The prophet was a little worried and said: "The masters of the nine countries and the coalition forces are dead, and the revenge has been avenged. I don't think it is better..."
Ye Qiu said: "You want to say it's over here?"
The prophet nodded slightly and said: "It's better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. I think it's better to just let it go..."
"It can't be counted!" Ye Qiu said: "The masters from the nine countries came out in full force with the purpose of destroying your Vatican."
"Why do they dare to do this? They are just relying on the strength of numbers, and there are more masters than you."
"If I hadn't come, you would have been completely destroyed."
"Although the masters of the nine countries and the coalition forces are dead and their revenge has been avenged, it is impossible to think of it until now."
"Besides, now that all the masters of the nine kings have been killed, no one can stop me, so there is no need to worry about trouble."
"Anyway, if they dare to bully you, I will make them pay the price."
The prophet smiled and charmed the country.
She was wearing a white dress, which outlined her graceful figure. Ye Qiu was walking beside her, smelling the delicious body fragrance in his nose, feeling a little distracted.
The prophet said: "I received intelligence earlier that all the heads of state of the nine countries in the Middle East gathered at the Burj Al Arab Hotel. It is estimated that there is no news from the experts of the nine countries, and they are anxious."
Ye Qiu smiled and said, "That's just right, so I don't have to come to you one by one."
Afterwards, the two boarded the plane and left.
Two o'clock in the morning.
Middle East, Burj Al Arab.
This hotel is the most luxurious seven-star hotel in the world. It took five years to build and cost a huge amount of money. After hundreds of designers from around the world, they finally created this world-famous business card.
The Burj Al Arab looks like a sail filled with wind. It is the tallest hotel in the world and attracts countless tourists.
Rumor has it that even the faucets and toilets in the presidential suite here are made of gold.
Today, all the guests in this hotel were kicked out. A large number of soldiers were deployed inside and outside the hotel, all of them were armed and ready.
At this time, the luxurious conference room was full of people.
The heads of state of nine Middle Eastern countries gathered here.
In front of the huge round table, the big guys looked sad.
Experts from nine countries led the coalition forces to besiege the Vatican. Today, they suddenly lost news, which gave them a bad feeling.
"Why hasn't the news come back from Joseph yet?"
"Also, why is there no news from the coalition forces?"
"What's going on in the Vatican?"
Questions rang out in the conference room.
(Forgive me for speaking in Chinese, after all, not many people understand foreign languages. Is this explanation very true?)
At this time, a middle-aged man pointed at another old man in a suit, slightly fat, with a gold ring on his hand and asked: "Hassan, you are the commander-in-chief of this battle, and you have to give us an explanation now."
Suddenly, the other big guys all looked at the old man.
Hassan sneered and said: "The leader of this battle is still Joseph. If you want to explain, go to Joseph yourself."
The middle-aged man said: "Who knows what Joseph is doing? There is no news yet. I really want to kill him."
Hassan's eyes turned cold and he said: "Kill Joseph? How dare you say such a thing? Do you want to die?"
"I--"
boom!
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was knocked open, and a man and a woman walked in from the outside.
The man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is as beautiful as a flower, just like a pair of golden boys and girls.
Ye Qiu and the Prophet are here!
"Hi, everyone!"
Ye Qiu raised his hand, with a charming smile on his face, and greeted everyone present.
However, no one paid attention to him.
Damn it, shameless face.
Ye Qiu's face instantly turned cold.
These heads of state ignored Ye Qiu at all, and all their eyes fell on the prophet's face, their eyes filled with deep shock.
Obviously, they did not expect the prophet to appear here. In their eyes, the prophet should have turned into a dead body by this time.
"The masters of the nine countries and the coalition forces have been buried in the Vatican, and they will not send back any news." The prophet said in a Middle Eastern language.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Snapped!
Hassan stood up and shouted something angrily.
"What is he talking about?" Ye Qiu asked.
The prophet replied: "He said it was impossible for Joseph to die."
"Joseph is not immortal, so why can't he die?" Ye Qiu said, "I killed him."
The prophet translated Ye Qiu's words. After hearing the words, everyone looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief.
Ye Qiu said coldly: "All the masters and coalition forces you sent have been killed, and there are no bones left."
"I'm here to tell you that you have to pay a price for bullying others."
"Now, I give you two choices. First, compensate the prophet with one hundred tons of gold and one hundred billion U.S. dollars."
"Second, I will send you to see Joseph."
The prophet translated Ye Qiu's words.
Soon, these heads of state were all staring at Ye Qiu, with angry flames dancing in their eyes.
There were several others, pointing at Ye Qiu and chirping for a while, saying bird songs that Ye Qiu didn't understand.
Especially Hassan, who was very arrogant and pointed at Ye Qiu and shouted loudly.
Although Ye Qiu couldn't understand what this guy was talking about, he could tell from Hassan's expression that this guy was scolding him.
"What is he talking about?" Ye Qiu asked.
The prophet said: "He is scolding you and saying that it is impossible to give me so much gold, and..."
call out!
A sword whistle suddenly sounded.
Ye Qiu raised his finger to activate a sword energy, which pierced Hasan's eyebrows.
In an instant, blood spurted out from the center of Hassan's eyebrows, and he died with his eyes open.
The scene was as silent as a cicada.
The other heads of state looked at Ye Qiu in horror.
Even the prophet didn't expect Ye Qiu to act so decisively and kill directly.
"If anyone is dissatisfied, just stand up!"
Ye Qiu released huge murderous intent. Suddenly, the temperature in the entire conference room suddenly dropped to below zero, and the heads of state shivered.
"The prophet is mine, and if you are against her, you are against me."
"If you don't pay compensation today, I will let you destroy the country tomorrow."
"I, Ye Qiu, do what I say!"
Ye Qiu's eyes were like blades, scanning over the faces of the heads of state present one by one. Everyone who saw his eyes felt that their souls were about to explode.
"My patience is limited, give me the result within thirty seconds, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
The prophet translated Ye Qiu's words again.
Less than ten seconds.
The heads of state present all agreed to pay compensation. Not only that, they also drafted an agreement on the spot, guaranteeing that they would always have good relations with the Vatican and never fight each other again.
He also promised that the compensation in gold and US dollars would be delivered to the Vatican tonight.
Ye Qiu put away his murderous intent and said with a smile: "That's right. I like to convince others with virtue."
When the prophet heard this, he wanted to laugh a little, so he translated Ye Qiu's words to the heads of state.
The next second, the heads of state showed smiles that were uglier than crying.
"Okay, the matter has been resolved, let's go!" Ye Qiu took the prophet's hand and walked away.
