Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

A luxurious private room in French Baroque style, where drinks have been enjoyed for several rounds.

Six or seven middle-aged men, speaking Mandarin with different regional accents, clinked glasses and flattered each other. The girls who came with Yao Gongyue, except for her and Xiao Sun next to her, had already toasted everyone and danced a few times, wishing they could do everything in their power to thank the director for bringing them "experience."

Although they were from a ballet company, it was clearly impossible for them to dance ballet in this kind of setting. In order to "perform" better, some of them danced Latin, some danced girl group dance, and two of them danced classical dance, swaying their tulle skirts that were slit up to their thighs to the music. The "bosses" watched until their mouths were dry.

A woman who is too eye-catching has her own dazzling aura. As soon as Yao Gongyue entered, several men’s eyes were all on her. Even during the meal, they would intentionally or unintentionally stick to her.

The director's husband is a veteran in the world of romance; how could he not see through her? He kept giving his wife meaningful glances.

The director coughed intentionally or unintentionally in Yao Gongyue's direction, but she and Xiao Sun seemed deaf, only focusing on eating with their heads down, and even clapping after others finished dancing.

Seeing that these two were really clueless, she simply started introducing them and then asked Yao Gongyue to give a performance to entertain the bosses.

The girl seemed to just realize what was happening, stood up, wiped her mouth, and said, "Then I'll make a fool of myself. I'll go prepare and have Xiao Sun play some music for me."

The director and his wife's expressions finally softened a bit, and they smiled ingratiatingly, "The young girl is young, honest, and doesn't understand much, but she's very well-behaved!"

The bosses waved their hands repeatedly, saying, "It's better to be pure; purer people have fewer ulterior motives and are easier to manage."

A minute later, Xiao Sun put on some music, but the intro sounded a bit off. It was completely different from the upbeat rock and traditional Chinese instrumental music that followed; it just sounded like something from Northeast China.

The door to the private room opened at that moment, and standing in the doorway was a girl wearing a Northeast-style floral padded jacket, a green headscarf, and holding two red handkerchiefs. She had two long braids, exaggeratedly red cheeks and lips, and a silly smile on her face.

"The Northeast is my hometown; I was born and raised here..."

As soon as the song started, she walked in, twirling her handkerchief, and danced the Yangko with great enthusiasm, looking completely absorbed in the rhythm.

The director and his wife were dumbfounded. The smiles that had been frozen on their faces hadn't faded yet, but now they looked worse than crying.

The bosses who had previously watched the hot dance with long legs were also dumbfounded; they had never seen anything like it before.

……

On the other side, Zhou Qian and Wu Meng, who were watching the monitor in the control room, were laughing like dogs, while Hong Jin was trying to suppress the cracking expression on his face, almost causing internal injuries.

"Ah Jin, you've really struck gold! Is your bed just as hilarious as this? It's killing me!"

Zhou Qian had never seen Yao Gongyue's "destructive power" before, and today was the first time he had witnessed it. It was an eye-opener for him. He couldn't understand what kind of luck Hong Jin had to run into such a fun little thing. He must be having a very interesting life.

"Why don't you come over for a visit sometime?" Hong Jin glared at his good friend with displeasure.

"I have no objection, as long as you can perform well in front of me."

"Try me if you're not afraid I'll gouge your eyes out!" Hong Jin turned off the monitor in a huff. "Go and make arrangements, find some things for those bastards to do. Damn it, I don't even get to have my wife entertain me at a meal."

“If you’re unhappy, then don’t let me come. You’re only making a scene here!” Wu Meng chimed in.

“She doesn’t like me interfering too much in her affairs, and besides, she has to learn to grow up on her own.” The man tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and a flash of pride crossed his dark eyes. “Not bad at understanding, a promising student!”

"Keep spoiling her! You talk a good game, but she won't listen to you at all!" Wu Meng sneered, exposing his good brother's true colors as a henpecked husband.

"Let's go eat, Ah Lu is waiting!"

……

Phnom Penh.

The basement of a low-key villa in the suburbs.

The lights were dim, the air was damp and stuffy, and a pungent odor wafted in from all directions.

Inside the rusty iron cage, a man with disheveled hair and blood and sweat blurred his features, making it impossible to discern his facial contours. However, the lacerations all over his body, bleeding profusely, and the nearly dried bloodstains on the ground were shocking and silently told the story of the inhuman torture he had endured.

Zhi acridine~

The bulletproof door was pushed open from the outside, and a man dressed in jungle camouflage stepped in, his black military boots calmly stepping over the bloodstains, and sat down on the leather sofa that seemed completely out of place in this dilapidated basement.

ba da~

A blue flame ignited, and Nuohan lit a cigarette. Only after the bluish-white smoke dissipated did he speak in a cold voice.

"Black Dragon, you should understand that whether you open your mouth or not is not important to me."

"Is that so? Then why didn't Lord Hagnu kill me sooner?"

"You are already a dead man. What I want is for Hong Jin to die!" The man on the sofa stroked the Bulgari bracelet in his hand, his eyes cold.

This bracelet was the only thing he could find that belonged to the moon. Ever since his subordinate delivered it to him, he had never taken it off for a minute, carefully hiding it close to his heart.

"Hagnu, you can't defeat the eldest prince..."

"This is none of your business."

"You won't get a single word out of me!"

"Try it!"

After the man finished speaking, he beckoned, and the person standing at the door came in carrying a tray.

"This is some new stuff I just got. It's not something ordinary people are qualified to use. Here, want to try it?"

The henchman holding the needle approached step by step. The man in the cage struggled to stand up. "Haghnu... you fucking... if you've got the guts, fight me face to face... using this thing... what kind of man are you..."

"Spar with me?" The man flicked his cigarette ash, his sharp voice dismissive. "You're just Hong Jin's dog, what right do you have to spar with me?"

"Haghnu, kill me...you fucking kill me..."

The cold needle slowly pierced his vein, and the man, who was as strong as steel, gradually lost his ability to resist.

"Watch him, don't let him die."

After the man finished speaking, he got up and left the basement.

In the living room, Solang and Heipu, two of his trusted confidants, were already waiting.

"Is everything settled?" The young master strolled leisurely and sat down on the sofa.

“Yes, young master!” Blackie replied respectfully.

"What about China? Have things been arranged?" The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried a strangely sinister undertone.

"It's all done, boss! But..." The confidant hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"what's up?"

"Two pieces of news have come from over there. One is that the young mistress plans to take the entrance exam for Peking University in China. The other is that Hong Jin seems to be preparing for his engagement!"

The man's hand, which was holding the water glass, paused, his knuckles gradually turning white. After a long silence, he said coldly, "Proceed according to plan!"

“Boss, the young mistress is not someone to be trifled with. Even Hong Jin sometimes can’t handle her. If you do this, I’m afraid there will be no going back between you two.”

"Even you think I'm not as good at charming women as Hong Jin?"

"That's not what I meant. It's just that the young mistress has a rather unique personality. Her thoughts seem to be different from those of ordinary women. No, she's not easy to coax!"

"Even if he's hard to coax, it's still better than letting someone else coax him. Go do it!"

The man took two deep drags on his cigarette.

Moon, I can't watch you marry someone else!