CHAPTER 1529: CHAPTER 1581: HE WOULD KILL YOU FOR MONEY

The prince didn’t even know how he left; after all, he was carried out because he really didn’t have any strength left in his body, slumped in the chair. Not to say he was almost breathless, but even breathing was a struggle.

This tolerance for pain, truly weak, Li Yifei moved to the side, making way for the prince, looking at the seemingly dying prince, thinking that in less than a month, he earned 20 billion US dollars, and wasn’t too thrilled. Now there’s a chance to get another 10 billion US dollars, and he still wasn’t too excited.

Unmoved by honor or disgrace, indifferent to joy or sorrow, look at this psychological quality of mine...

After the prince left, Li Yifei glanced at Sashar, the latter had already restrained his wealthy demeanor, because next to Li Yifei, he really couldn’t count as a tycoon.

"Let’s go back," Li Yifei said.

Sashar nodded, turned back to look at the platform where the duel took place, those lightly injured mercenaries were still standing there, all together looking at Li Yifei.

"Cherish life," Li Yifei said lightly. Finished saying, he turned and walked towards Sashar’s car. Among those mercenaries, a few more fragile ones suddenly started crying, coming from Golden Eagle’s advice. They had to listen; life only comes once, once it’s gone, it’s gone.

Sashar waved his hand, didn’t exchange pleasantries with other princes, got into the car, and let the driver head home.

The Hawk suddenly became the Golden Eagle, Sashar was still not quite adapted to Li Yifei’s role change, but fortunately, Sashar inherited some of the lavish royal family’s traits, like being straightforward and unconcerned with trifles. On the way, he stared at Li Yifei for a long time and said, "Are you really the Golden Eagle?"

Li Yifei glanced at him and said, "If there’s only one Golden Eagle, then it must be me."

Sashar moved his lips and said, "I can’t think of anyone who would dare impersonate the Golden Eagle."

"Haha!" Li Yifei laughed after hearing, shook his head, and said nothing.

After a while, Sashar said again, "Your speed of making money is much faster than mine."

Speaking of this, Sashar clapped his hands and said, "Do you think my prince uncle will give you money?"

Li Yifei turned his head and said, "Do you think he would default?"

Sashar grinned and said, "Not necessarily, although today’s matter is not considered big, I feel the King, aka my grandfather, would know about it anyway. If he knows, there are two possibilities: either my uncle gives you the money, or..."

"Or he sends someone to kill me, once and for all," Li Yifei said calmly.

Sashar nodded and said, "Yes, this old man is ruthless. If it’s one billion, I reckon he’d still grudgingly give it to you, but multiplying that by a hundred... then it’s not a minor issue, I feel once he calms down, he will have someone arrange your assassination."

Li Yifei’s lips curled into a faint smile, nodded subtly twice, and didn’t speak.

Sashar raised his eyebrows, seeing that Li Yifei seemed unafraid, he instead got a little anxious, saying, "I’m not joking. Just taking out one billion, not to mention top assassins, even letting the US Navy on the seas mobilize once is enough. In fact, I feel he might even mobilize our country’s army to hunt you down... I’m really not kidding. This uncle of mine has a title; he’s a general, and he commands a garrison force, one with a thousand people..."

"Are you talking about the UAE national military?"

"Yeah, so he still has some power. If he’s really determined not to give you money, it seems you don’t have many options."

"Haha, there’s always a way, but what you said is also important. In case he’s determined not to give me money and still wants to kill me..."

"That’s why I think that when you’re in Dubai, it’s best to stay with me. If he wants to kill you, he still has to worry about me and wouldn’t dare attack my home..."

As Sashar said this, Li Yifei instead looked at him with higher regard, asking curiously, "Such kind intentions? Aren’t you afraid of causing trouble for yourself?"

Sashar shook his head, smiled, and said, "I still believe in fate. Being able to meet on the plane, and then all these interesting things happen, that’s why I think we can become friends. Remember what I said before? I don’t choose friends based on their backgrounds."

"I don’t look at someone’s status either."

"Exactly, so I think I should help a friend a bit."

Li Yifei shook his head and said, "Let’s talk about it later. Who knows, maybe your uncle doesn’t want to kill me, haha."

Sashar rolled his eyes and said, "Even more so, he wouldn’t obediently give you the money. I think you’d better not take this risk. You should know, this is no joking matter. Yes, you can fight, but facing a whole unit, all equipped with the world’s most advanced weapons, I don’t think you would stand much chance."

