Chapter 925： : No way, kid, are you serious?

Somalia National Hotel.

Mutasim felt like he was being tricked, three days! Do you know how he came here these three days? Every day, different people take him to play. There are actually many interesting places in Mogadishu. It is close to the sea, so I go fishing.

damn it!

On my 15th birthday, I received a cruise ship worth 40 million US dollars. Need to go fishing in your broken boat?

Every time he asked to see Nicholas, how did those accompanying people answer themselves?

Mr. President went to a southern city for research.

Mr. President... Went to inspect the Navy.

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"Today, I don't want to go to any amusement park. I just want to know when I can see Nicholas. I am here to express goodwill on behalf of the Gaddafi family, not to waste time here again and again. If you don't want to see me, just To put it bluntly, perhaps, Somalia does not need overtures from the great Libya."

Today, as soon as the **** knocked on the door and came in, Mutasim spoke first and gagged the other party's mouth. His tone was very flat, but for this son who is very similar to Gaddafi's personality, the more calm he is, the more angry he is.

Otherwise, in the future, he can be in charge of the Libyan army?

The Somali personnel looked at each other and communicated with each other, and then one of them left the room silently, and the rest of the blacks smiled at Mutassim and said, "Please wait a moment, we need to contact you."

Mutasim had a gloomy face. He didn't like smoking to pass the time. He was always learning from his father's style. Kadazo was a very self-disciplined person, and he could become a legend in Libya. He naturally had his charm.

Among them, women's sex, tobacco and alcohol are all very restrained. Similarly, Mutasim, who was determined to be a successor since childhood, will abandon some unnecessary factors. In return of millions of dollars, with this money, he raised a group of desperadoes who he thought were desperadoes, and these few brothers couldn't beat him.

About seven or eight minutes later, the **** who went out came back, nodded to his colleague, and then said to Mutasim who was looking over, "Mr. President happens to have time."

exactly?

This word made Mutasim almost retort, but he took a deep breath, feeling that it was meaningless to talk to these gangsters, so he stood up, raised his head slightly, and signaled them to lead the way.

Mogadishu. Office of the Sheikh.

Tang Daojiang was playing with his tortoise. Of course it wasn't the one he had before. He didn't know how many times he had changed it. Every time he didn't keep it for a long time, the other party would roll his eyes. Didn't it mean that the tortoise was well raised and could give himself a tortoise? Send it away?

Why did you send several of them away?

He found an expert, and the expert said...don't keep the tortoise in the water tank.

Tang Dao, who was angry at the time, felt that the other party was insulting him and threw out a wad of money. The expert immediately changed his words, and Lu Gui might be depressed.

This explanation barely satisfied Tang Dao. Then, he spent 20,000 US dollars to customize a rockery about 4 meters long for the three tortoises, and put it in his office, which is enough to fit it. After all, the area is more than 200 square meters Meter.

I pour some feed in my hand, each of which is worth about US$1. It is said that it was newly developed by the German Institute of Zoology. When feeding tortoises, they still make noises in their mouths.

"Boss, Mutasim is here." Hurst stood beside him and said softly.

Tang Dao responded, patted the tortoise's head, poured food into its small groove, let it eat by itself, and talked to itself as if talking to it, "You have to be glad you are following me now , otherwise, who will remember you?"

The meaning of these words is very profound.

Hurst glanced at the tortoise from the sidelines, feeling deeply in his heart. If it wasn't Boss Tang's tortoise, it might be very common now, and because of the other party, this tortoise can occasionally make the front page news, maybe , this is not fate.

Why is it not like this?

A prince will never commit the same crime as the common people. It is extremely disrespectful to rights and money. Only ordinary people can be restrained by the law. This is like a dog necklace, a weapon to make you obedient. the interests of some people.

(Abiding by laws and regulations, starting from me, serving the people!)

Why can Mutasim see Tang Dao, because his father's name is Gaddafi.

Tang Dao went into the bathroom and washed his hands before coming out slowly, "Please come in."

It's been about seven or eight minutes. He just wanted to see how Ka Dazuo's son was doing.

Mutasim followed Hester in, and Tang Dao kept staring at him. When he saw him, the former smiled. That's right, it wasn't a fake smile, but a kind of "from the heart", neither humble nor overbearing. He stretched out his hand, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Nicholas."

Tang Dao shook hands with the other party, then looked up and down unscrupulously and said, "Your Sai Yifu is more like Gaddafi's son. At least, when your brother talks to me, his voice trembles."

When Mutasim heard this, the young man must be a little happy. Even though he tried hard, he couldn't hide the momentary smugness in his eyes. Only then did Tang Dao feel that this was a normal child.

But who knew that after sitting down, Mutasim actually said something directly.

"Compared with Saif, who do you think is the most suitable next successor of Libya?"

Tang Dao actually wanted to answer None of you!

In the future, there is an eagle sauce, sitting at a press conference covered with Libyan flags, loudly announcing that your father and son will be executed, but that is the future.

He glanced at Mutasim, who was also looking expectantly.

He made no secret of his ambition. Since he was a child, he felt that his elder brother was inferior to him, didn't he just outnumber him? Why do stupid people get so much favor?

It's not fair!

Tang Dao deliberately wanted to tease the other party, "Do you want to sit in that seat? I can, and I will tell you a way."

"what?"

"Hire us and kill your brother." Tang Dao laughed as he spoke, and then tried to look fierce, "Do you think this method is bold? If your father finds out, you will die of."

He just wanted to scare the other party.

But who knows, Mutasim didn't laugh, but frowned, thinking deeply.

This made Tang Dao's heart skip a beat, boy, I'm joking, don't take it seriously, even Hester's brows are twitching, if Saif dies, I'm afraid... Kadazuo will explode.

But there are many ways to kill a person, and professionals can calculate any one of them.

"Ahem, what is the reason why you came to see me? Or, did your father have anything to say to me?" Tang Dao felt that he had to skip this topic.

"I think you're right." Mutasim said suddenly.

"What?" Tang Dao was taken aback.

"Kill it, Saif! I'm the heir."

Mutasim's face was hideous!

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