King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1899 - 1576: Nothing Can Stand in the Way

Igor sat under the flagpole at the Kandahar school playground, wearing only a pair of large shorts with a bare upper body...

An irritable Beagle dog kept biting at Igor’s shoes, wanting to leave this muddy, rundown place.

Igor ignored the small Beagle dog, frowning, resting his hands on his cheeks with a look of deep resentment, watching a large group of Afghan children forced to stand in the mud to exercise...

A dozen or so Afghan boys, presumably not doing well in their studies, were being punished with runs, supervised by an irritable teacher. Anyone caught slacking off was met with a finger-thick branch...

The girls had it slightly better; they were not required to exercise and instead crowded at the classroom windows to observe the legendary prince!

Igor didn’t like such looks. When he noticed the actions of those Afghan girls, he fished out a slingshot from behind his back, picked up a stone, and hit a classroom window...

The shattering glass startled the girls inside...

Watching the girls leave the window in panic, Igor rubbed his nose, looking at the boys doing exercises in the muddy ground, and said to Asma, "This won’t work...

Seeing others down on their luck can only make me happy for a while. I think only by shooting those crazy women back home with missiles can I be happy.

Find a way to get them all to leave, otherwise, I’d rather stay here and not go back..."

Asma looked worriedly at her young boss, holding her somewhat stuffy chest, and said, "Boss, they just pooled together five million for you, driving them away now seems a bit wrong...

Ravi said this is the support from the entire Arab nation for you, a display of position. If you drive them away..."

Upon hearing this, Igor stood up and paced irritably, saying uncomfortably, "I took the money, isn’t that enough?

Why are women so troublesome?"

Asma, having been worn down by the little boss for so long...

After getting used to PB, Asma’s horizons also broadened.

Actually, among those so-called little Middle Eastern princesses, only a few have high status; the rest are mostly just filling numbers.

Some princesses are even certain so-called princes, deliberately arranged as companions to important princesses to please big figures like Shah Dewali, Abu Dhabi Tahnoni, and Qatar Al Sani.

However, saying they are unimportant is relative; the brat Igor treats those girls like sticky plaster that can’t be shaken off, but the outside world wouldn’t see it this way...

The outside world sees a good relationship between PB and the Arab World, recognizes Igor as the heir, and supports his actions!

Igor has no way out from those princesses and their entourage, but they constantly harass Asma, his life assistant...

In the past few days, Asma has felt guilty and scared receiving gifts, so she had to chase after Igor, wanting him to handle it.

But seeing Igor now unable to be happy even while watching people go to school, it seems unlikely...

Just as Asma was helplessly thinking about how to face those people when she returned, the Princess Charlene entered the school with Jacques...

Charlene, wearing a neat professional outfit, walked with a much more mature-looking Jacques to Igor’s side...

Seeing Igor’s resentful expression, Charlene squatted down with a smile and hugged this little troublemaker, giving him a kiss, and said, "You have the guts to hide at school, but not to sit in the classroom..."

Igor, irritated, pushed away Charlene’s ’fanged mouth’, looking at her like a fool and said, "Watching others suffer makes me happy. If I go and suffer myself, wouldn’t that make me an idiot?"

Saying this, Igor looked at the tall and thin Jacques, rubbed his nose, and said, "Jacques, your mom is definitely crazy!"

Jacques rolled his eyes, hooked Igor’s neck, leaned down, and whispered, "You need to behave more these days. Everyone outside is calling you ’the brutal child’; that’s not a good reputation..."

Igor stiffened his neck, showing Jacques the gradually fading witch medicine totem on his body, and said fiercely, "Why, what’s wrong with it? I look terrifying!"

Jacques, looking at his mischievous brother in front of him, spread his hands and said, "Gino and I think it’s cool, but the adults don’t seem to think so...

So I think you’d better behave and stop constantly thinking about war..."

Igor dismissively said, "What did I do wrong?

Those bastards drove bomb-filled cars into food supply convoys; they just want to starve people."

Saying this, Igor raised his small fist, wrinkled his nose fiercely, and said, "Cobra said the next batch of missiles will be delivered tomorrow. As soon as the missiles arrive, I’ll have people continue bombing them.

They want people to starve; they started the war...

If they don’t surrender, the war won’t end!"

