Allen smiled as he watched Prince Hussein walk away, then took a bite of the cake they had just cut with their own hands. Who invented this thing? Why did they have to have such a big cake at a wedding, and they had to cut it with a saber...

The key is that it doesn't taste good, it's too sweet, Alan doesn't like it, he only likes light cream and doesn't like the sweetness that is too strong.

It’s this cream color... It reminds him of last night... It was also so thick... Oh, I don’t dare to think about it, it’s a bit disgusting.

…

Prince Hussein chose the 10th to get married, which happened to be a busy day, but the timing was also very clever.

Because the 10th is Jordan's Army Day, the old king is also very busy on this day. He has to attend his son's wedding in the morning, inspect the troops in the afternoon, and receive guests in the royal palace in the evening.

I'm so busy that I can't even keep my feet on the ground.

Alan has been here for a few days, and this is the first time he has met the old king.

He looks a bit like Prince Hussein, but the old king has a stronger Arabic style. Prince Hussein's mother is British and the old king's second wife. However, Hussein is the old king's eldest son, and among all the old king's children, he is the oldest and the most powerful.

He is in charge of the army now, and even the old king has to consult his eldest son when he encounters some problems.

"Sir Allen... Welcome to Jordan. Thank you for your hard work... I've been very busy today. This is my younger brother Hassan."

The old king hugged Allen briefly, then turned around and began to introduce the person following him: a very Westernized, middle-aged man wearing a dark suit, with a slightly bald head and half of his hair white.

"Hello, Crown Prince Hassan."

Alan nodded, and shook hands with the old king's younger brother, the current Crown Prince Hassan of Jordan, with a little reluctance.

Although the Jordanian royal family dresses differently from the other Arab royal families around them, the order of succession to the throne is still basically the same. When the elder brother dies, the younger brother succeeds. When there is no one left to inherit, it will be the turn of the next generation.

The current crown prince has become the old king’s younger brother.

This is also Prince Hussein's biggest headache. He has soldiers and connections, and he has the ability himself, but the throne is only his in theory. If he wants to take the throne, he has to outlast his uncle.

If this were normal... he would have to wait at least several decades before he could take the throne. Alan observed Prince Hassan's mental state and believed that he could live for at least another 20 years.

"This is my youngest son, Hamza."

After introducing his younger brother, the old king pushed a child who looked only five or six years old in front of Alan with some profound meaning and introduced him specifically.

Alan narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and shook the hand that the little brat extended to him.

In this kind of occasion, I specially brought this person out to introduce him... There must be something going on!

"I heard that when Sir Alan was in England, he had been the guardian of the two princes. I also studied in England when I was young. I wonder if I could ask Sir to take care of Hamza when he goes to England to study. You know, my body won't last for a few more years..."

"Oh? You're joking. Your body..."

Alan didn't say anything, but looked up and down at the old king in front of him. Logically speaking... he was not that old, probably only in his sixties.

If this age is placed in an ordinary family, it may be considered old, but for a wealthy class like theirs, it is just middle age.

Alan vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have died of illness, but he forgot what the illness was. The world is so big, how could he have the time to remember this.

"Hey...Hassan, go and entertain the guests for me first."

The old king sent his younger brother away, leaving only his youngest son by his side. He pulled Alan to the side, pointed at his belly and whispered, "Your Excellency may not have paid attention to the news here. I... have cancer, which is incurable. The doctor can't tell for sure. We can only control it now. Hamza is still young, alas..."

"?"

Alan glanced at Crown Prince Hassan who was walking away, and then looked at the old king.

It's another family with so many troubles. When Hassan was here just now, the old king specially introduced him to him. Now that Hassan has been sent away, he starts complaining about his poor health and his youngest son.

The implicit meaning of this statement, combined with what he just said, is that he is trying to build a relationship.

He can also use the connections that Prince Hussein can use, and the old king goes straight to the point. He wants to use William's connections!

What he meant just now was that he wanted to send his youngest son to Allen so that he could have contact with William from an early age.

Who is greater, a prince or an earl?

