King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Joe Ga was amused by Dorian and their actions...

Bringing up the dissection table was just the beginning...

When the hospital staff heard that Hu Lang was going to have a party on the rooftop, they took the initiative to have an electrician run a power line up there, and a group of nurse sisters were sent up to help with the decorations.

The eager Foreign Legion that had volunteered to stand guard rummaged through the nearby market to deliver beer, then cautiously asked if they could also join in.

The head chefs of the two Michelin restaurants in Monaco, along with several apprentices, came running over—an Italian and a Frenchman glared at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a good while, then settled into their respective corners to start preparations...

Various sizes of induction cookers were laid out, huge stainless steel pots began to boil water, and a bewildering array of kitchen utensils were displayed.

Watching the two chefs and their arsenal of equipment, Joe Ga understood why the cooks in Europe and America were less impressive.

Too much trouble!

To cut some lamb meat involved several kinds of knives, completely lacking the boldness and efficiency of China's chefs with their one cleaver, one black pot, and the world at their feet.

As if to challenge the routine, the Italian chef and the French chef had finished assigning tasks and started fussing over a makeshift iron grill.

After they got the charcoal fire ready and began marinating the sliced beef, Joe Ga shook his head, smiled at Nis, and said, "Want to taste my cooking skills?

I once read about a recipe in a book, and I think you'll like it because it suits Libyan flavors very well."

Nis was in very high spirits, laughing and nodding, "Then I really must try it. Do you need me to do anything to help?"

Joe Ga laughed heartily and said, "Peel garlic, I need some garlic..."

Looking around, Joe Ga pointed to the heated goose stones laid at the edge of the rooftop water tank and called out to Dorian, "Elephant, go get some stones and wash them clean; the boss is going to show you what real cooking is like..."

While Joe Ga was calling out orders, Charlene arrived at the rooftop with her two children.

Seeing everyone busy, she walked over to Joe Ga, held up her bandaged hands helplessly, and said, "I might not be able to help much..."

Joe Ga embraced Charlene, handed her over to Nis with a laugh, "You can't be of help, but you can cheer us on."

Then Joe Ga crouched down to look at Briella, who was raising her hands and jumping up and down, eager to join in. He pressed the little girl's head to make her look at Dorian, then seriously said, "Elephant always loves to slack off, so I'm giving you an important task, which is to supervise him.

Remember, no stone can be smaller than Elephant's fist, or the flavor of Hu Lang's cuisine will be compromised."

Upon hearing this, Briella's expression turned serious, she nodded, and then after a military salute, she fiercely said, "I'll keep an eye on Elephant..."

With that, the little girl 'gurgled' a laugh and then, with teeth bared and claws out, dashed over to Dorian and shouted, "Elephant, Hu Lang sent me to watch you—quickly place that stone in position; he said the stone must be as big as your fist."

Compared to his little sister's vitality, Jacques was far worse off...

The child was already sensitive by nature, and witnessing his mother being nailed to a car by terrorists during the kidnapping had caused a huge shock to his psyche.

Now, every day, he would wake up from nightmares, sometimes even needing medication to be able to sleep.

A four-year-old should be at the most playful and wholesome stage, but in just a few days, Jacques had lost several pounds.

Even with a psychologist intervening in the treatment, there was no improvement, and the prescribed medication made Joe Ga shake his head in disapproval.

Using drugs to ensure Jacques could have a full sleep wasn't necessarily bad, but he was only four, and the consequences of using too much medication were hard to predict.

Looking at Jacques with his listless eyes, Joe Ga glanced at the distressed Charlene, hesitated for a moment before squatting down in front of Jacques and said, "Hey, kid, what can you do?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga grabbed Jacques's arm, looked at the several wounds on it, and, with a smile, said, "I heard that whenever you have a nightmare, you 'treat' yourself...

You're brave enough to bleed yourself, so I guess you're not afraid of cutting flesh."

Charlene, hearing Joe Ga wanted to give Jacques a knife, was horrified and tried to speak, but Nis held her back...

Seeing Charlene's tears swirling in her eyes, Nis shook his head and said, "If you want Hu Lang's help, you have to trust him.

The doctor said Jacques is falling into self-blame, so he relieves his inner pain by hurting himself, but when he is completely awake, he is very timid, and even a loud voice would scare him into retreating."

As he spoke, Nis led Charlene and pointed to the busy P·B crowd around them, saying, "There are many bastards in P·B, but they are all tough guys.

Spending time with them, I don't know if Jacques's guilt will be alleviated, but at least it can make him less timid.

He's a child, but children are only physically weak, you have to believe in him, otherwise the more you protect him, the more guilty and timid he'll become."

Joe Ga didn't know what Nis was discussing with Charlene, but he led Jacques to a stainless steel bench, gave him a round bucket to stand on, then picked up a big piece of lamb still oozing blood and put it in front of him, and stuffed a knife into his hand...

Looking at Jacques's hesitant and nervous appearance, Joe Ga smiled and said, "You're brave enough to cut yourself, are you really afraid of cutting lamb?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga elbowed a chef's assistant out of the way, took a knife and cut a piece of lamb into chunks the size of half a fist with skin on, then gestured to Jacques saying, "Just cut it into pieces this size...

Everyone knows you feel guilty, but you don't have to take it out on yourself with a knife, let off some steam by chopping something else.

But you can't be afraid, there's nothing really scary about it, as long as you work hard, someday you'll be able to protect not just yourself but also your mother."

