King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1753: 1436: The Young Master's Great Undertaking (Pa

Chapter 1753: Chapter 1436: The Young Master’s Great Undertaking (Part 2)

Igor wrinkled his nose, looking at the skinny child with big eyes beside the middle-aged man, who seed like a gust of wind could blow him away…

“Yes, you’ve been recruited. You help manage the military dogs, take them to work, and then you can support your child.”

As he spoke, Igor looked at the big-eyed child sucking on his finger, comparing his own plump arm to the kid’s skinny, stick-like arms. Unhappy, he said, “So skinny, surely can’t do any work. Let him eat at the base’s canteen every day. He’ll fatten up quickly and be able to work then.”

Igor was illiterate in English, Arab, Chinese, and French. The middle-aged man couldn’t understand the Arabic Igor was speaking, but soone nearby could, and they loudly translated it…

The man, obviously displaced for a long ti, suddenly blurred with tears. Sowhat unsure, he said in broken English, “Is it to go to the P.B. base?”

Igor had no empathy for the middle-aged man, but the look in the child’s eyes made him extrely uncomfortable…

This young master jumped off the stool, rummaged in his pocket, and found a half-lted Snickers bar. After tearing it open, he stuffed it into the child’s hand and pushed his face to indicate not to stare at him.

Then Igor looked up at the excited middle-aged man and said, “It is the P.B. base, but you can only eat at the canteen by the dog farm…

Only true warriors can dine at the P.B. canteen.”

After speaking, Igor felt this guy should be agreeing, so he turned and told Asma, “Give him the contract…”

Asma, surprised, pointed at her nose and said, “? The contract?”

Igor blinked and said, “Yeah, you give him the contract, then he can work for us…”

Asma felt her brain was going to break. Holding her head, she said, “Where would I find a contract?”

Igor listened, curiously asking, “Don’t you have one? When my dad ntioned a contract, there would be a contract and people would be happy…”

Asma looked into Igor’s clear but silly eyes. She felt her heart jump irregularly a few tis and timidly asked, “Boss, do you know what a contract looks like?”

Igor frowned, looking at Karman, sowhat unsure, “Dragon Gecko, what does my dad an by ‘contract’?”

Karman, looking at Igor, smiled and shook his head, saying, “NO, you don’t need to know. That’s sothing for professionals to handle…”

Saying this, Karman looked at Asma with a gloomy expression and said, “You just need to replace the incompetent subordinates…”

Asma looked at Igor, who gazed at her like she was dog poop. Suddenly enlightened, she showed a brilliant smile, rushed into a nearby kiosk to beg for paper and pen, and then went in front of the worried middle-aged man and said, “Leave your na and contact information, co here at 2 PM to sign the contract.”

Watching the middle-aged man sign his na with trembling hands, then leave with frequent turns, Asma took a deep breath, adjusted her facial expression, and looked at Igor with a smile, saying, “Boss, what should we do next?

Do you have any recruitnt requirents?”

Igor sat back in the chair, picking his nose, thinking for a long ti before saying, “Soone particularly capable of fighting, likes dogs, has a lot of kids at ho…

If the kids are underfed, they can be prioritized!”

Saying this, Igor looked at a few n pulling malnourished children outside the guard circle. Annoyed with Asma, he said, “Go find them sothing nice to eat. I don’t like how they look at …”

Asma looked at a few children who obviously even walked unstably, standing beside adults, staring with big eyes, curiosity mixed with anticipation, at Igor…

This con lady suddenly found the aggressive and straightforward Igor rather cute…

This is a heart without impurities and a kind-hearted child!

Always holding a ntality of lazing around, Asma suddenly beca enthusiastic. She felt that since she couldn’t escape, doing so good deeds wasn’t bad.

Although whether the dog farm business will be successful has many problems to solve, for now, these things are right.

In a good mood, Asma finally got into the role of an assistant. She actively found the man who helped translate the little boss’s words into Pashtun earlier. Communicating with him in English, she learned he was actually a professor at Kabul University, with a wife and four kids at ho, so she decisively hired him to beco her assistant’s assistant…

As Asma kept busy, Karman looked at Igor, who was staring at those children like he had nails on his seat. He smiled slightly, pressed the communicator, and had a truck of food sent from the base…

Igor, in an extrely rough manner, distributed the food that Karman had brought over to the children, then roughly shooed them away…

However, in Aqionghan, especially in places like farms or refugee camps, there are always show-offs bringing food and snacks to attract children. The people here are used to it, and Igor’s thods would only draw more kids.

The usually energetic Igor soon found himself overwheld…

A barefoot little girl, with cattle dung on her legs, took a box of luncheon at from Igor’s hand and started biting into it without waiting to open it. Then, unable to bite through, she began to cry…

Annoyed, Igor pushed away a bigger kid reaching out to him, grabbed the little girl by her sack-like clothes, opened the can for her, and rudely stuffed the luncheon at into her hand.

Watching the little girl eat greedily and contentedly, Igor kicked the food box beside him angrily, looking at Karman, and said, “Dragon Gecko, I don’t like how they look at .

I’ve given them food, but their gaze hasn’t changed. I hate this feeling…”

Karman reached out and ruffled Igor’s head, smiling, “Then figure out how to change their gaze…

You’re Hu Lang’s son; you can definitely do it!”

Igor paced around restlessly, impatiently pulling two older local kids, letting them act as food distributors…

Looking at those younger than him, so even unsteady on their feet, still carrying smaller kids on their backs…

The troubled Igor, scratching his head in frustration, said, “What can I do?”