One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

What he wanted to say was: If the Gu family were to go into a head-on confrontation with the Hurricane Group, they’d have everything to lose and little to gain.

This time round, it was going to be tough to maintain the Gu family’s status in North Africa.

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The Hurricane Group had secured many strategic strongholds in North Africa, in addition to at least 12 large-scale military factories. At the same time, it was the only private organization in North Africa with oil and gas mining rights.

A black jeep, escorted by twelve fully armed tanks, entered the heavily guarded military factory. The jeep pulled to a stop steadily in front of a warehouse. Several mercenaries hurried out of the car and surrounded it. One of the burly mercenaries looked around vigilantly. Even in his own territory, he had to ensure sufficient safety.

He walked to the door, opened it, and said respectfully, “Young Master, we’re here.” With that, he knelt on one knee.

The off-road vehicle had a high set base plate, and the Toyota Land Cruiser was more than 30 centimeters off the ground after modification. Next to the car door, a boy in a black cloak held onto the door frame and walked down on his back.

The mercenary stood up slowly. Even standing up straight, the boy came up to only the chest of the 1.92 meter tall man. The cloak was huge and covered his entire body. His hat sat high and firmly on his crown, obscuring his entire face.

The boy’s face was hidden in the shadows. His facial features and divine appearance could not be seen clearly. One could only vaguely tell that he was a very young child, about eight or nine years old. Under the cloak, he wore a black shirt and black trousers that wrapped around his lanky legs.

At the entrance of the warehouse stood a row of men in suits. They were the leaders of the Hurricane Group’s North African affairs. They bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to show the slightest disrespect. “Young Master!”

The cloaked boy slowly walked in front of them and stopped in his tracks. Immediately after, he asked in a slightly feminine and somewhat sinister voice, “Are all the goods here?”

“It’s all here. Everything is inside this warehouse. We’ve already checked them one by one. There are no incomplete items.”

“Show me.”

“Yes.”

The door to the warehouse slowly opened. The cloaked youth walked in with a sullen face. The moment he stepped in, the lights in the warehouse lit up. The heavy shutters fell shut behind him.

The boy lowered his head and raised his fair hand. He slowly grabbed the brim of his hat and pushed it behind his head. Immediately, his youthful yet stunning face was revealed.

The face that greeted everyone’s eyes was fair and flawless. The pair of dark eyes were like a deep ancient well. If one stared at it, it was as if one’s soul would be sucked dry! However, the term “ancient well” did not seem appropriate!

His eyes were like an endless abyss at the bottom of the sea. His dense eyelashes were like black phoenix feathers criss-crossing one another. They were layered on top of one another, making them appear very dense. His nose bridge was high and his lips were like cherry petals. They were tender and red. When he spoke, his lips opened and closed, revealing teeth that were like seashells.

He was clearly a very handsome child, yet his every move was as mature as a grown man’s.

One would be inclined to use the word “mature”, even though he was not considered mature.. This was definitely a precocious child.