King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 410 - 396 The Great Commission

Joe Ga, wearing a black bulletproof tuxedo, stood in front of a floor mirror with a slightly uncomfortable expression, letting Nis carefully adjust the bow tie around his neck.

He felt a bit of pressure on his neck, which made him involuntarily tilt his chin up an inch or two, and then his whole posture naturally straightened up. Not only did his height seem taller, but he also looked much more confident.

In the past, Joe Ga had always thought that ties and bow ties were pointless accessories, but now he realized that they might have been invented by people in the past as a kind of ’torture device’ that made one hold their head high and chin up involuntarily because looking down would make the neck feel uncomfortable.

Seeing that Nis seemed to want to adjust his cuffs as well, Joe Ga wrapped his arms around her shoulders, gave her a peck on the forehead, and said, "Stop fussing over me; I’m just going to blend in for a bit and then come out.

It’s you guys who have to keep an eye on those journalists; make sure they don’t leak our plans too soon.

This time we can’t kill anyone; we’re on an espionage mission, it has to be quiet, harmless..."

Nis laughed and nodded in response, saying, "Don’t worry, we’ll take care of the situation outside at the venue.

For now, the journalists are somewhat skeptical about our operation, but I believe you can convince them."

As she spoke, Nis seemed to suddenly think of something amusing, shaking her head with a suppressed laugh, saying, "They’re all in the multimedia room now. If you’re really worried, it might be best to go talk to them.

There are still three hours until the banquet; we can’t keep those journalists cooped up too long. You need to fulfill the interviews you promised them, or someone will call the police."

After hearing this, Joe Ga rubbed his nose and said, "Should I get myself a mask or something?

I didn’t expect that a few phone calls would bring such top-tier journalists here.

I’m not at the stage where I should be famous..."

Nis turned, picked up a pair of sunglasses from the makeup table next to her, placed them on Joe Ga’s face, and said earnestly, "You are a lion; you should go into battle with your head held high.

We are doing the right thing, so we don’t need to sneak around..."

Looking at Nis, who had become a bit over-excited since finding out about the mission to save an Arabian Princess, Joe Ga pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on top of her head, and smiled, saying, "I was a bit skeptical when Aaron said you were a Chieftain’s Princess from Liberia, but the way you are acting now, I can’t help but believe it.

Do you have a particular sympathy for Princess Amina?"

Nis hugged Joe Ga tightly, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, "I don’t really feel sorry for her; it seems I just want to embarrass Crown Prince Nayif.

I don’t know. Should I feel sorry for her?"

Joe Ga could feel the complex emotions emanating from Nis. She didn’t seem eager to talk about her family, so Joe Ga didn’t ask; it didn’t matter to him anyway.

But Nis’s attitude of challenging authority and tradition was all too apparent; Joe Ga liked her rare rebellious spirit very much, which also made her deeply attractive.

What Princess and such— she didn’t care; she just wanted to see the Arabian big shots lose face.

This wasn’t just personal revenge; it was a challenge to some of the bad practices of Shah men.

And with the target being a Crown Prince, the challenge was all the more thrilling!!

This was good. When Aaron had managed to make some convoluted connections with the Shah and had received the prepaid two million in cash, the nature of the entire venture had completely changed, along with the consequences.

All Joe Ga and his team had to do now was to pull off the operation cleanly, leave some satisfying material for the journalists to write about, prolong the story of the runaway Princess a little longer, make the heat rise a bit more, and the impact a bit wider.

That would give the Shah Royal Family the opportunity to forcefully recall the embarrassing Crown Prince Nayif.

Then the Royal Family would witness the Crown Prince Nayif and Princess Amina’s long-distance divorce, and the matter would come to a perfect end.

This was not without precedent...

The famous Shah Prince Walid, known as the Buffett of the Middle East, had under the pressure of the Royal Family, released his third wife Princess Ameena.

Then the anti-traditional Princess Ameena became a famous social activist, and she fought for the rights of Shah women to drive on the streets on their own.

Although the ending was a bit far-fetched, it was still considered a positive story, after all, it was progress.

If Princess Amina were truly like the angel Al Sani described her as,

Then she would have the chance to pursue the life she wanted, and everyone would offer her their blessings.

Joe Ga reached out to pinch Nis’s face, making her reveal a small smile, and then said with a laugh, "Then I’ll go have a chat with the journalists.

Al Sani said he sent his sister a cell phone; I’ll try to contact her. It might reassure the journalists to stay committed to ’doing the right thing.’"

After saying that, Joe Ga glanced at Monica beside him, who always seemed to think she had too much fabric on, shook his head, and said, "Keep an eye on her for me; that woman is crazy—don’t let her lead me astray."

Nis laughed and pushed Joe Ga, following his steps to straighten the back of his suit, then turned to look at Monica, who had changed into a revealing backless evening gown, and shook her head slightly, saying, "You won’t be able to get in dressed like that; they might not mind you not wearing a headscarf, but if you dress like a prostitute, they’ll think you’re provoking them."

