Chapter 1544: Chapter 1596: The Prince Intervenes
Sarama looked at Li Yifei with such a fiery gaze, a fire mixed with a hint of shyness, as if she wanted to look but dared not, yet she couldn’t bring herself to look away. She didn’t even care about the reactions of those around her. After all, these past few years, Sarama didn’t really care about others’ opinions, or she just outright ignored them.
Li Yifei noticed Sashar and nodded to him in acknowledgnt.
Sashar forced a stiff smile and turned to look at Sa’er, who was being supported by several Japanese, shouting and screaming. The two were cousins, had so rapport, but it wasn’t as good as one would imagine. Sa’er didn’t buy his insistence, and he didn’t buy Sa’er’s either.
With the steward’s report, Sashar understood the situation.
He had no choice but to resolve the issue; today, there were many elders and officials at the house. If he didn’t settle things quickly and the old man saw, he might get punished.
Wu Shuwei saw Sashar and understood, thinking to himself, indeed, it’s this prince. It seems Li Yifei has a decent relationship with him. But what is his relationship with that beautiful woman? Is there a story between the two of them?
Perplexed, Wu Shuwei slightly furrowed his brows, gazing at Li Yifei and that spirited princess.
Angelina blinked her big eyes, even more puzzled, but had a vague excitent in her heart, feeling as if this extraordinary Huaxia man was enacting a magical story at this mont, so she wanted to watch attentively.
The few Japanese were furious at this mont, itching to rush over and strangle Li Yifei. Yet there was also a hint of fear. Tonohei didn’t know Sarama, but he knew of this beautiful and strange princess, knew many of her stories, but had never had the chance to et her.
When he heard Prince Sa’er screaming Sarama’s na earlier, Tonohei felt that today’s matter... might be going awry.
Beside him, Honda Takeshi didn’t understand and continued clamoring that he would kill Li Yifei and that woman. Tonohei gently pulled him, and Honda Takeshi, confused, turned his head, discontentedly saying, "Tonohei, didn’t you say you were powerful here? Hurry up and resolve today’s matter for . I was wronged, I want revenge! Otherwise, when I return ho, I’ll tell my father about this."
"Takeshi, today’s matter isn’t easy to handle. The woman on the other side is a princess, with the rank of major... and the man who ran over is a prince; this is their ho..."
"So what? I don’t believe His Royal Highness will side with them. If you don’t handle it, I’ll go to the prince for justice," Honda Takeshi said defiantly.
Tonohei’s mouth moved, wanting to say sothing, but he swallowed it back.
At this mont, Sashar walked over, ca up to Sa’er and the others, and with a cold face, asked, "Sa’er, you’d better head to the hospital now. I’ll explain to my father. Today’s banquet is quite important, so it’s best not to make a big scene."
"Make a big scene? Am I the one making a big scene? Didn’t you see your sister’s Flying Dagger hit ? Outrageous!" Sa’er said, gnashing his teeth and glaring, managing to tolerate the pain in his arm but unable to swallow his pride.
Sashar glanced at his arm, then curled his lips and said, "Do you understand what ’no doing, no dying’ ans? You provoked my sister. Even if you go to my father, you won’t find any justification. Hurry and bandage it up at the hospital, or you might end up losing too much blood."
"You!" Sa’er snorted, casting a sowhat vengeful look at Sarama and Li Yifei.
As they spoke, Sarama heard the conversation behind her. She smiled lightly at Li Yifei, saying softly, "Golden Eagle, I’ll go sort this out. Don’t be too impatient."
Li Yifei nodded, and Sarama turned and began to walk towards Sa’er. As she moved, Li Yifei noticed her swipe her little hand over her thigh, and two flashes of cold light appeared; she had pulled out two Flying Daggers. These Flying Daggers had a very peculiar design, very petite, just right for a woman.
Li Yifei was a bit curious. What kind of experiences had turned a delicate princess into a female soldier who wore a military uniform and played with Flying Daggers?
Sarama approached her brother, looked coldly at Sa’er, clutching two Flying Daggers in her hand, and said, "Sa’er, what do you want to do? Help these Japanese fellows bully my friend? Or do you want to spar with ? Fine, shooting or Flying Daggers, or hand-to-hand combat, you choose one."
Sa’er choked; he could quibble with Sashar, but with Sarama, he couldn’t quibble successfully. In the eyes of ordinary people, she was simply a madwoman.
Sashar folded his arms, secretly amused, glanced at his sister with an encouraging look, as if saying, "Sis, you handle it, quickly get rid of them, don’t disturb the banquet."
Sarama snorted and said, "Brother Sa’er, I want to ask you a question."
"Speak!"
"If soone harasses , as my brother, what would you do?" Sarama asked.
