Chapter 0756 Playing Chess

Chapter 0756 playing chess

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

On the uppermost deck, a man wearing beach shorts, black curly hair, and a big belly is holding a blonde beauty in one hand, flirting with the woman, while on the other side, he is being served by a servant, smoking a hookah.

"Abuzai!" the man yelled, "Isn't my lunch ready yet!? I'm starving!!"

Not long after, a tall and thin man wearing a white chef's uniform and a chef's hat walked onto the deck. The man had two curly beards, thin cheeks, and long hands and feet.

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

"His Royal Highness Prince Rashid, here is the lamb chops with caviar and white truffle mushroom soup you want." Abuzai put down the plate respectfully and lifted the lid.

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

"Oh, Abuzai, your culinary skills make me so excited every time. It is so right to ask you to be my chef." Prince Rashid laughed, picked up the knife and fork, and began to enjoy the delicacies .

Abuzai silently took out a satellite phone and said, "His Royal Highness, I have something to trouble you for."

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

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

"Ah?" Rasheed looked puzzled, "Say it again?"

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

"Hey!! Abuzai!!" Prince Rashid stood up abruptly and cursed: "What are you!? No matter what you are talking about, you dare to command me!? Why do you want me to call my father? Telephone!?"

Unmoved, Abuzai just picked up his collar and said to a button-shaped communicator on it: "Start to act..."

Not long after the words fell, dozens of steel ropes suddenly appeared in all directions of the yacht. After the hooks of the rope belts caught the edge of the yacht, dozens of fierce warriors wearing underwater equipment climbed onto the yacht from the water. !

"Chug chug chug!!"...

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

It took less than half a minute from the whole incident to the finalization of the situation, and everyone on board was dumbfounded!

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

"A...Abuzai! You...what did you do!?" Prince Rashid roared angrily.

"Your Highness, you are the first heir to the throne of the emirate. If you die, your four brothers will get a lot of money. I don't think you want this to happen..." Abuzai said .

Prince Rashid's face was cloudy and uncertain. Seeing the amphibious combat army in black clothes standing in all directions, he knew that he was completely controlled.

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

Abuzai patted his chest with one hand respectfully, and towards the distant sea and sky, said: "Divine-Wrath!"

It took Rashid three seconds to react, and his face turned livid, "You are from INFERNO!? Why... why are you working as a cook on my boat!?"

"Of course it's because you, the prince, admired my dishes and recruited me," Abuzai said.

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

Abu Zai said of course: "My king leads us to freedom, we have freedom, of course we can do whatever we want, I like cooking, don't you like my cooking too?"

"Oh...damn it!" Rashid lost his temper completely, and stretched out his hand through gritted teeth, "Give me the phone, I want to talk to my father!!"

Abuzai nodded in satisfaction, and handed him the satellite phone, "Remember, there are twenty-five minutes left..."

...

A medieval castle located in Austria, although it looks very old on the outside, it is surprisingly luxurious and beautiful on the inside.

In an elegant and exquisite 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 stopped for it.

"Mr. Brandon! Something to report!" A gray-haired old man in a tuxedo walked into the office.

Brandon stopped playing, turned around with a frown, "What's the matter, Bob, don't you know that I hate people interrupting my performance?"

"Sir, please make amends. It's just that 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's expression became serious. His grandfather is the current head of the Rothschild family.

Bob showed Brandon a telegram tied with red string, which had not yet been abandoned in a family that respected certain traditions.

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

"How can this be……"

Bob asked concerned: "Mr. Brandon, what happened?"

"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? Well, why is there a problem with global business?"

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

Although Bob is only a housekeeper, he also knows that something happened to the global business network. No matter how rich the Rothschild family is, they will suffer heavy losses.

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

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

"You don't need to ask any more questions, go out, I need to make a call," Brandon sat down dejectedly.

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 he was retiring these few years, is actually playing chess all over the world in secret. ah……"

Robert over there sighed, "You are the seventh member to call me, it seems that I don't need to continue to answer the phone anymore, Miss Barbara's approach is really too radical, we made a mistake... "

"Haha..." Brandon smiled wryly, "It seems that I'm not the worst one. In this case, General Robert, let Orlando stop, Lucifer... It's not just luck that he can survive until now... "