Monica paused for a moment, then curiously said, "So what should I wear?"

Nis looked Monica up and down, who was stunningly sexy, and after pondering for a moment, she said, "You lack a bit of nobility, but since you’re with the boss, try to dress as expensively as you can; you should be good at that."

Monica was very confident in herself, and when she heard Nis comment that she lacked the air of nobility, she couldn’t help but tilt her chin up defiantly and say, "Tell me, what is ’nobility’?"

Nis shook her head and replied, "We’ll only need to discuss that issue if you stop trying to expose your chest all the time."

Seeing Nis dressed conservatively, Monica suddenly became curious and said, "So, Hu Lang likes the ’conservative sexy’ type?"

As if she had made a groundbreaking discovery, Monica touched her chin and muttered, "That’s true, the Chinese are always subtle..."

Nis, looking at Monica who was always trying to put herself out there but never quite managing to succeed, shook her head in disdain and said, "What’s the point of always provoking me?

I really don’t mind if he has something going on with you...

Being too clever can come off insincere, and ’sincerity’ is the key to gaining his trust."

Monica was somewhat baffled by Nis, it wasn’t just about bedding Joe Ga—a quest she had frankly pursued but wasn’t solely focused on.

After Joe Ga made clear the barriers that ’Kitten’s’ identity presented, Monica temporarily set aside her flirtatious intentions and was more interested in figuring out Nis’s attitude,

She too was a confident and proud woman, and Nis’s manner made her feel like she was the one being given handouts, a sentiment she did not enjoy.

That’s why she often lingered around Joe Ga, trying to gauge how much Nis would tolerate.

She also wanted to see whether her sister ’Kitten’ was truly worth focusing all her efforts on a single man, Continue your adventure with novelbuddy

After all, enduring the disdain of other women without enough emotional compensation was torment for any woman.

But now, Nis’s magnanimity was so overwhelming that even the feisty Monica felt a little uncomfortable.

Joe Ga was unaware of the women’s affairs, as he walked to the entrance of the home theater, greeted Ayu, who had been waiting there, and then pushed open the door to enter.

Dressed sharply, Joe Ga cut an imposing figure as he pushed open the door; the murmuring journalists gathered inside fell silent all at once.

Several camera journalists instinctively tried to search for their cameras and cell phones, only to realize with frustration that those items had been confiscated.

Joe Ga noticed the displeasure on some faces. He walked to the open space in front, spread his hands, and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, I am Hu Lang.

You probably know why I invited you here. If you feel that my actions have been presumptuous, or if you feel offended..."

Joe Ga pointed to the door as he continued with a grin, "The door is right there. Your belongings are there too. You’re free to leave at any time. I’ve prepared a small gift for you as an apology."

A female journalist with a rather stern face raised her hand and said, "Sir, you’re not even willing to tell us your real name, so how can we be sure that what you’re saying is true?

How can we know that we are doing the right thing?

If you deceive us..."

Joe Ga understood that the female journalist was negotiating terms. He spread his hands nonchalantly and said, "Do you think the risk is greater for me or for you?

Besides, even if you don’t trust me, don’t you trust Miss Alicia Alexander?"

Joe Ga waved his hand to forestall the journalist’s next question and continued with a smile, "To put it bluntly, I’m taking a huge risk offering you explosive news.

Because in the end, I will bear all the pressure, and you are just fulfilling your duty as media professionals to speak up for those who are bullied, especially when the person in question represents something significant.

Deep down you all know, I don’t really need your help.

Secretly taking Princess Ameena away would be simpler and safer, but I have to consider the future. What I care more about is how the Shah Royal Family will react after the Princess escapes from her cage.

I cannot stand by and watch a brave woman who yearns for freedom be labeled with a crime and then despised by others.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are doing something unprecedentedly great.

We are using our conscience to challenge some form of authority!

If Princess Ameena’s actions, combined with your voices, can encourage the Shah Royal Family to make some changes, then all of your names will be etched on the wall of media honor.

Think of that journalist disassembled by the Shah. I know you don’t really need me to rally you.

But still, I want to implore you, use the pens in your hands to do something meaningful, to rescue a soul yearning for freedom, to speak out for those souls living in anguish."

Having said that, Joe Ga looked at the journalists who had fallen into an eerie silence yet their eyes shimmered with excitement, and with a laugh, he added, "I know you still have doubts about me, but no worries, I will soon connect you to Princess Ameena so you can judge for yourself whether she is worth your help.

Let me emphasize once again, my name is Hu Lang, my company is called ’Powerful Strike’, I am entrusted by Princess Ameena to lead her away from her current life.

I will take all the risk for my actions!

And you, you are a group, a community, when you unite into one voice, even if the Shah Royal Family is rich, I doubt they can coerce your Jewish bosses into firing you."

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A few journalists exchanged glances and then burst into laughter...