"Welcome back, Mr. Li."

Hut smiled very calmly, giving people a gentle feeling, just like an ordinary old professor, but no one who knew him dared to look down on him!

"Get in the car, Mr. Li, my master has been waiting for you for a long time."

"us?"

Li Zairong was a little confused. Could it be that Hu Te came to pick him up today, not just him?

Walking to the side of the Bentley MVP car with a different shape, as soon as he got in, Li Zairong saw two people, one old and one young, sitting in the car. The young one...

Li Zairong actually had some impression of this. Isn’t this the one...hiss...right, this is a Japanese!

He was also a classmate of his at Cardiff University.

What's it called...

What a coincidence that today happened. I arrived in Wales on the same day as them?

No wonder Butler Hut said that.

…

"Hello, senior! I'm Masagaki Masataka, and this is my father, Masagaki Yasuhiko. Nice to meet you!"

"Oh... hello, hello, haha... It's been so many years since we last met, what are you doing..."

Looking at Zhengyuan Changlong who was standing in the car and did not affect his bowing, Li Zairong held back his laughter and inquired about their purpose.

"Senior, my father and I are here to report the financial situation to His Excellency the Earl in person. His Excellency was a little confused about some parts of last year's financial report, so he summoned us to report to him in person. By the way... I also want to take this opportunity to take my father to visit the magnificent Welsh scenery."

"Okay, good! Thank you for your hard work!"

Li Zairong flattered him, but he felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

It seemed that these Japanese people were better at flattery than himself. He originally felt that he was already quite outstanding by coming in person to report the financial report to Allen this time.

But looking at this father and son, this is what people really care about!

The whole family is on the battlefront. When Allen sees this, will he be dissatisfied with the fact that he came alone this time and did not bring his father?

As the car started moving, Li Zairong took an excuse to rest, closed his eyes and began to think about how to make amends for himself when he saw Alan later.

…

Li Zairong hadn't felt much when he came to the Hill family's new castle again, but the two Japanese people next to him were getting restless, especially the old guy. He couldn't stop saying things like... Sri Lankan, Yoshi, etc.

This large building with a large area is larger than the old royal palace of the island country. The building area may not be as large, but both the shape and environment are much better than that one.

This is extremely shocking for the islanders who are used to small building areas!

There are no neighbors within dozens of miles around, only this castle.

It stands here so arrogantly, which represents status, confidence, and so many other things!

Looking at their unsophisticated appearance, Li Zairong curled his lips with a look of disdain.

…

The lobby on the first floor of the Hill family castle.

Li Zairong followed Butler Huth and just walked into the hall, he saw Alan standing in the middle of the hall!

This made Li Zairong shudder subconsciously. Although he was usually afraid of Alan, the feeling Alan gave him today was completely different. Not only did his expression look more ferocious than before, he actually held a samurai sword in his hand!

What is this for?

The diamonds inlaid on the surrounding walls reflected dazzling light. Alan was holding a samurai sword, dressed in old-fashioned medieval aristocratic attire, and wrapped in a dark cloak with some faint patterns on it. However... due to the angle, Li Zairong could not see clearly. He could only look past Alan and behind him.

There were three flags that could be seen as soon as one entered the hall. He recognized the one in the middle, which was the flag of the Prince of Wales. He also recognized the one on the left, which was the family flag of the Hill family. As for the one on the right...

The white and green cross suddenly looks like the flags of some Nordic countries, but the colors don't match.

Alan stood under the three flags with a knife in his hand, staring at the group of people who walked into the hall.

…

Yasuhiko Masagaki was only in his forties, with a 3:7 hairstyle and extremely thick eyebrows, but the eyebrows on both sides were very short, with a large gap between his eyebrows. His whole face gave people the feeling of... an old traitor translator.

This was his first time at the Hill family castle and also his first time meeting Alan.

As soon as he entered the hall, he was almost blinded by the light in the hall.

Looking at the handsome and heroic Alan, under the bright light, one could hardly see his features clearly.

"Your Excellency the Earl of Carmarthen, hello, I am..."

"I know you, Masagaki Yasuhiko? Saria has been handed over to you for the past few years, and you have managed it very well..."

…

With a "clang" sound, everyone present subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from. It turned out that Alan drew out his samurai sword and threw the scabbard to the ground.

