationships with Wan Pojun, sighing: "Pojun, if your father knew of your achievements today, his spirit in heaven would definitely be incomparable gratified..."

Wan Pojun thought of his late father, and naturally felt very moved in his heart, saying seriously: "I returned this time, besides avenging my parents, I also hope to tell them about my experiences over the years in front of their graves, to comfort their spirits in heaven."

"Should, should!" Su Chengfeng nodded repeatedly and asked: "By the way, Pojun, what specific plans do you have for taking revenge on the Ye family?"

Wan Pojun said: "I have already let my subordinates buy back our Wan family's old house with another identity. I will set off for Yanjing this afternoon, stay in the old house for a few days, and wait for my three Battle Kings of the Cataclysmic Front to finish their tasks and meet me in Yanjing."

As he spoke, Wan Pojun shot strong murderous intent from his eyes and said coldly: "By then, the four great Battle Kings of the Cataclysmic Front will gather in Yanjing, and other Cataclysmic Front experts will also rush to Yanjing from all over the world. On the day of Qingming, I will take them, as well as sixteen battle generals of the Cataclysmic Front, and hundreds of elites to kill my way to Ye Ling Mountain!"

Su Chengfeng's eyelids jumped wildly after hearing this and blurted out: "Pojun, if you really want to do this, Su will naturally go all out to help you seek justice for your parents!"

Wan Pojun shook his head and said seriously: "I want to avenge my parents myself. Old Master Su doesn't need to intervene!"

Su Chengfeng felt even more proud after hearing this.

He actually didn't want to participate in this kind of thing, because once he participated, he would have to bear the infamy together with Wan Pojun.

Wan Pojun himself was a mercenary, and didn't mix in the domestic rich circle, so he didn't have to care how people in the circle looked at him.

What was more important was that Wan Pojun was at least famous for a reason. After all, he wanted to avenge his parents.

But if the Su family also participated in this matter, then it would be famous for no reason.

Since it was famous for no reason, it would naturally fall into the hands of others, and Su Chengfeng didn't want to get involved in such trouble.

So, he waved his hand and said refreshingly: "I understand very well that you want to avenge your parents with your own ability. However, your Cataclysmic Front is a mercenary organization outside the border after all. If there is any problem in the country that is not easy to handle, contact me at any time!"

"Good." Wan Pojun responded and said with a firm gaze: "Please rest assured, Old Master Su. After I sweep away the Ye family, I will naturally go all out to find Uncle Su's whereabouts! My parents' funeral back then was all thanks to Uncle Su's hosting and handling. Later, when my parents' mausoleum was moved to Ye Ling Mountain, I also hope Uncle Su can be present to witness it!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Su Chengfeng said with incomparable emotion: "If Shoudao knew you had such achievements today and could return to the country to avenge your parents, he would definitely be incomparable gratified! You don't know, for so many years, Shoudao has always felt uneasy about your parents' death and didn't know how many times he had mentioned it in front of me..."

Wan Pojun clenched his fists: "I will definitely not let Uncle Su down!"