A convoy of seven Mercedes G-Wagens drove down the dirt road leading to the ranch, kicking up a trail of dust that looked like a long, gray dragon.
"Abdullah," Salman began, his sharp gaze landing on his younger brother seated beside him. "This Mr. Su… is his background truly as remarkable as you claim?"
"Sixth Brother, it's just as I said. How could I possibly joke about something like this!" Abdullah replied, his expression firm as he met his sixth brother's sharp gaze.
'Although he didn't know the specifics of Su Chen's background either, the mere fact that Su Chen was the true owner of IPS was enough to show he was no simple character. That, combined with his Huaxia heritage, said it all.'
Ordinarily, a small matter like buying an eagle-shaped gold nugget for tens of millions, or even one or two hundred million USD, wouldn't require a Prince of a Middle Eastern royal family like Salman to appear personally. Abdullah's presence would have been more than enough.