This noise successfully interrupted Yasuhiko Masagaki's greeting.

Alan held the knife in his right hand, stretched out two fingers of his left hand, touched the blade, and made a long stroke, and the blade made a slight hum.

"What a nice knife! It looks sharp. This is from your island country, um... to be more precise, it's from Sony. It was given to me that year. I like the knife very much..."

Yasuhiko Masagaki seemed a little restrained at this time, and the smile on his face was much less restrained. There was nothing he could do. Alan's aura was far beyond his reach. He felt that this man's aura was much stronger than those old island nobles he had met in China!

"I didn't expect that you actually like the knives made in our island. When I return this time, I will definitely collect a famous ancient sword for you. This will be worthy of your status."

Yasuhiko Shogaki rubbed his hands and flattered.

…

"Haha, that's thoughtful, but... it's a little too late."

Alan slowly raised his head, took his eyes away from the samurai sword in his hand, and looked at Yasuhiko Masagaki.

The very appearance of this man filled him with disgust.

"I trusted you so much, and I thought you would be my obedient dogs, but in the end... what did you do? You betrayed my trust, falsified the accounts and deceived me, and took my money and used it for other purposes..."

"Your Mightiness……"

Hearing Alan's sinister voice, Masagaki Yasuhiko shuddered. He was not very familiar with Alan, but he had heard a lot about his temper from his son and knew that he had a bad temper. Now he was holding a knife and saying these words. Masagaki Yasuhiko instinctively felt a dangerous aura slowly rising.

…

“Swish!”

Alan suddenly jumped up, took a step forward, held the knife with both hands, and slashed it diagonally.

Masagaki Yasuhiko's voice suddenly stopped.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the noises around me stopped.

Zhengyuan Changlong stared at his father blankly. The head on his neck suddenly fell off, and blood spurted out like a high-pressure water pipe. Some blood drops even sprayed onto his face. He touched his face blankly.

Looking at the sticky red on his hands, Zheng Yuan Changlong finally realized that his father had been beheaded right in front of him!

"ah!!!"

Zhengyuan Changlong let out a ghostly howling sound and pounced on his father. Ignoring the bloodstains everywhere, he held the headless corpse and stared at it blankly.

"Baga, why...why...are we so loyal to you...you..."

…

Alan sniffed. He had been locked up for more than two months and was filled with anger. Now, with the knife going down and smelling the blood around him, he finally felt refreshed!!!

What can relieve sorrow?

Only killing!

Who can best be killed to relieve sorrow?

Of course, it’s to kill the Japanese!

If you can't even be a good dog, what's the point of living?

Don’t you like cooking the books?

Then seize their property. Anyway... their role now is not as big as before. Alan already has a small number of his own people in Salia, which is enough to take over the entire Salia.

…

Looking at Masataka Masataka with a distorted face, Alan stared at him coldly.

Facing this ruthless and cold gaze, Zhengyuan Changlong came back to his senses instantly. He just... seemed to have said "Baka"?

Alan should be able to understand, right?

…

"I supported your family because you were my classmate, and I wanted you to be my dog. But this is how you treated me? You cheated on me with your father? I hate it most when someone cheats on me, and I also hate... people who can't even be a dog."

"I……"

"ah!!!"

Just as Masanori Masataka was about to speak, another scream interrupted his words. He turned around and saw that it was the Korean senior. He didn't know if he was slow to react or what, but he seemed to have just realized it. He screamed and fell to his knees on the ground. He crawled to Alan like a maggot and shouted, "Sir, please spare me... I didn't cook the books. I'm different from them. I know how to be a dog!"

Alan glanced at Li Zairong, then looked at the reflective water line behind him. What a jerk... he was actually scared to death.

…

"You say... he has let me down so much, should I kill him?"

Alan stared at Masataka Masataka and asked slowly.

"I……"

There was still hatred in Zhengyuan Changlong's eyes. No one would be able to deal with it calmly if their father was killed in front of them.

"Ah... As expected, the Japanese are all damned dogs. They can never be tamed."

Alan shook his head and put the blade of the knife to Masataka Masataka's neck.

Masayuki Changlong suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and felt the knife against his neck, and his hair stood on end.

