King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1905: 1582: The Crown Prince Who Got Kicked Out

Capítulo 1905: Chapter 1582: The Crown Prince Who Got Kicked Out

Joe Ga laughed and joked alongside Xiao Ma and Albert II, greeting acquaintances they t and encouraging them to boldly embarrass the British when treated unfairly.

Then, under the repeated urging of the accompanying British officials, Joe Ga reluctantly toured the ridiculous antics of the British before leaving the airport, getting into the fleet arranged by his Dubai buddies, and heading to a super mansion in The Regent’s Park.

The Dubai Royal Family has deep ties with the British Royal Family, so Hamandan and Sayyid arrived a few days early.

Joe Ga’s family and entourage encountered no security procedures because they had all pre-registered.

They directly passed through the VIP channel, and as soon as they left the airport, they saw Sayyid waving at them next to an eye-catching Aston Martin.

The 15-car Rolls-Royce fleet was even grander than Xiao Ma’s, blocking their way.

Until the impatient Igor pushed open the door, rushed over snarling, and opened the Aston Martin’s car door, calling his dad over to help shield him as he urinated on the car’s tire…

Sayyid wasn’t angry at all; he leaned against the open car door, held up his phone, took a selfie, and then smiled at the relieved Igor: “Kid, this car is yours now. My little daughter was born last month; in two years, I’ll send her to Sangha Town for school, and you’re responsible for looking after her…”

Igor pulled up his pants, irritatedly loosened his choking tie, making his properly worn suit saggy and gangster-like…

Faced with Sayyid’s ‘kindness,’ Igor wrinkled his nose and said unhappily, “Don’t you have any sons?

I want to fight!

Won who scream at the sight of blood are annoying!”

Sayyid greatly appreciated Igor’s disdain for won; he gave a thumbs up and said, “My sons need to be educated in Dubai, and at 16, I’ll send them to Sangha Town to train at P.B.

Then you can fight side by side!”

Joe Ga shielded his son from the embarrassnt of urinating publicly and couldn’t help but slap him on the head, cursing, “Couldn’t you urinate in Xiao Ma’s car?

His car is public; this one is ours…”

Igor, with a defiant neck, replied, “There’s an old lady in that car; should I urinate on her?”

Joe Ga was stunned by Igor’s mischief and couldn’t help but grab his neck and give him a beating…

“That’s the First Lady of France, not so old lady…”

Igor rubbed his neck after the scolding, then stubbornly turned his neck, looked at his dad, and said, “Then can I urinate on the First Lady of France?”

Joe Ga nearly fainted with anger; he grabbed Igor’s ear and looked around, waving to Briella, who was watching the drama from a distance…

When the young girl ran over, Joe Ga pushed Igor forward by his ear and said to the ten-year-old Briella, “Keep an eye on him, and if he causes trouble, hit him.”

Taller than Igor by half a head, Briella excitedly covered her mouth and said, “Can I?”

Without waiting for Joe to nod, Briella hugged Igor, giggled while squeezing his face a few tis, and said proudly, “I’m the boss now; you have to listen to .

A Spanish princess’s lackey bullied , saying I had no manners; you go beat him up for .”

Igor pushed away the enthusiastic Briella and seriously nodded, “No problem, where is he? We’ll get Boss Gino to help beat him up, along with that Princess…”

Briella chuckled and nodded, seriously pulling along Igor to join Gino, Adel, and Jacques, with a few little ones seriously discussing sothing…

Charlene, catching up with Joe, angrily said, “I have a question…”

Joe Ga impatiently waved his hand and said, “Your daughter is indeed a problem; I was hoping she’d teach Igor so good things, but now it seems she’s not so great.

What does Monaco’s school teach? This girl hardly resembles a princess, more like a gang mber…”

Charlene, taken aback, felt wronged and said, “I’m really worried now…”

Before Charlene could finish, Joe impatiently said, “You should indeed worry; whoever offended her, you’d better remind them to quickly buy a ticket and leave Britain…”

Looking at his wife being frustrated by Joe, Albert II, with a mischievous look, earnestly said, “Hu Lang, be polite to the ladies…”

Joe, overwheld by his son’s antics, glared at Albert II, who was trying to pick a fight, and said, “Who told yesterday that he should avoid letting his wife interfere too much in his business?”

Albert II hurriedly grabbed Joe’s arm and said, “Okay, okay, we’re all friends here…”

Joe found this guy’s behavior annoying and said grumpily, “Let’s go, let’s go, quickly, staying here too long might cause a joke…

Oh, where are you staying? Do you want Sayyid to drop you off?”

Albert II spread his hands and said, “The British arranged for to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel…”

Joe disdainfully looked at this old guy and said, “The King of Monaco, staying in London without even having property or mistresses, is really a poor mix…

Why don’t you co with ? Sayyid bought a mansion in The Regent’s Park, reportedly Shah’s place is next door.

Didn’t you say there’s a problem with Swiss bank recently? You could get more money from him…”

Albert II looked at the silent Sayyid after hearing this, and said to Joe, “Isn’t it inappropriate…”

Joe, hearing this, waved his hand and said, “Then you can go stay at the hotel; let Charlene bring the kids to The Regent’s Park with us.

Tomorrow, you can take the bus organized by the British to Westminster Abbey, and we’ll drive there to et up with you…”

Albert II heard this and said unbelievably, “Charlene is Princess of Monaco…”

Joe impatiently waved his hand and said, “Then take Charlene away, Jacques and Briella co with , with more kids, Igor can be more peaceful…”

Albert II lanted, “Jacques and Briella are Monaco’s Prince and Princess…”

Joe understood Albert II’s concerns; he was an authentic European royal noble, mixing with the Arab Royal Family wasn’t embarrassing, but staying in soone else’s house was too inappropriate…

Seeing Albert II’s look of desire but hesitation, Joe sighed, looked at Sayyid, and said, “Is there still an empty mansion in The Regent’s Park? Let’s rent it for King of Monaco…”

Sayyid, after hearing this, seed to rember sothing amusing, and laughed, saying, “No need to rent, Prince Salman was refused attendance at the Queen’s funeral, and he’s furious in the mansion, probably packing to leave with all Shah’s people.

You have a good relationship with Prince Salman; just ask him to lend you the house.”

Laughing, Sayyid said, “His Highness brought a huge entourage, many identity-defining items and specialty foods; he probably won’t take them…

We can borrow his venue and things for a party at his house tonight.”

Joe was stunned and said unbelievably, “The British are crazy; what kind of temperant does Salman have, and they’re offending him to death?

Do they think their oil price is too low?”

Sayyid nonchalantly waved his hand, saying, “It’s all because of those journalists…

When you saved Princess Amina, you helped His Highness win a key battle for Shah’s power transition, and later a royal journalist slandered him everywhere, so he tricked the journalist into the embassy and butchered him, and the incident was sent out by the journalist using a smart wristband…

Finally, that evidence was given to Turkey’s Erdogan; Erdogan probably had so issues with the Prince too, so he made it public.

Now this guy is a target in the European and Arican dia…

But I didn’t expect the British governnt would outright reject his attendance for condolences!”

Joe, hearing this, said with a frown, “Has this guy been getting too close to Russia recently?”

Then Joe waved his hand, saying, “Everyone get in the cars, let’s go forward first and talk…

I have a feeling that sothing big might happen!”