King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1723: 1407: Legal Expert

Chapter 1723: Chapter 1407: Legal Expert

Integrity is a very positive quality, especially in chaotic places, where ‘integrity’ holds the power to restore order.

The brother sent by the Taliban spoke sowhat hesitantly, and he spoke in a Tajik language that even the mbers of the Tajik Squad couldn’t quite understand. However, if you overlook his sowhat awkward physical movents, his tone and deanor almost had the word ‘integrity’ written all over his face.

Speaking and acting rigidly, conservatively, seriously, without a hint of a smile…

No matter how many people from P.B. laughed, this brother seed unfazed, persisting in his own approach.

He stood at the bottom of the steps, said a few words loudly, then walked up the steps and handed a letter to Boss Qiao with both hands…

As long as this guy didn’t walk with those comical movents, standing there with his looks and deanor, he looked every bit the honest official of the Arab World.

Aqionghan has no film academy, and Boss Qiao didn’t believe anyone could act ‘integrity.’

In fact, even if the guy was acting, as long as he could keep it up, that would be a good thing.

After opening the envelope and taking a glance, Joe Ga, who didn’t recognize Arabic script, regrettably handed the letter to Ayu nearby…

Who would have believed that a few years ago, Ayu was illiterate, yet now he could easily read and write in English and Arabic, while Boss Qiao, a university student studying veterinary dicine, was baffled by Arabic script.

Ayu took the letter and looked at it for a while, then said, “Boss, this is an appointnt letter from the Taliban.

This guy’s na is Rashid, and he has been appointed as the judge and chief of public security for Kandahar.”

Joe Ga glanced at Rashid and found that this brother had been staring at him with wide eyes.

Boss Qiao, a man who’ve been through hell and high water, surprisingly felt a bit naturally uneasy under his gaze.

Rashid’s clothes were shabby, his behavior was out of fashion, but his eyes were bright and clean.

Boss Qiao was never wrong about these things, but a middle-aged man in his forties, especially in Aqionghan, naturally seed awkward to Boss Qiao.

“………”

Rashid spoke a string of words, but Boss Qiao could only make out a few words through guessing. Helplessly, he waved to the mbers of the Tajik Squad and said, “Radar, co over and translate for …”

‘Radar’ walked to Boss Qiao with a troubled expression and said, “Boss, my Tajik isn’t very good either. This guy sounds like he’s speaking so kind of dialect, and I couldn’t understand much of what he said earlier either.

Maybe we should let the old squad leader Bayika give it a try…”

Joe Ga really didn’t want to interact with soone like Rashid, so he gestured to ‘Radar’ and said, “The Tiger Fang Squad is responsible for basic training for these, um, Kandahar enforcent teams.

Get them to change their outfits and learn a bit of military discipline. Later, I’ll gather so personnel from the United Nations to provide them with legal and enforcent training.”

“?”

‘Radar’ pointed at his own nose, distressed, and said, “Boss, I still have a lot to do.”

Joe Ga glared at ‘Radar’ and said unhappily, “If you don’t agree, I’ll make sure you can’t get anything done, do you believe it?”

‘Radar’ begrudgingly nodded in agreent, and just as he was about to escort Rashid, the uninvited guest, away, Rashid suddenly spoke fluently in English, “I am the Taliban-appointed judge for Kandahar. From now on, we will take over the security work of Kandahar.”

Joe Ga was stunned for a mont and frowned, looking at Rashid in front of him. He said in a deep voice, “Are you ssing with ?”

Rashid seriously shook his head and said, “No, I believe that in my own country, I should speak my own language…”

Joe Ga was montarily speechless, then chuckled and said, “Now it’s you who wants to communicate with . Speaking to in a language I don’t understand, what’s the point, wasting both our tis?”

Rashid solemnly stated, “No, sir, I am telling you that Aqionghan is a multi-ethnic country with many ethnicities and languages.

Without being able to communicate smoothly with the locals, many things you say simply cannot be achieved.

Arica has been working here for twenty years, but they’ve only forced everyone to cooperate with them, never truly attempting to understand us.”

After listening, Joe Ga surprisingly nodded and said, “You’re right. It’s precisely because I know I’m not omnipotent that you’re here.

I don’t need to deliberately persuade anyone, because P.B. won’t stay in Aqionghan forever.

The power of Aqionghan should belong to the people of Aqionghan!”

Before coming here, Rashid had prepared a lot, including how Boss Qiao would respond to his toughness…

But Boss Qiao’s response was like hitting a fist onto cotton!