Joe Ga's tone wasn't very stern, but Jacques still couldn't dare to meet his eyes.

Watching Jacques hesitate and make a few gestures with the knife on the lamb, Joe Ga, growing impatient, walked behind him, grabbed his left hand and pressed it on the bloody meat, then guided his right hand to begin the cutting.

After cutting a few pieces of lamb, sensing that Jacques was gradually becoming accustomed to it, Joe Ga let go and moved aside, saying, "You continue, it's not scary at all, right?"

The reason Jacques was timid was not the cutting of meat, but rather a sense of rejection from his surroundings because he felt he didn't fit in.

Participating in labor was the only solution Joe Ga could think of, after all, the child was only four years old, it was not like he could be sent to join the army.

Jacques was a child, after all. Giving him support and involving him in group activities would surely overturn his slight sense of inferiority.

Being unable to protect his mother plunged the child into a deep abyss of self-blame and consequently feelings of inferiority as well.

Joe Ga was not a psychologist, but he knew that humans are social animals and everyone needs companions.

What does being a prince matter? Jacques is still a child at the end of the day.

Let him be a part of the crowd. He is naturally lively, and even if he is not comfortable now, he would subconsciously try to adapt to his surroundings.

Keeping him constantly with the source of his guilt, namely Charlene, was actually not a good thing.

Joe Ga, coming from the countryside, did not place much importance on psychological issues.

Moreover, he had undergone rigorous training and even broke through the barriers of life and death.

In his mind, psychological issues and the like were irrelevant. Were there a shortage of neurotics in P·B?

As long as a person exhausts their physical strength, instinct will urge them to rest.

Having gained a bit of liveliness from cutting meat, Jacques was then arranged by Joe Ga to wash stones with Dorian and Briella.

Dorian was in charge of stealing water from the tank, while the mischievous Briella would secretly sprinkle the used water down to the floor below, and then look over the railing with concern and curiosity to see the reaction below...

The feeling of doing something naughty together was actually quite thrilling for children.

Watching Jacques speed up the stone washing process, wanting to provide Briella with enough 'ammunition' for her rain, Joe Ga smiled and shook his head, then walked over to Charlene and said, "You should consider changing Jacques's environment...

He's a child, so he can adapt to most environments, but once he gets used to his situation under your excessive care, it wouldn't be good if this went on too long."

Charlene listened, covered her eyes in distress, and nodded, saying, "I understand, but I can't..."

Joe Ga frowned upon hearing this and said, "If you're saying you can't stand up to the Monaco Royal Family, I'm telling you, you can!

I plan to set up a branch of P·B in Monaco, specially in charge of maritime security services.

This subsidiary can be established in your name, you will be the leader of this company.

As long as we operate properly, this company could take over Monaco's maritime security business.

I've contacted a Hamilton-class patrol boat and plan to purchase two patrol ships later...

Along with a squad of the Marine Corps, the Monaco Royal Family must show you respect."

Saying this, Joe Ga patted Charlene on the arm and added, "You need to pull yourself together, everything has to be fought for by oneself.

It's not just about you anymore; Monaco is not a good place for Jacques to grow up, you need to clear the obstacles for him."

Charlene, with tears in her eyes, said in disbelief, "Me, in charge of a military contracting company?"

Joe Ga nodded confidently and said, "Why not?

Monaco lacks the ability to protect itself. If the Princess sets up a military contracting company to provide maritime security for Monaco citizens, who would object?

Could the Princess really be worse than the negligent French navy?"

Joe Ga spoke with a loud voice, and before Charlene could respond, another voice emerged from behind them...

"That's correct, the Princess of Monaco is ultimately more trusted by the local people. Instead of them wasting money on establishing an army that can't even find a garrison, it's better to entrust the security work to a military contracting company."

Joe Ga frowned, turned around, and saw that it was the France Internal Security deputy minister Jean-Pierre whom he had met once before...

Seeing that Ayu was bringing two unconscious men in black suits, which made Jean-Pierre a bit nervous, Joe Ga gestured for Ayu to stop, then looked at Pierre and said with a smile, "You seem to have gone to great lengths to see me."

Pierre, noticing Ayu's keen gaze on him, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said helplessly, "Hu Lang, that Gami has achieved his objective, we need to talk...

Our Prime Minister has prepared a plane, and as soon as you give the word, he can arrive in Monaco by tomorrow.

The big shots here have caused a lot of trouble, and our Cabinet and Parliament have come under pressure.

Honestly, the advice you just gave to the Princess was good; this kind of compromise is the best way to handle things."

As he spoke, Pierre leaned in close to Joe Ga and said quietly, "Monaco can never have its own military, but they have suggested that France provides them with warships.

Hu Lang, you should understand that this is impossible. If you really plan to open a company, some inside France will support you, and they'll provide you with some funds."

Joe Ga was taken aback, then realized this guy came to offer him benefits, having heard what he said to Charlene. He immediately took advantage of the situation, solving Monaco's problem while placing the favor in the right hands.

Joe Ga looked at this sly fellow with slanted eyes and said, "Then I won't take any money, I wouldn't dare ask for a Horizon-class destroyer either. Just give me two Aquitaine-class frigates instead.

There must be many jobless ex-navy in France; I can resolve their employment issue.

You don't have to thank me, just write me a letter of gratitude and by the way, send a medal..."

Pierre wiped the sweat from his forehead again, and said helplessly, "Hu Lang, let's talk about something more understandable..."