Charlene looked at Igor, sighed, patted the little troublemaker’s head, hugged Asma, and walked to the always silent Karman...

"You can’t let Igor do whatever he wants; you need to control him a bit. Right now, only you can make him listen."

Karman stuffed some tobacco into a wooden pipe in his hand, lit it, took a puff, and looked at Charlene, saying, "Igor is fighting for you guys..."

Old Karman looked at Igor, his yellow eyes smiling, and said, "Why stop? Igor is doing the right thing!

The Balochistan resistance army tried to block the transport route, and this route is crucial to whether millions of people can get sufficient food...

"Shouldn’t they die?"

Charlene was taken aback and shook her head, saying, "Igor is the heir to P·B, but do you know what people outside are calling him now?

The brutal demon child. Do you think that’s a title an heir should have?"

Karman glanced at Charlene and dismissively waved his hand, saying, "It’s the tyranny of the loser that’s brutal, and violence against the wrong target is brutal...

For the victor and the King, it’s just necessary ruthlessness!"

Charlene looked at Karman, whose tone carried an imposing aura, and said incredulously, "Do you think Hu Lang wants his son to become a ruthless person?"

Karman slightly shook his head and said, "Our understanding of ruthlessness is different...

Igor is a lion. He’s only five years old, yet he considers solving hunger his responsibility.

He’s trying to protect everyone within his territory!

Someone wants to stop him, so he chose to fight; what fault does he have?

Africa’s lions will snap the necks of hyenas, marking their territory with the cries and corpses of invaders.

You can see this as Africa’s version of ruthlessness, but it’s just a method, even a habit, not the heartlessness or inhumanity you think of in the civilized world."

As he spoke, Karman looked at Igor, whose mood had greatly improved since Jacques’s arrival, and laughed as he said, "Perhaps it’s because his emotions are too rich that when the people he wants to protect encounter problems, he becomes especially irritable.

Igor, like his father, is a natural king!"

Charlene was stunned by Karman’s theory and said helplessly, "But this is a bit too harsh for a child...

Igor shouldn’t have to bear such pressure!"

Karman listened, suddenly laughed a few times...

"The pressure you talk about is only pressure to sheep.

Lions don’t feel pressure, nor do other carnivores..."

Saying this, Karman looked at the handsome Jacques, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Ma’am, if you keep thinking this way, if Jacques stays with you too long, he might also become a sheep!

Nature is cruel!

If you’re a sheep, you not only fail to protect the people you want to protect, but you’ll also be eaten!

Kindness without the backing of violence is meaningless!"

Charlene was a bit uncomfortable with Karman’s prairie theory, shaking her head, she said, "But allowing Igor to unleash violence will cause Hu Lang a lot of trouble.

What he has to face in Odessa is very complex; shouldn’t we avoid creating more problems for him now?"

Karman paused for a moment, then shook his head seriously and said, "No..."

Charlene exclaimed, "Why not?"

Karman, with unprecedented seriousness, said, "Because protecting the cub is the responsibility of an adult male lion!

Nothing is more important than ensuring Igor’s growth!

What we all need to do is not to stop Igor, making him think he was wrong, but to support him, even if it costs us something..."

As he spoke, Karman looked at Charlene, who was silenced by his words, then softened his expression and said, "Ma’am, if our boss really encounters an insurmountable problem, he will call me!

Until the boss orders otherwise, everything Igor does is right, and any order he gives will be executed...

No one can stop him but the boss!"

Charlene looked at Karman’s resolute expression, sighed softly...

Then she turned toward Jacques, seeing him with his hands on Igor’s shoulders, playing a headbutting game, a radiant smile on his face...

This legendary princess suddenly shook her head with a laugh, saying, "Indeed, we shouldn’t stop them from doing the right thing...

Veering off the ’right track,’ no matter what you achieve, will ultimately come at a cost."

Karman nodded slightly, just about to say something when Asma suddenly raised her phone, saying, "Qiao Liang is back, and with him are some Iranians..."

Charlene was caught off guard and curiously asked, "What are the Iranians here for?"

......

"Of course, to show their support!"

Joe Ga, arm around Nis’s shoulder, sat by the rooftop pool of the Cecil Hotel, laughing as he said, "Fathers always have to cover for their sons..."