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There were many people attending the Abu Dhabi International Defense Exhibition, and the airport was full of welcoming groups holding banners.

Saraf and the younger generation of royal family members of Sarab have been waiting here for a long time.

His half-brother Khalid was forcibly pulled over and was looking around curiously.

"Brother, there's no need for us to come here in person to pick him up. I think you can introduce him to us at the defense exhibition tomorrow!"

Khalid is different from Saraf, who is very handsome and has a good figure. Although they both have a piece of cloth on their heads, his weight is over 200 kilograms.

Among the royal family members, he is a die-hard supporter of Saraf and the one who least covets the throne.

Saraf's face changed when he heard this, and he began to teach him a lesson: "Khalid, put away your royal arrogance."

"Remember, you can do whatever you want in Sarab, but you must restrain yourself and be humble in front of Dongda."

"Li Yunfei is my elder brother and also my teacher at Dongda. Today I am not introducing him to you, I am introducing you to him!"

"There's an old saying in Dongda University: It's easier to get things done if you have more acquaintances. Do you know how wide my eldest brother's network of contacts is in Dongda University?"

Saraf is now in Sarab and has begun to gradually take over power, making him second only to the emperor.

His introduction of Li Yunfei also made the royal family members of Sarab perk up and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

at this time.

A passerby was walking towards them. Khalid took out Li Yunfei's photo, compared it with the passerby, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Director Li, welcome! Welcome to the Middle East!"

"Hey, Kongni Qiwawa, Arigato, Arigato!" The man looked at Khalid and was stunned for a moment.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to greet it, and his waist instantly bent to 90 degrees.

"Foot basin man?" Khalid was stunned for a moment after hearing the answer, and his face changed instantly.

Saraf looked helpless. He waved to the bodyguards around him, and seven or eight bodyguards immediately carried the Japanese soldier away.

Face blindness exists among different races.

For these royal family members of Sarab, their face blindness towards yellow people is particularly serious. The main reason is that they have little contact with them in daily life, so everyone looks alike to them.

The person who was taken away was named Masao Takekawa, who was very famous in the Blue Star news industry. He was invited to attend the Abu Dhabi International Defense Exhibition.

Khalid and the others were dressed in an unusual way, and there was a row of luxury cars around them. Takekawa Masao was very self-aware that these people couldn't be the ones coming to greet him, but Khalid was very enthusiastic, which made him a little flattered.

He was still somewhat confused. Could it be that the empire's influence was so great now?

The moment he was carried out, he realized that he was mistaken for a student from Dongda University.

"What is my eldest brother's identity? He came to the Middle East on a special plane this time. How could he be alone?"

"If you are face-blind, don't recognize people randomly. Do you know how embarrassing it is to recognize the wrong person?" Saraf said dissatisfiedly.

At this time, Li Yunfei was leading the team towards the airport exit.

The airport was full of white robes, and he didn't recognize Saraf. It was Mr. He who saw the banner that Saraf had put up.

"Xiao Li, that banner says President Li. Is it welcoming you?"

When Li Yunfei heard this, he turned his head to look. After taking a look, he immediately covered his eyes with his hands and wanted to escape quickly.

"Welcome Mr. Li to the Middle East. The colorful world is fascinating, but Mr. Li is the most dazzling!"

It was obvious that it was that Saraf who was playing tricks and wanted to give him a surprise.

Where did this guy get the banner? He is just trying to stand out!
He ran and jogged, but was still a step too late and was discovered by Saraf.

"Brother, I finally found you. I haven't seen you for so long. I missed you so much." "Let me introduce you. This is my younger brother Khalid. These are all members of the royal family of Sarab."

"Coming to the Middle East is just like going to the University of Tokyo. It's like home. I have arranged everything for us!" Saraf brought a group of people and surrounded them.

This scene also attracted the attention of many reporters, and several people ran over to take pictures.

While Li Yunfei was greeting everyone, he was recalling the code of conduct for defense exhibitions that the bureau chief had given him.

As everyone was greeting each other enthusiastically and exchanging contact information, a cry of surprise suddenly came from outside the crowd.

A cry for help, like a pig being slaughtered, was heard, attracting everyone's attention.

Masao Takekawa lay on the ground with a look of pain on his face, and shouted to the reporters around him: "Call the police and call security. I've been attacked. He's a terrorist!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the airport exploded instantly.

The Middle East has never been a peaceful place, so it would be normal if there really were terrorists.

For a while.

Some people took photos continuously, some turned around and ran, and some decisively knelt on the ground with their hands raised.

Li Yunfei looked at the person pointed at by Takekawa Masao with a dark face, and walked over to ask, "Old Liu, you are not injured, right? What happened?"

The person being questioned was named Liu Sanjin, a retired special forces soldier and the captain of the security team led by Li Yunfei this time. He was fluent in multiple languages.

Although he looks very gentle, he is about 1.8 meters tall, with muscular muscles underneath his clothes, and his every move is a lethal one.

"Director, it's too vicious, I can't stand it. That bastard scolded me, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I took action!" Liu Sanjin's face was flushed, and he was still in a red-hot state, with a look of grief and indignation.

"When you're out and about, peace is the most important thing. It's normal to have some minor frictions, but you don't have to fight with others!"

"Director, I can tolerate him scolding other people, but how can I tolerate him saying I'm Japanese?" Liu Sanjin said with his fists clenched.

When Li Yunfei heard this, he couldn't help but frown. This little Japanese cursed very dirty and deserved to be beaten.

You can call people pigs, you can call people dogs, you can even call people worse than pigs and dogs, but you cannot call them Japanese!

At this time, Masao Takekawa was lying on the ground, using his hands and feet to loudly accuse the airport police and security guards that he had been subjected to a terrorist attack and had been fatally beaten.

He just thought Liu Sanjin looked like a Japanese, so he kindly stepped forward to remind him not to get too close, as those Sarab royal family members didn't like the Japanese.

Before he could even finish his words, he was elbowed and knocked flying. His chest ached terribly, and it felt like several of his ribs were broken.

No matter where this incident happens, it is definitely a crime of intentional injury.

The police in Arab, UAE also looked helpless. They really didn't want to care about the little guy lying on the ground, but there were so many reporters watching around.

One of their captains stood up, took out his ID photo, walked towards the group, and explained, "Excuse me, everyone. We need to take this gentleman back to the police station for investigation."

"What are you investigating? What is there to investigate? Isn't the button obvious?"

"This warrior was forced to defend his dignity because he deliberately insulted others and provoked them. Now who should we arrest?" Saraf was very dissatisfied and stood up to question.

"Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for us. We represent Arab, the United Arab Emirates, and there are so many reporters taking pictures around here."

"Can we take the man back to the police station, take his statement and leave him there?" the captain begged.

Saraf asked unhappily: "You represent Arab, UAE, so I can only talk to your king."

"Don't move, wait for me to make a phone call. I want to know if you, Arabs in the UAE, are still reasonable!" (End of this chapter)