It must be a prince, and a prince of Great Britain. He can also make friends with Alan. He has been emphasizing that he is in poor health, which is equivalent to doing a favor to Alan. It depends on whether he wants it or not!

Alan...

Of course not. He follows Boss Cha, and the troubles in their family are already annoying enough. Why should he get involved here?

Besides, the old king thought he was trying to get along with Prince Hussein, but now he turned around and sent him a son he really liked.

But Alan, is that related to Prince Hussein?

As long as this little brat in front of me is gone, in the future... won’t we still have Yasin Rania?

Who is still wasting time here with you?

How many years will it take for this little brat to grow up?

Will he have the means to fight Prince Hussein by then?

If it were somewhere else, maybe I could get some support, but where is this?

This is the Middle East... strength matters here!

Reputation... is sometimes not as good as a piece of toilet paper.

Of course, it would be even better if one had both strength and status. Obviously, Prince Hussein has more advantages in this regard.

Why go far away when you can't find something near?

"Your Majesty, I am too busy with my daily affairs right now, but if Prince Hamza needs help when he goes to study in the UK, you can contact me."

Alan neither refused explicitly nor agreed outright.

This made the old king open his mouth, feeling somewhat helpless, but in the end he could only nod and let the matter go for the time being.

…

"Your Excellency... you are here."

At 11 o'clock in the evening at the British Embassy in Jordan, the ambassador in his pajamas looked awkwardly at Alan, who had just come out of the royal palace and came to visit the embassy.

"Haha, sorry to disturb your rest."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. The embassy is always at your service."

Alan said he was disturbing him, but the ambassador didn't feel disturbed at all.

Although this gentleman also holds the honorary title of diplomat and is theoretically in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, firstly, they do not have a superior-subordinate relationship, and secondly...his position is convenient for travel, and it can be used as a backup when he occasionally accompanies Boss Cha abroad. You can't really treat him as an ordinary diplomat. Now that he has finally come to the embassy, ​​even if he wants to hold a party here, we have to satisfy him!

"Okay, two things. First...I want to borrow one of your rooms. It needs to be soundproofed. I'm going to interrogate someone."

"Second, when my men go to arrest people, you send someone to lead them. By the way, I want to find out more about the situation from you."

"no problem!"

The ambassador nodded, and just as he was about to make arrangements, he paused for a moment, took a step forward with some curiosity, and whispered, "Sir...interrogating someone? Are you in trouble?"

"I guess so. Little trouble. It seems to be a reporter with some American background. He is very hostile to me."

Alan frowned and thought about the reporter he met during the day.

“I see…”

The ambassador rolled his eyes and suggested, "If there is a background from the United States, Your Excellency, I suggest that you use a special room for interrogation."

"Special room?"

Alan blinked. It was just an interrogation. What was the big deal?

"Your Excellency... please sit down and talk. Please sit down and talk."

The ambassador tightened his pajamas. The temperature difference between day and night was quite large here. He had just woken up and was woken up again. To be honest... he felt a little depressed. He came out in his pajamas and it was still a little cold.

…

After the two of them found a small reception room and sat down, the ambassador took a sip of hot coffee and then spoke: "We have several rooms here with bugs. If he has an American background, you can save a lot of trouble by interrogating him in such a room. Of course... there are some important things that you need to pay attention to and don't say out."

"A bug?"

Alan was a little confused. Why were they asking me to go when there was a bug, and specifically to interrogate me in this kind of room?

Eh? That's not right...

Thinking of this, Alan narrowed his eyes and whispered, "A bug installed by the Americans?"

"right!"

The ambassador admitted it very frankly, then said with a slight sarcasm on his face: "These Americans are very arrogant and want to get their hands on something. They think their products are the best and no one will notice. Humph...the barbarians in the north used to be as arrogant as the United States is now."

"But don't worry, sir. We have checked the other rooms and they are safe. We also use these rooms with bugs on a regular basis, but... we also do some special things occasionally. Since they want to know some secrets, we will give them to them."

At this point, the ambassador glanced at Allen and they smiled at each other.

Alan felt that this ambassador was very interesting. The British Foreign Office was indeed full of talented people!