Seeing Boss Qiao’s smiling expression, Rashid seriously said, “If what you say is true, then you should hand over all the power in Kandahar to the Taliban, because only we can lead this country onto the right track.”

Joe Ga was amused by Rashid’s naivety. He pointed at the barbed wire fences surrounding the base and said with a smile, “Outside, there are tens of thousands of Aqionghan people gathered. Try walking among them without a gun and ask if they agree with your ideas.

“Brother, I’m willing to hand over the administrative and security powers of Kandahar to you, not because I agree with you, but because you are the ‘least bad choice’ compared to the current governnt of Aqionghan.”

Joe Galla pulled non from the Bat Squad to his side, pointing to the Lion Arm Badge on his arm and said, “See it?

P·B, Lion, we are a private military contracting company, and we have no desire for your sovereignty.

We’re here because many people are worried that with the Taliban coming to power, there will be a humanitarian disaster in Aqionghan.

Don’t say everyone is imagining things, you guys did it once back in 1996!

You say the Taliban can lead Aqionghan onto the right path, I have no problem with that…

In fact, you shouldn’t be telling this; if you can convince everyone to believe in you, I can leave at once.”

After Rashid listened, he stayed silent for a mont and then said, “If the outside world continues to interfere with our laws and systems, leading people to harbor unrealistic fantasies, we have no way to convince everyone.”

Joe Ga laughed dismissively and said, “That’s your problem. Allowing different voices, even critical ones, to exist is an important sign of an open regi.

So voices may not be correct, but they still represent so people’s positions and demands, and politicians need to consider how to negotiate, balance, and gain acknowledgnt from the majority, instead of just knocking the opponent down.

Look at yourselves; you aren’t even a regi recognized by the international community!

You’re the weaker side now, and taking action to convince the world to believe in you is your only choice.”

Joe Ga looked at Rashid, who was unconvinced, and said sincerely, “Buddy, the United Nations’ doors are open, but walking in isn’t without conditions.

If you want others to respect you, respect your traditions, and respect your rights, then as a weaker side, you must first respect others’ values during dialogues.

When you talk with Arica, you show humility, but why is there so much nonsense when it cos to ?

In the past, you always resented others’ interference, but have you thought about what happens when others give up on you, not engaging in dialogue, not offering any investnt, not giving you a chance to join the global trade circle…

You’d starve to death silently, for god’s sake!

I’m fuckin’ here to help you; if you don’t want it, just say it directly.

I’ll put Kandahar and the southern Spin Buldak into a safety zone and push for the United Nations Trusteeship Committee to take over here.

I’m fulfilling a commission, and a legal one at that; the Taliban might be strong, but in Kandahar, my legitimacy is higher than yours.

You say you’re a judge, but if I don’t nod, who’ll acknowledge you, will those citizens outside who fear you to death acknowledge you?!

Rashid, not hesitant as Joe Ga expected, said with firm expression, “Give enough ti, and I can make Kandahar’s people believe in the Taliban.

I’m here not for power, but to bring laws and rules that align with AQ’s traditions, to these people.

No one understands Aqionghan people better than we do, so no one understands how to manage Aqionghan better than we do.

I know what Aqionghan cities under NATO rule are like, filled with theft, fraud, violence, and desecration of tradition…

Our country should not be like this!”

When Rashid spoke, there was a strange sense of compassion in it, making people willing to believe in him…

There truly is such a thing as ‘personal charisma’ in this world, especially when certain positive traits in a person are extrely prominent, it creates a ‘persuasive power’ to strangers.

When Joe Ga went silent, Rashid turned to the vehicle next to them, grabbed two large books from the backseat. His movents were a bit clumsy, nearly tripping on the stairs.

Nobody laughed at him this ti; Ayu, with a kind disposition, even helped him by grabbing one of the nearly 20-pound ‘books’…

“I studied law in Arica. This is the Aqionghan Constitution and Penal Code I’ve reorganized, drawing reference from the Quran and Aqionghan traditions.”

Joe Ga took one heavy ‘book’ and when he opened it, he saw that it was entirely handwritten legal texts in English with Arabic translations…

After flipping through a few pages, Joe Ga, a bit surprised, said, “You alone constructed the Aqionghan Constitution?

You must be either a political idiot or a galomaniac!

Or both!”

Beside them, Ayu retrieved a docunt from the earlier envelope and handed it to Joe Ga, saying, “Boss, this guy might be a madman…”

“What?”

Joe Ga frowned as he glanced at the sowhat crumpled paper in his hand, which bore a ntal health report…

After reading it carefully, Joe Ga turned to Rashid, shook his head, and said, “He might also be a genius!”