Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 130: A Severe Beating of the Traitor!

The departure of the Zion representative caused a huge uproar in the meeting room, marking the complete breakdown of negotiations between Zion and Arab countries.

A cacophony of confused, questioning, and even awe-inspiring voices and gazes swept over Lu Lin. He had indeed vented his anger with those few words, and the increased blood flow had made the injury on his shoulder ache slightly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"The meeting is adjourned, temporarily!"

The chairman banged his gavel three times.

During halftime, the crowd began to leave.

Lu Lin saw King Setis get up and walk towards the door, so he mingled in the crowd and followed him.

Two Bedouin warriors followed closely behind. They were originally royal sword instructors, similar to imperial guards, and were now specifically assigned to be Lu Lin's personal bodyguards.

Looking at that calm and composed figure, Lu Lin's anger surged.

Of all the Arab countries that supported continuing the attack on Zion, only Masr and Hashim chose to remain silent.

Masr is in a desperate situation and no longer dares to openly challenge Zion, otherwise Cairo will become the next Damascus.

Hashem was simply opportunistic and remained inactive throughout the war. As a frontline nation, its troops suffered even fewer losses than those of its Arab allies in North Africa who sent troops to support it!

What's even more disgusting is their betrayal of their allies, which resulted in heavy losses for Shuangzhi and almost destroyed the only victory achieved by the Arab coalition.

He saw King Setis turn and walk into the bathroom, so he strode in after him.

There were two guards holding copies of the Quran at the entrance to the restroom. When they saw Lu Lin trying to rush in, they immediately stopped him.

Lu Lin gave a signal, and the Bedouin warriors behind him immediately stepped forward, shoving and pushing the two guards into the restroom, and then subdued them.

King Setis heard the commotion outside, but he never expected that anyone would dare to cause trouble at the United Nations.

At this time, the "Munich massacre" that shocked the world had not yet occurred. Everyone remained restrained, just like gentlemen in the Spring and Autumn Period, and chose to resolve the dispute in a more dignified way.

Then he saw Lu Lin barge in.

The two stared at each other.

"Oh no," Lu Lin thought, "why does this old man seem to be taller than me?"
King Setis frowned, but he still turned to the side and said, "If you need it urgently, please make yourself at home."

“No,” Lu Lin interrupted him coldly, “I came here to find you.”

King Setis looked the young man up and down, then suddenly realized, "It's you!"

“On behalf of the vast Arab people and the soldiers fighting bravely on the front lines, I have a question for you,” Lu Lin stared at him: “Have you ever made a decision to betray your allies?”

King Setis said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

“Then let me help you recall.” Lu Lin interrupted him, staring into the other’s eyes: “On the 15th of October 1388 in the Islamic calendar, the 210th Armored Division of Zion cut off the logistics supply line of the Shuangzhi Northern Expeditionary Force via Highway 53, which was originally the retreat route we agreed upon with Hashim!”

“Loweshed is Hashim’s territory, and we naturally have the right to choose who to cooperate with without having to notify anyone.”

King Setis looked at the young lion, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips: "This is the United Nations, Your Highness. If you don't want to be prosecuted for interfering in the internal affairs of other countries, then I'll take my leave."

Then he was kicked to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the other person straddled him and began to beat him severely.

Fists rained down, and King Setis, after all, was old, and was pinned down and brutally beaten by the much younger Lu Lin.

Lu Lin was initially concerned about the injury on his left shoulder, but later he couldn't care less about that anymore. He had already treated this as a life-or-death battle.

"Guards! Guards!" King Setis cried out in terror, covering his head with his hands and kicking his legs wildly.

His composure had completely vanished, replaced by panic.

When has he ever experienced such a scene?

However, the guards outside had already been taken into custody by Lu Lin's men, and even the onlookers were kept outside.

"I'll teach you to be a fence-sitter!"

"I'm forcing you to make peace with Zion!" "Do you even know how many people you've killed! How many?!"

Since the United Nations prohibits carrying guns or any lethal weapons, Lu Lin could only rely on his fists to beat up his opponent.

The stitches on his left shoulder wound burst open, and blood stained his military uniform, but Lu Lin was completely unaware.

His dopamine and endorphins were being released in a frenzy, enhancing pleasure while suppressing the pain.

The two guards struggled to help, but were kicked in the groin and turned into shrimp-like creatures.

Wow, that's a great move!

Lu Lin's eyes lit up, but he couldn't do it while he was riding on Setis, so he prepared to get up. However, the loosening of his body allowed King Setis to take the opportunity to get up.

"Still want to run?!"

Lu Lin kicked the other person in the butt.

King Setis lost his balance and fell forward, smashing through the cubicle door and smashing the toilet to pieces.

Then he lay on the ground and started groaning.

At this moment, the security guards outside finally arrived, began to maintain order, and helped King Setis, who was covered in an unknown liquid, to his feet.

"No, no, I can't go out like this." King Setis tried to save face, but UN reporters were already on the scene and had recorded everything on film.

Lu Lin came out of the restroom and saw that a large crowd had gathered outside.

Prince Muhammad saw the blood on his shoulder and sighed, "How did you manage to hurt yourself?"

"It's probably just a loose thread, it's nothing serious." Lu Lin glanced at it, and now he started to feel pain, that kind of "squeaking" pain.

Representatives from other Arab countries also met the disheveled King Setis. Joseph exclaimed in surprise, "Did you do this?"

Lu Lin shrugged: "Can you really resist the urge to take action?"

He felt that Joseph's gaze suddenly became "astounding".

Commander Hafez, who always believed in the power of the strong and force, also gave him a thumbs up: "You've got guts! Well done!"

As a result, Lu Lin was surrounded as a hero.

"Give way."

A group of people in suits arrived at the scene, led by Erich von Stern, the Secretary of State of the United States. After seeing the chaos at the scene, his eye bags became even deeper.

"Your Excellency, this is a serious diplomatic incident," Erich said solemnly.

"Young people are full of vigor and it's inevitable that they'll be impulsive."

“Impulsive?” Ehrlich sighed. “You mean in a fit of rage, he punched another country’s head of state into the toilet in the UN restroom? Those reporters filmed it all; it won’t be the next day, and the news will be all over the world!”

“Then let them spread it,” Prince Muhammad said calmly, “assuming Hashim isn’t afraid of losing face.”

Erich paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Alright, but you should know that the United Nations also has its own rules, especially since this is the United Nations' own territory. The Zion incident has already caused the United Nations to lose face."

Now that they have such a troublemaker in their hands, they're bound to use this as an excuse to cause trouble.

As an ally, my advice is to take your lion back home immediately, before it causes any more serious consequences!

Prince Muhammad thought it made sense. Looking at his son who had caused such a disaster, he nodded and said, "I will arrange for him to return home immediately."

Ehrlich added, "It would be best to also have him 'voluntarily accept a domestic investigation,' issue a statement strongly condemning the violence, and symbolically lock him up for a few days, at least to save face."

Prince Mohammed waved his hand and walked towards Amir, indicating that he didn't need to worry about the rest.

Looking at the chaotic scene and the flashing lights, Ehrlich knew instinctively that he wouldn't be able to sleep well for the next week.

"Ugh."

The Secretary of State looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, ultimately turning all his resentment into a sigh.

(End of this chapter)