After learning the function of the special room suggested by the ambassador, Alan instantly understood the ambassador's intention.

He gave this advice without even asking anything, what does that mean?

This shows that people have seen this kind of thing a lot!

It can be seen from this that in the past two years, the Americans have stretched their hands very far, to the point where they are hated by everyone.

But... this is really good advice.

Don’t you have an American background?

Well then... I will interrogate you in front of your master!

The secret has been leaked...that reporter won't survive even if he gets out.

Not leaking secrets...that means Alan didn't get anything out of him, and they would think that Alan didn't know there was a bug, so they wouldn't pursue the matter any further.

Even if the secret is leaked, it has already been leaked...why not wrap it up early?

The purpose is to let the boss behind the reporter know what is happening here and use their eavesdropping device as a telephone.

Even if they are not their people, if Alan is more ruthless, he can still intimidate them through the radio waves.

Kill two birds with one stone. You won't lose anything and you can also play a trick on the Americans.

"Okay, go and arrange it, and hurry up... I'm afraid he'll run away."

"Don't worry, sir. According to your description, he can't run away."

…

Khashoggi was wearing a bathrobe with some water droplets on his chest.

He had just taken a bath and called a special service staff to come to his home for service. While waiting for a moment, he thought about what happened during the day and a slightly smug expression appeared on his face.

His purpose of coming back this time is to raise his profile and become a well-known commentator with a sense of social responsibility and who is not afraid of the powerful.

Of course...if he were really asked to point his finger at an Arab royal family member and curse him in the face, he wouldn't have the guts to do that.

But everything was just such a coincidence. He didn't expect that he would meet that British aristocrat, Allen, at today's wedding.

Although this is also dangerous, this is the Middle East now, and the Americans are powerful. For the British, as long as they leave their territory, they will be relatively restrained in their actions.

So... Khashoggi gave Allen a cold shoulder on the spot. Although the wedding was not disrupted to the point where it could not be held, the people around him also remembered him as a courageous reporter.

In this way, his goal was achieved.

Later, he can spread the news intentionally or unintentionally that he, Khashoggi, once directly denounced a hereditary earl of Britain, and the other party could not do anything to him!

It sounds awesome, this is what it feels like to get ahead by stepping on celebrities!

When he thought of this, he became even more impatient for the customer service to come. He wanted to come once more tonight!

“Ding Dong…”

The doorbell rang, and Khashoggi sat up with a somersault, rubbed his hands, walked to the door with an expectant look on his face, and opened it.

There were two big men standing outside the door, and three of them...the six of them looked at each other, feeling a little awkward.

The two people outside the door didn't expect that it would be so easy to knock on the door. Khashoggi was a little confused. He clearly called the female customer service, so why did two men come?

When did it change to pay first?

"Bang!"

Without giving Khashoggi time to react, the big man on his left hit him hard in the chest with an elbow. Khashoggi's eyes went black and he staggered back a few steps. He was pushed back into the room and the big man who followed him in closed the door.

…

Shaking his head, when Khashoggi came to his senses again, he found that he was in an unfamiliar place. There were several oil paintings hanging on the walls around him, and the layout looked like a reception room.

“We meet again, Mr. Khashoggi.”

A hoarse voice sounded, and this voice sounded extremely familiar. Khashoggi turned his head sharply and looked at Allen who was sitting on the sofa next to him. Then he realized... he was tied to an office chair, still wearing the clothes he had worn in the hotel.

"You...you...you actually dared to arrest me. This is not your Great Britain."

"No, no, no... This is Great Britain, haha... You don't think that I can't do anything to you if you provoke me in Jordan?"

Hearing Allen's words, Khashoggi's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instantly thought of a place - the embassy!

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? Isn't this what I should ask you? Weren't you very tough during the day? Tell me...what is your purpose and who ordered you to do it."

“…”

Khashoggi looked at Allen, who had a playful look on his face, and remained silent.

He is a little panicked now, but... the more it is at this time, the more he needs to remain calm. He has a trump card, but he is prepared to fight it out first and see whether the earl is going to cheat him or play hardball.