Li Yifei put his hand on his knee, gently rubbed, and said calmly, "Let’s wait and see when he wants to kill me, but I thank you for your offer. I know this matter is serious too, but those familiar with me all know, if someone doesn’t offend me, I won’t offend them; if someone offends me, they might have to pay a price too."

"Are you going to kill him first?"

"That’s ridiculous. He’s never tried to kill me, so why should I kill him? Besides, even if I did, I wouldn’t get the money."

"Fine, suit yourself. But if my uncle really plans to kill you, you’re welcome to stay at my place anytime. My house is so big, it could fit a hundred people, let alone one. Don’t ask me why I’m helping you; I just want to."

"Haha, thanks!" Li Yifei laughed aloud and added, "Got any booze? Let’s have a drink."

Sashar turned to the car’s fridge and pulled out a few cans of chilled beer, handing two to Li Yifei while opening one for himself.

Li Yifei took the beers, opened one, raised it, clinked glasses with Sashar, and took a long swig.

Not long after, a Knight Fifteen roared over, its aggressive momentum really terrifying. Vehicles along the way even worried this thing might bulldoze straight over them. Fortunately, the driver was skilled, and the Knight Fifteen rushed into the estate where Li Yifei and Sashar had just been. With a drift that kicked up a cloud of sand, it stopped, and a woman in military uniform stepped out of the car, although this uniform was different from the typical UAE style.

She wore a skirt bottom and a tight-fitting top, paired with mid-length boots. Her long hair was tied up under a hat. As she got out, she pulled off her gloves and sunglasses, striding quickly towards the princes watching from afar.

This group of princes, eager for entertainment and not afraid of trouble, didn’t disperse immediately. Some discussed Li Yifei’s identity, while others already planned fun activities for the night.

Seeing the woman approach, a few princes retreated, trying to hide themselves. Meanwhile, the prince rescued by Li Yifei brightened up and hurried towards her.

The woman stopped, looking down at Little Prince, and said, "Omo, where is he?"

The Little Prince, namely Omo, took a step back, looked up, and said, "Sister, he’s gone. I couldn’t keep him. I didn’t know how to anyway."

The woman’s eyebrows shot up and she urgently said, "Gone? Didn’t I tell you to keep him here? I rushed over as soon as I got your call, and you let him go."

Omo chuckled awkwardly, replying, "It’s not about whether I could keep him. He wanted to leave, and there was no way I could stop him. Sister, it’s really not my fault. Everyone saw, he drove straight off."

"Hm?"

"Oh, right. He left with Brother Sashar, and they seemed pretty close."

"Sashar? Alright, I’ll go after them!"

"Wait, sister, it’s not urgent now. There’s something more important I need to tell you." Omo quickly grabbed the tall woman’s arm, speaking urgently.

The woman frowned, put her sunglasses back on, and said, "Go on."

"Let’s go over there, I’ll tell you in private," Omo said.

The other princes wisely kept their distance, and those who had secretly retreated did not dare approach again.

The woman pulled Omo over to the side of the car without speaking, waiting for him to share the important news.

Omo recounted the earlier events to the woman, who raised her eyebrows while listening. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, but the smile on her lips made Omo realize his sister seemed even more intrigued.

After listening, the woman asked, "Omo, is everything you said true? Did that guy really lose a hundred billion US dollars?"

"Of course, but none of us think he’ll actually pay up, which makes Uncle Golden Eagle dangerous..."

"Uncle, my ass. That’s brother, and he’s not that old. I’ve checked; he’s only about thirty-something, definitely not an old man," the woman emphasized.

Afterward, she lifted her foot and kicked the Knight Fifteen’s tire, huffed, and said, "He wants to kill someone? Give him some courage. No, wait, I need to find someone; this old man might actually kill for money."

Having said this, she was about to get in the car, but Omo held her back, saying, "Sister, can you calm down? I think mature men prefer composed women. You’re so impulsive, it doesn’t feel right."

After listening, the woman was initially going to glare at Omo, but moments later, her furrowed brows relaxed. She pinched Omo’s face, tugged, then patted it, and with a soft voice said, "Good boy, still the best brother. Your suggestion is quite good; sister will take it to heart. I’ll gift you a sports car later as your coming-of-age present."

After finishing, she let go and opened the car door to get in.

Omo, amused and bothered, rubbed his face, still wanting to speak, but saw the woman had already sped off, leaving him behind to spit out dust and mutter to himself, "I guess I spoke for nothing; sister totally ignored me."