King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 415 - 401 Have you seen it, would you like to?

Joe Ga discovered that George, though young, possessed the cunning that only a politician has.

The father of Fica was involved in party elections, and George’s actions were clearly intentional disruptions.

As for whether this guy turned to other methods because his servility wasn’t reciprocated, or if his family’s political allies were enemies of Fica’s father, Joe Ga couldn’t determine.

It wasn’t a question of right or wrong, nor did it impact Joe Ga. On a smaller scale, it was just a young person with powerful backing playing a trick.

But what’s a non-issue for the Bush Family can be mountainous for a political newcomer.

Seeing Fica’s panic, Joe Ga shook his head with a smile, "Don’t worry, if you don’t want to, no one here will spread your name.

Actually, this is a no-risk operation, and it won’t negatively affect anyone here."

Joe Ga looked at the slightly relieved Fica, put his hands together in prayer, and smilingly said, "However, I must ask you not to leak our plans in advance. The people from the Shah Royal Family are not easy to talk to, and we must take responsibility for the Princess’s safety."

After hearing this, Fica, somewhat reassured, glared at George—who didn’t mind boiling water like a dead pig—then nodded to Joe Ga, "Don’t worry, I won’t..."

Joe Ga couldn’t help but smile wryly...

A princess rescue mission was dragging too many people down a path Fica, a little woman, couldn’t possibly stop.

Once such vast resources were mobilized, even if Crown Prince Nayif got wind of it and beefed up security, the media wouldn’t let go, and turning theft into robbery wasn’t impossible.

Joe Ga’s veiled reminder to Fica was clear: if she turned against them now, not only would she incur the wrath of many, but her father would be in for significant trouble.

Looking at the sunny-smiling George, Joe Ga shook his head resignedly, now firmly convinced that the guy was just playing tricks.

Because fundamentally, the princess rescue wouldn’t lead to adverse consequences; he simply wanted to make Fica anxious and boast about his involvement in a major event afterward.

Joe Ga didn’t get the issues between the offspring of the powerful. With Gami vouching for him, he didn’t need to ponder further.

Although George was a bit frivolous, he didn’t meet the criteria of being detestable. Perhaps when it came to fun and frolics, he was a prime candidate for a bad influence.

But at this moment, Joe Ga was not in the mood to deal with George. He glanced at the time, then looked around the reception to locate his target and said, "You guys chat—it seems I’ve got something else to attend to, need to find someone to talk to..."

George, upon spotting where Joe Ga’s attention was directed, chuckled, "Are you looking for Harlotte?"

Hearing this, Joe Ga frowned, "You know him?"

George nodded as if it was a matter of course, "The guy’s well-connected—I’ve seen him at many Republican Party gatherings."

George then leaned in close and whispered, "He’s tight with the Speaker of the House, Rick McClane, and he has lots of friends at the Pentagon."

Joe Ga fell silent for a moment, glanced at the smiling Gami, then gripped George’s hand firmly, "Thanks for the tip. But I’ve got some beef with the guy, hope it won’t affect your impression of me."

George casually shrugged upon hearing this, "How could it? Those who know Harlotte get what he’s about.

If you need, I can join you!"

George’s enthusiasm took Joe Ga by surprise before realizing that while the third generation of the Bush Family may not be able to handle Harlotte, they indeed don’t need to fuss over a mere glove puppet.

Joe Ga didn’t know how Gami pulled George into the Pirate Fund, but the result was that George was proving useful.

Joe Ga had always been trying to build a network...

In politics, it started with Alicia Alexander, spreading the network to the Justice Department, with Eric poised to be a crucial joint in the future. As long as he advanced smoothly, Joe Ga was willing to provide material and political support.

Unwittingly, Gami, using the Pirate Fund as a base, was building a new network.

Even though both networks were in their infancy and still fragile, Joe Ga felt he had all the time in the world.

Now Joe Ga saw George in a much better light. He patted his arm, greeted Stuart, smiled at both Conna Marin and Fica, waved at Monica, and the two converged in the middle of the reception before heading towards Harlotte together...

Walking, Joe Ga’s smile faded, and his eyes became stern, exuding an aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

Watching the transformed Joe Ga, who cleared his path through the crowd with his wild aura and walked straight towards Harlotte, George commented with a strange expression, "What exactly does this guy do? He seems a bit terrifying right now..."

Stuart glanced at George and replied, "He’s a lion, a lion ready to battle.

Don’t you do your homework before investing?

The P.B. firm has been striking hard at military contracting companies, and they have done some impressive things near Central Africa—Hu Lang is their leader!"

George’s gaze followed Joe Ga, and he whistled, "I trust Gami, which is why I entrusted the Pirate Fund with all I have.

I knew Hu Lang and the Justice Department had some cooperation, but I had no clue what he had done in Central Africa.

Now, though, I’m somewhat interested. Next year, I’m thinking of running for State Legislator. I wonder if Hu Lang would be willing to sponsor me?

The major shareholder of the Pirate Fund is a tycoon, after all!"

Gami, amused by George’s irreverent demeanor, shook her head and said, "Go home and dig up P.B.’s records, see what they’ve done in America this past week.