"Sir...I...I...this has nothing to do with me. It was all done by my father. I know nothing about it!"

"snort……"

The contempt in Alan's eyes became even more serious. He had no backbone at all before he died. What a waste.

“Squeak!”

Pulling him back hard, Masagaki Changlong looked at Alan in astonishment, and slowly raised his right hand tremblingly to cover his neck.

It was like the sound of a punctured car tire splashing into a basin of water.

Although he covered his neck with his right hand, it could not stop the blood gushing out of his neck.

"You...cough...you...cough..."

The more Zhengyuan Changlong wanted to speak, the more violently he coughed. In just a few seconds, his face turned pale, he shook his head, tilted his head, and fell on his father.

…

Li Zairong was almost scared crazy when he saw the bloody scene in front of him!

When he was in Korea, although he had a bad temper and often beat and abused people, his methods were like playing house compared to Alan's current methods. The two were not on the same level at all.

This kind of violent means, the shock it brings to people's minds... cannot be described in words.

The trembling Li Zairong crawled on the ground again, kowtowed like crazy, clang-dang-dang, like the sound of a bell.

…

Alan put away the knife and took a look at the blade. There was no damage at all. What a good knife!

He swung the blade lightly, shaking off the blood on it. Li Zairong stretched out his right hand, and Hut quickly stepped forward to take the samurai sword with both hands.

He had seen many dead people, so he was not at all moved by the deaths of the two islanders on the ground.

Seeing that the hostility between Alan's brows seemed to have lessened a lot, Hut was actually very relieved. The young master was in a good mood after killing someone, which was good for the body. Experts said that long-term depression was not good for the body!

In this way, to some extent, these two dead Japanese people were not completely useless.

…

"Lift your head!"

When Li Zairong heard Alan's voice, he raised his head tremblingly, and his pants were warm and wet.

"Do you have any objection to being my dog?"

"No objection! It is my honor to be your dog! I will definitely be your dog!"

Li Zairong breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced at Hut holding a knife.

"That's good. I won't listen to your report. I'm not in a good mood recently, so I won't keep you at home for dinner. Go back. I just hope that next year's financial report will be better."

"Yes! I understand. Your Excellency, I..."

"Go away!"

"yes!"

Li Zairong crawled on the ground without any image. Alan asked him to roll away, not to walk. Before he left the hall, he didn't dare to stand up and really rolled out slowly!

…

Seeing Li Zairong like this, Hu Te handed the knife to the servants beside him, motioning them to put the knife away, and then he praised: "Master, your ability to control subordinates has improved a lot. You are better at taming these foreign servants than the master."

"Haha, of course!"

Alan raised his chin and was in a good mood.

"Have someone clean up this place, chop up the bodies and use them to fertilize the grape vines."

"Yes! Still the same as before!"

Hut smiled and called two servants to start working. Under the refracted light of the diamond, the bloodstains on the ground looked festive. What is this called... This is called a good start. I believe that after this period of time, the good luck of my young master will slowly turn around.

"Huth, arrange for our people to take over the entire island nation of Saria. As for them, father and son... just say that after they came to Wales to report to me, they died in a car accident while playing or sightseeing in the wild."

"I will arrange it myself, Master!"

Huth still looked at Alan with a smile, and the expression on his face became even more relieved.

…

March 12, 1995 is Arbor Day, a good day for traveling or moving.

The King of Qatar was also invited to visit Sweden on this day.

At this time, the Qatar Royal Palace is about to welcome its new owner.

It is located in the Ambassadors Quarter on one side of the Royal Palace.

This area is home to many politicians and embassies from various countries, so it's quite high-end.

At this time in a villa, Moza sat next to the Prince of Qatar, comforting the old prince who was a little too calm.

"After today, you will be able to take the position. The TV station has already prepared everything. Don't be nervous."

"Father's side..."

"Don't worry, he won't be back in a short time. Mr. Allen has made all the arrangements over there."

A trace of sadness flashed across the prince's face. He could not imagine that his father had ascended to the throne by starting a rebellion, and now, only so many years had passed, he had to rely on this method to ascend to the throne again. Would this become a tradition of the Qatari royal family in the future?

Moza looked at the worry on her husband's face and curled her lips inwardly.

This kind of useless scum...