"Unfortunate? Who do you say is unfortunate? Are you?" Abud laughed. He thought he had already won the victory, and had long lost his usual calmness and caution. In his eyes, whether it was his brother, Emir, his kingdom, or his nephew who was famous in the entire Arab world, today he was his belongings and could not escape.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the number of people here and the guns here, Abude would not think that the two guys in front of him still have a chance to flip. At this time, he was extremely grateful for his nephew's stupidity.

When he found that the situation was wrong, he didn't hurry to send the reinforcements, but instead ran out of the trap. Isn't this helping him? As long as he dispelled the father and son, who else could stop him from ascending to the supreme throne? Emil Abud... Oh ~ What an exciting and exciting title!

This is lucky enough to be here. His stupid nephew dares to say that he is unlucky. Humph, if this can be called unlucky, then let him be unlucky ten thousand times!

Abud, who was extremely confident, did not notice the confidence and seriousness in Prince Abdul Alimu's eyes when he said those words. Instead, he seemed to want to show his authority, and deliberately turned around and shouted at the group of supporters behind him.

"What, are you deaf? Haven't you heard the words of our noble Prince Abdul Alimu? You are despised. Even if you hold a steel gun in your hands, it will be just a bad luck in the eyes of His Highness! What? Don't you want to prove it to His Highness this Prince? See who will be unlucky!" Abu German incited everyone.

Perhaps birds of a feather flock together, and people are in groups. How many people who can follow Abud's footsteps have brains? Just as a slight incitement, soon, the people around them become angry.

Then I heard a few crisp sounds of "cracking" sounds, which were the sound of bullets loading, and then one black muzzle after another aimed at the direction where Prince Abdul Alimu stood.

"You, are you provoking me?" At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind Prince Abdul Alimu. The prince was also very obedient. As soon as the sound sounded, he naturally gave way to the side. Xiang's figure, who was originally blocked by him, slowly walked out from behind him.

Both men and one woman are Oriental. The woman looks the most ordinary, dressed in casual clothes like a girl next door. If she hadn't been under the guns of everyone, she still protected her calmness and indifferentness, Abude would have thought that this was just a little girl from the East.

In sharp contrast to this little girl are the two oriental men who left and right, who vaguely protected the little girl like a guard.

A silver-haired and silver eyes emitted an extremely cold aura from the body, especially those silver eyes. As long as you are swept by the silver eyes, you will feel that your body will be frozen. A chill that is uncontrollable at all rushed straight into your heart, causing you to feel the illusion that you will be frozen if you are staring at the silver eyes more.

The other one is completely different from this one. If the one with silver hair and silver eyes is a thousand years of ice, then the other one is a flame. She is obviously just a young man, but her colorful and gorgeous clothes are not only without any incongruity or frivolity or solemnity when wearing it. On the contrary, this gorgeousness adds a sense of nobility that no one can imitate. Just standing there will make you feel that you are born to be taller.

Three people, three feelings, but strange ones are completely unconflicted. On the contrary, the three temperaments are completely integrated, making your sight involuntarily seized by the three of them. Needless to say, these three people here are naturally Jian'er and his group of three.

"Who are you?" Abud asked in a cold voice.

Feeling the seemingly subdued suppression from the three of them made Abud very uncomfortable. He was suppressed by his brother in the name of care for half his life. Now he finally had to experience the serf singing, and he actually experienced the most unbearable feeling from these guys. It was obviously just a few young people, so how could they let him, Abud, the next Emir of this kingdom, experience such an unpleasant experience!

Especially, even though the lives of these guys in front of him were all in his hands, why should they be proud of themselves?! Thinking of the depression that these three people felt when they first came out, Abude suddenly felt anger and angry. He saw that the eyes of Jian'er and the other three people became more unfriendly.

"It doesn't matter who we are, what's important is..." At this moment, Yan Jun also spoke, his slightly raised eyelids and gorgeous voice made people lose half of his body.

"What is it?" Abud asked subconsciously.

"The important thing is that if you dare to point at me with these fire sticks, don't blame me for being polite!" Yan Jun raised his head suddenly, and an extremely powerful sense of oppression came from him, instantly grasping the whole audience.

"You are making up your mind to help Abdul. Are you doing the right thing with me?" Abude was not really stupid. He couldn't see Yan Jun's intention to use the subject.

"Help him?" Yan Jun glanced at Prince Abdul Alimu, "I don't deny that I have a deal with him, but this deal has been completed. As long as you don't come to provoke me, I will not interfere in the matter between you."

Yan Jun's words made Prince Abdul Alimu stunned. What's going on? Didn't this person say he wanted to support himself before?

"But..." At this moment, Yan Jun's words suddenly changed, "Now it seems that you are planning to force me to your opponent, right?"

Forced him to go against his opponent? Abud couldn't help but be stunned when did he force this person? Why didn't he find out? Is this person's expression ability problem or his understanding problem? Why did he find that he doesn't understand what this guy is talking about?
Chapter completed!