If you can still keep your pants dry after insisting on seeing those crime scene photos, then you’ll have proven yourself a real man."

At this, George’s eyes widened, "And if I turn out to be a real man, will you let me chase you?"

Gami rolled her eyes dramatically and pinched George’s chin, who was nearly ten years her junior, forcing him to look towards the entrance and said, "You’re a bit horndog right now. Over there are toys prepared by Crown Prince Nayif for guys like you."

Disappointed, George shrugged, "But how boring is that? Stealing from a Crown Prince isn’t as thrilling as seducing his wife, is it?"

Gami looked at George, who had a bastard’s face, and nodded, saying, "Then let’s just wait here, and you’ll be responsible for covering Hu Lang’s retreat."

Upon hearing this, George said with surprise, "How can I cover for him? Maybe I pretend to be drunk and knock over that champagne tower?

Gami smiled and nodded, saying, "You’ll know when the time comes!"

As they were speaking, Joe Ga, with his unapproachable aura, approached the outer circle where Harlotte was.

As if sensing his presence instinctively, the big shots naturally turned to look at Joe Ga.

Joe Ga, with an expressionless face, gave a slight nod and said, "Gentlemen, I have some private matters I’d like to discuss with Mr. Harlotte. Would you mind giving us some space?"

Harlotte was a middle-aged white man with a round face, round little glasses, a slightly overweight build, and a very approachable smile.

Facing Joe Ga’s aggressive demeanor, he smiled apologetically to the few people around him, and after they turned away, Harlotte’s eyes turned cold as he looked at Joe Ga and said, "Who are you?"

The most irritating part of Joe Ga’s trip to America was being treated like a negligible minor character by Harlotte and then taking several hits from Hellfire.

Now this guy not only hadn’t recognized him but also hadn’t recognized Monica.

Joe Ga didn’t know whether Harlotte was pretending or if he truly considered himself so important that he overlooked Joe Ga...

Joe Ga, looking at Harlotte, said in a deep voice, "Frester sends his regards..."

In an instant, Harlotte realized who Joe Ga was, and he frowned, saying, "Hu Lang?"

Joe Ga stared into Harlotte’s eyes and nodded, "To be precise, the Hu Lang you once had drones bomb."

Having figured out Joe Ga’s identity, Harlotte actually felt more relaxed.

Looking at Joe Ga’s dark face, Harlotte said with a smile, "So what now? You seem very angry. What would you like me to do?

Should I apologize to you?"

Joe Ga suddenly showed a slight smile and said, "If apologies worked, what’s the need for the police?"

He patted Monica’s hand and said, "Don’t be nervous; Mr. Harlotte obviously doesn’t remember you. But I believe he hasn’t forgotten his plan to plant a spy by Crown Prince Nayif’s side..."

Joe Ga spoke a little louder, which made Harlotte very nervous.

He immediately stepped closer, his eyes cold as he said, "What exactly do you want? Do you realize what you are saying?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "I’m speaking the truth, and all the evidence is here..."

"What do you want?"

Harlotte said a bit frantically, "We’ve already ceased hostilities. Do you understand the consequences if you mess around?"

Joe Ga, with his arm around Monica’s waist and looking at Harlotte with a smile, said, "I don’t know if you’re acting or you really forgot Monica, but I don’t care.

What I want is simple: forget her.

She’s now the president of the New York company of P·B Military Contracting Company, and I need you to stay away from her from now on."

Harlotte looked incredulously at Joe Ga and said, "Just that?"

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Joe Ga smiled and nodded, "That’s enough because I’ll settle our scores myself."

Harlotte glanced at Monica, then looked back at Joe Ga and said, "Are you threatening me?"

Joe Ga shook his head seriously, saying, "No, I am notifying you!

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I can’t interfere with the big shots’ business, but as for you...

From today on, if you dare to harass Monica, I’ll butcher you!

If you dare to mess with P·B’s business, I’ll butcher you!

If you dare step into my territory in Africa, I’ll butcher you!

You might have powerful connections, you might have all kinds of sneaky tricks, I don’t care, but if you dare lay a finger on any P·B people, I’ll butcher you!"

As Joe Ga spoke, he looked at Harlotte whose face had turned the color of steel. He smiled and said, "You want me dead, right? No problem, come at me!

If you dare make a move, I’m game till the end.

Have you seen what it looks like to have someone’s intestines pulled out yet still walking towards their grave alive?

I have!

Would you like to see it?"

Harlotte took off his glasses and glared at Joe Ga, his voice sinister, "You’ll regret what you said to me today!"

Joe Ga shook his head, "It’s you who should have regrets. You’re just a worn-out glove, meant to be thrown away when dirty."

Upon hearing this, Harlotte straightened up, his chin raised slightly as he said, "I look forward to our next meeting..."

Joe Ga shook his head seriously and said, "I think you’ll definitely regret it."

Watching Harlotte turn away somewhat awkwardly after a ten-second stare-off with Joe Ga, Monica seemed to regain her breath and, clinging to Joe Ga’s arm, let out a soul-stirring moan, "Boss, hold me tight; I think I’m a bit wet..."