Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 395: Duke George's Setback

"Why is that? Has there ever been a precedent for this in history?"

Duke George asked in shock.

James was also at a loss; he didn't know what to say. Could he possibly say, "They have thousands of tons of gold?"

Duke George exclaimed in shock, "What is the background of this yellow-skinned pig? Why should he be treated like this? And why should he be made a prince?"

"Make a yellow-skinned pig a prince? Wouldn't your Privy Council object? No, wait, wouldn't you object to a princess marrying a yellow-skinned pig?"

Duke George was furious! This is completely outrageous.

How could such a thing possibly happen?

James said helplessly, "Duke George, I can't explain this to you in a short time. There are some things I can't tell you either. Please be patient."

"I can't calm down! You all don't object to something this outrageous? Is your Privy Council just for show? Your Excellency, don't you think this is absurd?"

Duke George was furious!

James was speechless; he couldn't bring himself to say that Old Murdoch had thousands of tons of gold.

After all, he's almost become their son-in-law, practically family, so they need to protect Old Mo.

If something happens to Old Murdoch, the gold will be gone! That's the key point!

"Duke George, how about this? Let's hold an emergency meeting now and get everyone's help to resolve this matter. What do you think?"

Duke George had no choice but to nod.

The meeting was convened soon after.

The heads of the Privy Council all came. Basically, whatever these guys said went the whole of England.

Duke George felt respected. A grand meeting was even held for his affairs.

However, after the meeting, his face turned green.

Not a single leader in the entire Privy Council supported him.

Yes, no one was willing to hand Old Mo over to him.

At the meeting, they were in complete agreement.

That is, let Duke George propose other conditions. In any case, he can't touch old Murdoch.

Duke George was so angry his nose almost twisted. These guys' faces were even uglier than James's.

They were all pretending to advise him. Isn't that infuriating?

Duke George was furious and tentatively asked, "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, Your Excellencies, is this the Queen's will?"

What he meant was, "Has the Queen spoken to you about this?"

James smiled and said, "That's right, this is the Queen's will, and it's ours too. Duke George, you really can't afford to mess with this Asian man. How about you ask for some money? Just name your price, and I'll negotiate for you. I reckon he'll agree to anything. Okay."

James knew that Old Murdoch was lacking in everything except money.

Therefore, any problem that money can solve is not a problem for Lao Mo.

"No, you've gone too far."

Duke George finally lost his temper.

"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, gentlemen. I, George, am not someone to be trifled with. The reason I came to you for help is because I respect you. But you can't treat me like this, can you?"

James said helplessly, "Duke George, there are some things we can't say to you directly. Let me be frank with you, it's not that we don't want to help you, it's that we can't. Really, not only can you not afford to offend that person, but we can't either! That person has a really powerful background, believe me, I'm not lying to you!"

James really opened his heart.

But Duke George was not satisfied!

In Great Britain, with all the most powerful people gathered here, who is there that we can't afford to offend?

These people clearly don't want to help him.

"Fine, fine, you can't afford to mess with me, huh? If you won't help me, I'll do it myself. There's no one here that the George family can't afford to offend. Hmph..."

After making his harsh remarks, Duke George stood up and prepared to leave.

"stop."

James quickly called out to him.

Duke George turned to look at James.

"What? Your Excellency, if you won't help me, can't I take revenge myself? My son's hand is broken, my son is crippled."

Duke George shouted loudly.

James sighed and said, "Duke George, I can tell you very clearly, no. You cannot touch this man, and our entire Privy Council will not allow it."

So, Duke George, don't be so impulsive. You're getting on in years; impulsiveness won't solve anything. Can't you listen to me?"

"you……"

Duke George was furious.

"What exactly do you mean?"

Duke George looked at the others.

Those people looked at him helplessly and said, "Duke George, the Prime Minister is right, you really can't touch him. If you do, not only will everyone in the Privy Council disagree, but even Her Majesty the Queen will not agree. If you do, it will really bring annihilation to your George family."

"Fuck, what's going on here? Tell me, why? What kind of backing does he have? Is it so hard to just tell me?"

James gave a wry smile and said, "You'll find out later. Anyway, you can't touch this person."

I don't believe it.

George went completely mad.

"My son's arm is broken; he's a cripple. Instead of helping me, you're helping him? I'm telling you this right now: I, George, will risk my life to cripple him. Anyone who tries to stop me, I'll deal with them. Hmph..."

George snorted and turned to leave.

The entire conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on James.

James was exasperated and turned to look at Peter.

Peter is the current Secretary of Defense.

"Mr. Peter, I'm leaving this matter to you. Make sure Mr. Chen doesn't get hurt, okay?"

Peter nodded, gave a wry smile, and said, "Fine! I, the Minister of Defense, am going to have to be a bodyguard for a yellow man."

"You don't need to feel wronged. Being a bodyguard for someone who is richer than a country is an honor for you."

Duke Qiaozi returned to the car and angrily began pounding his fists on it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Bastards, all of them are bastards. Shalim, go back and gather your men immediately. I'm going to cripple that yellow-skinned pig, Old Mo."

Beside him, his personal guard captain hurriedly asked, "Duke George, do you have a portrait of this old man, Murdoch? None of us recognize him; this is a real problem!"

"Let's go back and get the manpower organized. Getting his photo shouldn't be difficult, let's go..."

The convoy, with its clattering sounds, returned to Duke George's mansion.

"Father, has that bastard been caught yet? It hurts so much! I want to kill him! I want to kill him..."

As soon as Mark saw his father, he started throwing a tantrum and yelling loudly.

Duke George felt his heart break instantly.