After the airport pickup, Amur, Amir, and the others finally realized just how extravagant someone like Mavi, a wealthy Russian, truly was. Apparently, his idea of fun at home involved bulletproof SUVs and high-powered aircraft cannons—so over-the-top and badass that it left a lasting impression on them.
However, what they didn't know was that just as the convoy was approaching the Northern Shipyard, they were about to be hit with another shock. Two military-green T-90 main battle tanks stood imposingly at the shipyard entrance, seemingly awaiting their arrival.
The young Middle Eastern elites, despite their immense wealth and countless luxury sports cars, had never witnessed such a spectacle. They simply couldn't compare to someone like Mavi, who had grown up surrounded by military hardware.
As a result, the expressions on Amur and Amir's faces visibly shifted—they were once again awed by the sheer presence of the T-90 main battle tanks. They couldn't comprehend how Russian tycoons not only owned aircraft cannons but also devastating land warfare tanks!
Compared to these behemoths, their supercars suddenly seemed unimpressive. Driving a tank on the road would undoubtedly turn more heads than any luxury sports car ever could…
Unfortunately, due to national regulations, private ownership of such military vehicles was strictly forbidden in Dubai. Even firearms were heavily restricted, and alcohol consumption in public was prohibited.
At this moment, Amur, Amir, and the others couldn't help but envy Mavi's lifestyle. Even Harman, who was quietly driving behind the convoy, found himself feeling jealous of Mavi's "powerful toys."
As the Kabar Heavy Shield convoy finally reached the shipyard dock, the group spotted an old friend waiting for them—Mavi.
"Haha! Mavi, my brother, long time no see! That Bugatti you modified for me last time is absolutely stunning! It gets insane attention on the road," Amur exclaimed excitedly the moment he saw Mavi. He greeted him with a warm hug and, as a sign of closeness, pressed his cheek against Mavi's.
Mavi could barely tolerate the scruffy-bearded Middle Eastern elites and their cheek-to-cheek greetings. If they were beautiful women, he might have endured it. But a group of big, bearded men? After going through this ritual with all of them, he felt like his face had been sandpapered…
"Mavi, let me introduce you—this is Harman Mohammed, one of Dubai's renowned oil princes!" Amur said, gesturing towards Harman.
"Nice to meet you." Harman smiled and extended his right hand.
"Nice to meet you too." Mavi shook his hand.
Then, with curiosity in his eyes, Harman asked, "Before I came here, Amur told me you had a collection of cool modified sports cars?"
Since Mavi hadn't specified what kind of modifications he had made over the phone, Amur and the others naturally assumed that he had upgraded another car—perhaps something like the Batmobile? Maybe he had added machine guns, cannons, or a nitrous boost system?
These kinds of wild modifications were the sort of thing only Americans and Russians could pull off, given their more relaxed regulations. Dubai, on the other hand, was much stricter in such matters.
Mavi shook his head and replied, "This time, I didn't modify sports cars. Instead, I worked on Russia's Grisha-class frigates and Udaloy-class destroyers."
The moment Mavi said this, Harman, Amur, Amir, and the rest of the Middle Eastern elites were left speechless.
For a full second, no one said a word—they didn't even know how to respond.
"A Udaloy-class destroyer?!"
"A Grisha-class frigate? How do you even modify those? Don't tell me you turned them into yachts?" Harman asked, as if the idea had just struck him but still unsure whether it was a joke or not.
Turning a warship into a luxury yacht? That was absolutely insane. If they sailed into international waters and ran into pirates, those pirates would probably turn tail and flee in sheer terror instead of attempting a robbery!
Plus, a military vessel converted into a luxury yacht would perfectly cater to the ultra-wealthy's desire for exclusivity and extravagance. Unlike brands such as Riva Yachts or WALLY Yachts, which anyone with enough money could buy, world-class billionaires craved unique, one-of-a-kind luxury items.
It was all about owning something that no one else had. Ordinary luxury yachts were too common, but a military yacht? Now that was something entirely different.
With just a few words, Mavi had completely captured the attention and imagination of his audience.
"That's right," Mavi confirmed. "I'm converting these decommissioned warships into luxury yachts—Udaloy-class destroyers, Kashin-class destroyers, Sovremenny-class destroyers… Taking these ships out to sea? Now that's what I call real power."
For the Dubai elites, who rarely had direct exposure to military assets, this concept was beyond thrilling. As some of the wealthiest people in the world, they loved anything unconventional, extravagant, and attention-grabbing. Naturally, Mavi's idea of turning warships into luxury yachts piqued their interest.
Sensing their excitement, Mavi seized the opportunity. Without hesitation, he led them toward the dry dock where the ship modifications were taking place. He wanted them to see, up close, the nearly completed outline of a Grisha III-class frigate turned luxury yacht.
Inside the dry dock, which had yet to be refilled with water, a stunning, sleek, white-hulled yacht stood proudly on the keel blocks.
Measuring 104 meters in length, its streamlined form exuded elegance and power—looking almost like a majestic dolphin ready to leap into the sea.
"This vessel used to be a Grisha III-class frigate, specifically built for anti-submarine warfare. Its hull is extremely robust," Mavi explained. "Now, it can be outfitted with a spa, a helipad, a swimming pool, a luxury car garage, lavish suites, and even a high-powered water cannon…"
"If you're into astronomy, you could even install a telescope on top. Imagine sailing into the open sea at night to gaze at the stars—without a single worry about pirates. They've never seen a yacht this insane before."
Mavi's simple yet vivid description of the yacht's luxury features—especially the helipad, car garage, and water cannon—was something no other yacht brand had ever dared to offer. It was beyond imagination.
Who would have thought that a yacht could have a helipad, a garage, and a high-powered water cannon?
That was peak Dubai.
This modified warship-turned-luxury yacht was the result of intense overtime work by the engineers and workers at the Northern Shipyard. While only the exterior had been completed and the interior remained unfinished, it was already enough to impress.
And impress it did.
The moment the Dubai elites laid eyes on this jaw-dropping vessel, they were instantly captivated by its dominant yet graceful appearance.
(End of Chapter)