Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Before the joint military-civilian investigation into the whereabouts of the unexplained weapons could even begin, the old commander suddenly fell ill. Wu Meng had just entered the military headquarters building that morning when he heard the news and laughed in anger.

"Go and ask Sister Mana for two good women to send over. Since the old commander is sick, he naturally needs someone to take good care of him. He has no children, so I naturally have to fulfill my filial duty."

Song Dang couldn't hide the mischievous grin on his face. "Yes! I'll go choose myself!"

Wu Meng raised his hand, signaling his trusted aide to hurry up and do it.

Damn it, they dumped a whole bunch of messy stuff on me, preventing me from going home to hug my wife.

He's been so busy lately that he leaves home before dawn and doesn't return until after 11 p.m. But no matter how late he gets home, as soon as he opens the door and sees his wife's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, all the fatigue of the day disappears.

The huge palm leaves of Southeast Asia cast shadows, and even in the dry season, the air is still filled with a damp, earthy smell.

Ouyang Zhen ran two laps around the yard with Banban before sitting under the parasol and drinking some coconut juice. She looked at Min-jie standing behind her with her beautiful, clear eyes and said calmly,

"Sister Min, come here for a second!"

Minjie walked over, put her hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "Madam!"

"Sister Min, I've told you many times, don't call me Madam, you can call me Miss Ouyang!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Ouyang Zhen, "..."

"Now that I'm fully recovered, can you keep your promise to me?" She stroked Banban's hair with her fingers, speaking slowly and deliberately.

Minjie's back was covered in cold sweat.

At first, seeing that the lady would definitely get into trouble if she continued like that, she couldn't bear it. So, she tried to coax her by saying that as long as the lady was willing to eat and get better, she would find a way to let her leave. Only then did the lady agree to eat.

But so much time has passed, and seeing that the madam and young master get along quite well, she thought that the madam had long forgotten about this matter. Unexpectedly, she suddenly brought it up again today.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Ouyang Zhen's misty eyes suddenly turned cold. "Sister Min, I've said it before, if you dare to lie to me, I'll die in front of Wu Meng. I mean what I say!"

"lady!"

Through spending time together, Minjie had come to realize that the lady was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. She seemed harmless, but was actually quite stubborn and couldn't see things clearly. She was single-minded and couldn't think things through. Minjie sighed and advised her...

"You should have been able to sense it these days that the young master truly likes you. I've watched him grow up, and he's never cared about a girl like this before."

Back then, the old senior statesman was framed and imprisoned when he was only ten years old. He ventured into the Golden Triangle alone, risking his life countless times. Everyone said he died in northern Myanmar. But years later, he returned to Yangon with his military achievements, becoming a hero of the people. He rediscovered us, his old friends, and gave us dignity. This alone shows that he was a man of great loyalty and compassion.

Now, at a young age, he wields immense power; throughout Myanmar, no one can overshadow his brilliance. Even so, he is still willing to humble himself before you, to devote himself to you, and to be devoted to you wholeheartedly. Madam, I have experience; this kind of man is worthy of entrusting one's life to. Please forgive his momentary impulse and give him another chance!

Ouyang Zhen glanced at Sister Min, her thin lips moving slightly.

"He's been very busy these past few days, so there should be a chance. I'll give you three days to let me go. If I still can't get out after three days, I'll drag your hero son down with me even if I die."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went back with Banban in her arms, leaving Sister Min standing alone by the garden, anxious and worried.

To be fair, she had long regarded Wu Meng as her own younger brother.

She would naturally do her best for the person Wu Meng liked.

However, the fact that the lady could say these things today shows that her heart is not warm at all.

She sighed, her heart filled with conflict.

As the housekeeper, she naturally knew where the defenses of this top-secret building, which was surrounded by three layers of military camps, were weak, and how to leave without anyone noticing.

However, she never intended to actually let the lady go.

The young master treated her like his lifeblood; the moment she left, he would find out and shoot her dead.

Wu Meng was acting as commander in the military headquarters building, and he had to do many things personally. Just the military expenses alone were enough to give him a headache.

They are nominally under government military control, but they raise almost all their own military expenses, with the government only providing a token amount throughout the year.

To support a military region, money is no small matter. The old commander was always shrewd and knew that his prestige in the army was not as high as Wu Meng's, so he simply became a hands-off manager, only concerned with holding power and leaving the military expenses to Wu Meng. He never had to worry about it once.

Wu Meng's own wealth is among the top in Yangon, not to mention the unfathomable wealth of the Wu family. However, he cannot use all of this to support the army; he needs to pave the way for himself and the Wu family.

The money to maintain the army comes partly from arms deals, partly from illicit income in northern Myanmar, and partly from taxes collected within their jurisdiction.

To ensure stable tax revenue, wealthy businessmen and conglomerates naturally need to cultivate good relationships, making concessions where possible and taking advantage of opportunities.

The Sang family owns several large chemical plants and hospitals in Yangon, and also holds shares in many light and civilian industries, making them very influential in the business world. Wu Meng almost killed their beloved daughter, so the Sang family naturally wouldn't let it go. They joined forces with the Ministry of Commerce to resist taxes and even organized a workers' strike and demonstration.

boom!

The man threw his phone, which was broadcasting a live protest and strike, to the ground. The phone shattered into pieces, with parts scattered all over the floor.

"Song Dang!" His dark eyes were sinister and terrifying. "Gather the troops for me, go out into the streets, and arrest a few typical cases. Find out which factory the ones causing the most trouble are from, and shut them down. Tonight, you personally go and blow up the Sang family's chemical plant!"

"Yes!" the confidant replied respectfully, then turned and left.

After making the arrangements, Wu Meng was still not satisfied. The Sang family was treating him like a pushover, daring to resort to such tactics for a woman. His sinister wolf-like eyes darkened.

"No way, I can't let this go unpunished!" He sat back down in his chair and called his adjutant in.

"Go and find out who that old bastard from the Sang family has been in contact with lately. Is it the military or people who go to government office buildings? Get the results to me by 5 p.m.!"

The adjutant glanced at his superior's expression, dared not say anything more, saluted, and withdrew.

The more agitated he felt, the more he longed for his fragrant wife. The man wiped his face with his hand, got up, and walked downstairs.

If I go back now, I can still have lunch with her, and then I can rush back later.

The more he cared for her, the more he felt indebted to her.

I've been in Myanmar for so long, but I haven't been able to take her sightseeing properly. I just stay at home all day, and I'm getting busier every day, so I have less and less time to spend with her.

The more I thought about it, the more agitated I became, so I stepped on the gas, wishing I could rush home immediately.