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In a beautiful area of the sea, there was a luxurious yacht anchored. On it, there were dozens of beauties wearing bikinis, with different skin and hair colors, playing around.
On the top deck, a man wearing beach pants, black curly hair, and a big belly was holding a blonde beauty in one hand and flirting with her. On the other side, he was being served by a servant, smoking a hookah.
"Abu Zayi!" The man shouted, "Is my lunch not ready yet!? I'm going crazy from hunger! "
Not long after, a tall and skinny man wearing a white chef's uniform and a chef's hat walked onto the deck. The man had a curly beard, thin cheeks, and long hands and feet.
He was holding an especially large silver plate in his hand. The heavy plate was as light as a feather in his hand.
"Your Highness Prince Rashid, this is the lamb chop with caviar and white truffle mushroom soup that you ordered." Abu Zai respectfully put down the plate and lifted the lid.
An alluring fragrance wafted out, and even the beauty in Rashid's arms swallowed her saliva.
"Oh, Abu Zai, your culinary skills always move me so much. Asking you to be my chef is the right thing to do." Prince Rashid laughed loudly, picked up his knife and fork, and began to enjoy the delicacies.
Abu Zai silently took out a satellite phone and said, "Your Highness, there's something I need to trouble you with."
"What is it?" Prince Rashid was puzzled.
"Please call your father, Chief Hassan, and tell him two things," Abu Zai said faintly.
"Huh?" Rashid looked puzzled, "Say that again?"
Abu Zai said, "Please call Chief Hassan and tell him to release the old man within half an hour and have the Dragon Knights stop fighting."
"Hey!" Abu Zai! "Prince Rashid suddenly stood up and cursed," Who do you think you are!? No matter what you're saying, you dare to command me!? What right do you have to make me call my royal father!?
Abu Zayi was unmoved. He just picked up his collar and said to a communicator that looked like a button, "Begin the operation …"
Not long after he finished speaking, dozens of steel ropes suddenly appeared around the yacht. After the hooks on the ropes grabbed onto the edge of the yacht, dozens of fierce warriors wearing underwater equipment climbed onto the yacht from the water!
"Tututututututu!!"
A few warriors who came up first used the guns they carried to take care of the bodyguards guarding the corners of the yacht. The entire yacht was captured in an instant!
It took less than half a minute for the entire situation to be settled. Everyone on the ship was dumbfounded!
When the women who were playing by the pool saw the blood and screamed, Prince Rashid realized the seriousness of the situation!
"Ah … Abu Zai! You … what the hell did you do!? "Prince Rashid roared.
"Your Royal Highness, you are the first-in-line successor to the throne of the Emirate. If you die, your four brothers will benefit greatly from it. I'm sure you don't want that to happen …" Abu Zai said.
Prince Rashid's expression was uncertain. Looking at the amphibious troops in black standing in all directions, he knew that he was completely under their control.
"Who the hell are you!?" Rashid asked.
Abu Zai respectfully patted his chest with one hand and said towards the distant sea sky, "Divine-Wrath!"
It took Rashid three seconds to react. His face immediately turned ashen, "You're from INFERNO!?" Why … Why are you a chef on my ship!?
"" Of course it's because you, Prince, appreciate my dishes and recruited me, "Abu Zai said.
"But the question is, how could you be a chef!?" Rashid was about to go crazy.
Abu Zai said matter-of-factly, "Our king led us to freedom. We have freedom, so of course we can do whatever we want. I like to cook, don't you like my cooking too?"
"Oh..." Damn it! "Rashid completely lost his temper. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand," 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 only twenty-five minutes left …"
… ….
In a medieval castle in Austria, although it looked incomparably old from the outside, it was surprisingly luxurious and beautiful inside.
In an elegant and exquisite office, a handsome man with neatly combed blonde hair was playing the violin.
The melodious sound of the zither came out of the window, and the birds in the forest also stopped.
"Mr. Brandon! I have something to report! "A hungry, gray-haired old man in a tuxedo walked into the office.
Brandon stopped playing and turned around with a frown. "What's wrong, Bob? Don't you know that I hate it when people disturb my performance?"
"Sir, please forgive me. It's just that the family has issued an urgent order that you must deal with it within half an hour!" Old Bob explained.
"Oh? What did my grandpa say? "Brandon's expression became serious. His grandpa was the current head of the Rothschild Family.
Bob gave a telegram tied with a red string to Brandon. In this family that respected certain traditions, telegrams had not been abandoned.
After Brandon opened the telegram, his expression froze after reading it.
"How... how could this be..."
Bob asked with concern, "Mr. Brandon, what happened?"
"Europe, North America, South America, East Asia, and even Africa, all the businesses of our family are in trouble..." Brandon frowned.
Hearing that, Bob turned pale with fright. "How could this be? How could the businesses all over the world be in trouble?"
"Because there are 'followers' of a certain guy all over the world... They are a motley crew, and they are purposely trying to disgust us..." Brandon clenched his fists.
Although Bob was only a butler, he knew that the Rothschild Family would suffer a great loss if the business network all over the world was in trouble, no matter how rich they were.
Although the family wouldn't collapse, as a businessman, he would definitely avoid losses if he could. He had to make a trade-off.
"Mr. Brandon, what does this have to do with you?" Bob asked curiously.
"You don't have to ask anymore. Go out, I need to make a call." Brandon sat down dejectedly.
Bob didn't dare to say anything else and left the study room.
Brandon picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, "General Robert, it seems that we've been underestimating our enemy. Lucifer said that he's retired these few years, but he's actually been playing chess all over the world in secret …"
Robert let out a sigh. "You are the seventh member to call me. It seems that I don't have to continue answering calls. Miss Barbara's method is indeed too radical. We have miscalculated..."
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