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Located in a beautiful sea area, a luxury yacht is moored. On it, dozens of beauties with different skin and hair colors in bikinis are playing and playing.
On the top deck, a man wearing beach pants, curly black hair, and a big belly, holding a blond beauty in one hand, flirting with a woman, and smoking a hookah on the other side, being served by a servant.
"Abu Zai!" the man yelled, "Is my lunch not ready yet!? I'm almost starving!!"
Before long, a tall and thin man in a white chef uniform and a chef hat walked onto the deck. The man had a curly beard, dry cheeks, and long hands and feet.
He held a very large silver disc in his hand, and the heavy plate was as light as nothing in his hand.
"His Royal Highness Prince Rashid, here are the lamb chops you want with caviar and white truffle mushroom soup." Abu Zay respectfully put down the plate and lifted the lid.
An alluring fragrance floated out, and even the beauty in Rashid's arms swallowed.
"Oh, Abu Zai, your cooking skills always touch me so much. It's so right to find you to be my chef." Prince Rashid laughed, picked up his knife and fork, and began to enjoy the delicacies. .
Abu Zai silently took out a satellite phone and said: "His Royal Highness, I have something to trouble you."
"What's the matter?" Prince Rashid wondered.
"Please call your father, Chief Hassan, and tell him two things," Abu Zai said lightly.
"Huh?" Rasheed looked puzzled. "You say it again?"
Abu Zai said: "Please call Chief Hassan and tell him that the old man will be released within half an hour and the dragon knight will be truce."
"Hey!! Abu Zai!!!" Prince Rashid stood up suddenly and yelled: "What are you!? No matter what you are talking about, you dare to command me!? Why do you let me beat my father? telephone!?"
Abu Zai was unmoved, just picked up his collar and said to a button-like communicator on it: "Start to act..."
Not long after the words fell, dozens of steel ropes suddenly appeared on all sides of the yacht. After the hooks of the rope straps grabbed the edge of the yacht, dozens of fierce warriors in underwater equipment climbed onto the yacht from the water. !
"Tutututututu!!"...
A few soldiers who came up first used their guns to solve the bodyguards guarding several corners, and the entire yacht was captured in an instant!
The whole thing happened, and it took less than half a minute to finalize the situation, and everyone on the ship was stupid!
When the women playing by the pool saw the blood flowing and screamed, Prince Rashid realized the seriousness of the situation!
"A... Abu Zai! You... What did you do!?" Prince Rashid roared.
"His Royal Highness, you are the heir to the throne of the Emirates. If you die, your four brothers will get a big deal. I don't think you would want this to happen..." Abu Zai said.
Prince Rashid's complexion was uncertain, and seeing the black-clad amphibious combat army standing in all directions, he knew that he had been completely controlled.
"Who are you guys!?" Rasheed asked.
Abu Zhai respectfully patted his chest with one hand, and said, "divine-wrath!" towards the distant sea and sky.
It took three seconds for Rashid to reflect, and his face was pale, "You are from Inferno!? Because... Why would you be a cook on my boat!?"
"Of course it's because you admire my food, the prince, and you attracted me", said Abu Zhai.
"But... But the question is, how can you be a chef!?" Rasheed was going crazy.
Abu Zai said naturally: "My king leads us to freedom. We have freedom. Of course, we can do whatever we want. I like cooking. Don't you also like the dishes I cook?"
"Oh... Damn it!" Rasheed lost his temper completely, and stretched out his hand through gritted teeth, "Give me the phone, I want to talk to my father!"
Abu Zai nodded in satisfaction, and handed him the satellite phone, "Remember, there are twenty-five minutes left..."
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A medieval castle located in Audi, although it looks extremely old on the outside, it is surprisingly luxurious and beautiful on the inside.
In an elegant and delicate office, a handsome man with neatly combed blond hair is playing the violin.
The melodious sound of the piano came out of the window, and the birds in the forest also stopped for it.
"Mr. Brandon! Something to report!" A hungry gray-haired old man in a tuxedo walked into the office.
Brandon stopped playing, frowned and turned around, "What's the matter, Bob, don't you know, do I most hate other people interrupting my performance?"
"Sir, please atone for the crime, but the family issued an urgent order, saying that you must deal with it within half an hour!" Old Bob explained.
"Oh? What did my grandfather say?" Brandon looked serious. His grandfather is the current head of the Rothschild family.
Bob gave Brandon a telegram bound with a red string. In this family that respects certain traditions, the telegram has not been abandoned.
After Brandon opened the telegram, his expression froze as soon as he read it.
"How can this be… "
Bob cared: "Mr. Brandon, what's the matter?"
"Europe, North and South America, East Asia, and even Africa, all the businesses under our family have problems..." Brandon frowned.
When Bob heard this, he was shocked and said: "How could this happen? Why is there a problem with global business?"
"Because there are some fellow'believers' everywhere in the world... This is a mob, deliberately disgusting us..." Brandon clenched his fists.
Although Bob is only a housekeeper, he also knows that something goes wrong with the global business network, and even if the Rothschild family has money, it will suffer heavy losses.
Although the family will not fall, as a businessman, you can avoid losses, you must avoid it, and you must make a trade-off.
"Mr. Brandon, what does this have to do with you?" Bob asked strangely.
"You don't need to ask more, go out, I need to make a call," Brandon sat down sullenly.
Bob didn't dare to say anything, and left the study.
Brandon picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said: "General Robert, it seems that we have always underestimated the enemy. Lucifer said that he has retired in recent years, but he is actually playing chess all over the world in secret. what… "
Robert over there sighed, "You are the seventh member to call me. It seems that I don't need to answer the phone anymore. Miss Barbara's approach is really too radical. We misunderstood..."
"Haha..." Brandon smiled bitterly, "It seems that I am not the worst. In this case, General Robert, let Orlando stop, Lucifer... He can live to this day, it really depends on luck..." Mobile user Please browse and read for a better reading experience.