Sa’er smirked and said, "Of course I wouldn’t allow it, I’d... beat him up!"
"Alright then, soone just tried to do sothing inappropriate to , I’m really upset, let’s see how you’ll handle it," Sarama said.
Sa’er instantly realized he’d fallen into a trap, subconsciously shook his head, and heard Sarama raise her hand, pointing next to him, saying, "That sleazy Japanese guy, he secretly harassed
just now. I feel very angry right now. In an Islamic country, he dares to harass won. If he wasn’t your friend, I’d kill him right now."
The one being pointed at, Honda Takeshi, was completely bewildered. He didn’t comprehend what was being said because Sarama and the others were speaking Arabic. Coincidentally, Tonohei also didn’t understand, but knew it wasn’t good, and nudged Honda Takeshi, indicating he should keep quiet.
However, Honda Takeshi misunderstood the intention, stepped forward, and said, "This beautiful lady, I’m Honda Takeshi, the second son of Japan’s Honda Financial Group. Are you referring to ?"
Sa’er frowned and scolded him softly, "Go back now!"
"Huh?" Honda Takeshi was confused.
Sarama’s face hardened again, as she said, "Sa’er, if you don’t handle this, I’ll take care of it myself, my way."
As she spoke, she opened her hand, and two gleaming throwing knives flashed out. Sa’er instinctively stepped back, realizing the situation wasn’t good for him, while Honda Takeshi also understood this wasn’t good, and hastily retreated.
Sashar grabbed his sister’s arm, pulled her back, and said to Sa’er, "Enough, go get treated, we’ll talk later."
Sa’er’s face went pale and flushed with anger after being stuck for a while, realizing he hardly had a good way to handle the situation.
Li Yifei stood behind, naturally watching Sashar and Sarama stand up for him. He wasn’t worried about the prince and the Japanese, but rather recalling Sarama’s identity, he seed to understand a bit, the identity of this valiant female soldier.
That ti during the mission in the Middle East, Li Yifei protected many, killed quite a few, but scarcely saved anyone, so the scope was small. Since the other party knew him, it must be among those rescued or protected.
In that sense, he and Sashar indeed had so connections.
Both sides were facing off, Sarama seed ready to throw the dagger at any mont, while Sa’er knew well he wouldn’t gain an advantage today, yet didn’t want to back down.
An annoyed voice sounded, and the crowd automatically parted as a middle-aged man, also wearing Arab robes, strode over, saying, "What are you all doing? Quickly, separate!"
With the appearance of the middle-aged man, both Sashar’s and Sa’er’s expressions changed, while Sarama’s remained the sa.
Several Japanese recognized this man, displayed indignation, and walked over to him, protesting, "Your Highness Prince, you’re finally here, please diate for us!"
The prince, who was also the host of tonight’s event, was Their Royal Highness Gibbs, Sashar and Sarama’s father. He glanced at the Japanese, nodded slightly, and noncommittally said, "There are many guests here, Sa’er, go to the dical room in the back and get bandaged, Sarama, return to your room, Sashar, take care of the guests."
"Huh?" The Japanese, full of hope that Prince Gibbs would intervene, were stunned by the result. They widened their eyes as if they hadn’t heard clearly, with Honda Takeshi directly blocking Prince Gibbs’ way, loudly saying, "Prince Gibbs, what about those two Huaxia People? They’ve offended us multiple tis tonight and even attacked us. Aren’t you going to handle this? This is your territory, we’ve suffered losses, so we’re turning to you for justice. If we were outside, we certainly have ways to deal with those two."
Gibbs frowned slightly, thinking this Little Japan doesn’t know when to quit. He hadn’t directly intervened, intending to ease tensions for both sides. He couldn’t handle his own daughter; Sarama’s identity was sowhat special and favored by the Chief, and sotis even he, her father, couldn’t say anything. As for his son, he had many sons but wouldn’t criticize one in front of so many people. Regarding the Huaxia man...
Why would I provoke him, that’s the Golden Eagle! Gibbs shouted internally. He quickly learned of Golden Eagle’s presence in the desert, known for his son’s friendship with Golden Eagle. Gibbs refrained from interference and encouragent, treating it as a private matter unrelated to the royal family, unwilling to expose this relationship tonight.
The Japanese even threatened him, causing the prince’s face to darken, softly saying, "Tonohei, soone will discuss tomorrow’s matters with you soon, you’d better sort your mood and prepare for tomorrow! Don’t let these things affect you."
Tonohei’s mouth moved slightly, understanding they had to swallow the loss today. Even if they didn’t want to, they had to, blinking a few tis, nodded, and replied, "Thank you, Prince, we’ll restrain our emotions and not cause you trouble!"
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