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Located in a beautiful sea area, a luxury yacht is moored, on which dozens of beauties in bikinis, with different skin tones and hair colors, are frolicking.

On the top deck, a man in beach pants, with curly black hair and a big belly, holds a blonde beauty in one hand, and a woman **, and on the other side, he is serving a servant, smoking a hookah.

"Abu Zai!" the man shouted, "Isn't my lunch ready yet!? I'm going crazy hungry!!"

A short time later, a tall, thin man in a white chef's suit and a chef's hat came to the deck, the man had two curly beards, thin cheeks, and long hands and feet.

He carried a very large silver disc in his hand, and the heavy plate was as light as nothing in his hand.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Rashid, here's the lamb chops you want with caviar and mushroom soup with white truffle," Abu Zai respectfully lowered his plate and lifted the lid.

A tempting fragrance wafted out, and even the beauty in Rashid's arms swallowed.

"Oh, Abu Zai, your cooking skills have always captivated me, and it was only right to ask 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, "Your Royal Highness, I have something to trouble you."

"What's the matter?" wondered Prince Rashid.

"Please call your father, Sheikh Hassan, and tell him two things," Abu Zai said lightly.

"Huh?" Rashid looked puzzled, "You say it again?"

Abu Zai said: "Please call Sheikh Hassan and tell him that the old man will be released within half an hour and that the dragon knights will cease fighting."

"Hey!!Abu Zai!!" Prince Rashid slammed to his feet and scolded, "What are you!?No matter what you say, you dare to command me!?Why did you ask me to call my father!?"

Abu Zai was unmoved, just lifted his collar and said to a button-shaped communicator on it: "Get moving......

Not long after the words fell, dozens of steel ropes suddenly appeared in all directions of the yacht, and after the hook of the rope belt grabbed the edge of the yacht, dozens of fierce warriors wearing underwater equipment climbed onto the yacht from the water!

"Bump Bump Bump!!" ......

After several fighters who came up first used the guns they carried to deal with the bodyguards guarding several corners, the entire yacht was captured in an instant!

It took less than half a minute to take the whole thing and the situation to be finalized, and the whole ship was stupid!

When the women playing around the pool saw the blood running and screamed, Prince Rashid realized the seriousness of the situation!

"Ah...... Abu Zai! You ...... What the hell have you done!?" roared Prince Rashid.

"Your Royal Highness, you are the first in line to the throne of the Emirate, and if you die, your four brothers will get a big deal, and I don't think you want that to happen......" Abu Dhai'i said.

Prince Rashid's face was cloudy, and when he saw the black-clad amphibious army standing in all directions, he knew that he had been completely controlled.

"Who the hell are you!?" Rashid asked.

Abu Zai respectfully patted his chest with one hand, looked towards the distant sea and sky, and said, "Divine-rath!"

It took three seconds for Rashid to react, and his face turned pale, "You're an inferno person!......?" Why are you working as a cook on my ship!?"

"Of course, because you admired my food and recruited me," Abu Dhai'i said.

"Yes...... But the question is, how can you be a chef!?" Rashid is going crazy.

Abu Dhai'i rightly said: "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 my cooking?"

"Oh...... Damn!" Rashid lost his temper completely, 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 twenty-five minutes left......

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A medieval castle in Odiri that looks very old on the outside, but on the inside it is surprisingly luxurious.

In an elegant and delicate office, a handsome man with neatly combed blond hair was playing the violin.

The melodious sound of the piano came out of the window, and the birds in the forest also stopped.

"Mr. Brandon!" 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 that I hate it when people disturb my playing the most?"

"Sir, please atone for your sins, it's just that the family issued an urgent order that you must be dealt with within half an hour!" explained Old Bob.

"Oh, what did my grandfather say?" Brandon looked serious, his grandfather was the head of the Rothschild family today.

Bob gave Brandon a telegram bound with red string, and in a family that respected certain traditions, the telegram had not yet been abandoned.

After Brandon opened the telegram, his expression froze after reading it.

"This ...... How could it be ......"

Bob asked, "Mr. Brandon, what's wrong?"

"Europe, North and South America, East Asia, and even Africa, all of our family's businesses are in trouble......," Brandon frowned.

When Bob heard this, he was shocked and said, "How can this be, why is there a problem in the world's business?"

"Because there are 'believers' of a guy all over the world...... It's a rabble, deliberately disgusting us......" Brandon clenched his fists.

Although Bob is only a housekeeper, he also knows that something has happened to the global business network, and even if the Rothschild family has money, it will lose a lot.

Although the family will not fall, as a businessman, it can avoid losses, and it must be avoided, and a trade-off must be made.

"Mr. Brandon, what does this have to do with you?" asked Bob curiously.

"You don't have to ask, go out, I need a call," Brandon sat down.

Bob didn't dare to say anything more and exited the study.

Brandon picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, "General Robert, it seems that we have always underestimated the enemy, Lucifer, who said that he was retired in the past few years, but in fact, he is secretly playing chess all over the world......"

There was a sigh from Robert over there, "You're the seventh member to call me, it seems that I don't have to continue answering the phone, Miss Barbara's approach is really too radical, we made a mistake......"

"Haha......" Brandon smiled wryly, "it seems that I'm not the worst, in that case, General Robert, let Orlando stop, Lucifer...... He's survived until now, and it's not just luck......"

(三七 Chinese.)