Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Ouyang Zhen looked at the man in front of her with a puzzled expression. He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

Sandor immediately saw the emotion in her eyes, composed himself, and said, “Miss Ouyang, I am Sandor. We met at Commander Wu’s residence not long ago.”

Upon hearing him mention Wu Meng, Ouyang Zhen's expression changed drastically. "What Commander Wu? You've mistaken me for someone else. I don't know any Commander Wu, nor do I know you!"

She hurriedly put on a mask and tried to start the car, but the wound on her right arm was too painful. Although it was just a scratch, it was still quite serious, and blood was still gushing out.

Sandor noticed her unusual reaction and scrutinized her face with his shrewd eyes. Could it be...?

"Miss Ouyang!" The man forcefully opened the car door, his eyes fixed on her. "Are you in danger? Did Wu Meng hurt or threaten you? Don't be afraid. I am of Chinese descent. I still go to Guangxi, China every year to pay respects to my ancestors. We are practically compatriots. I will definitely ensure your safety."

Furthermore, my relationship with Wu Meng is complicated, but we are definitely not friends. We are even rivals, so you don't need to worry. I'm keeping him informed.

Also, you're injured, and you need to treat your wound immediately, otherwise it's prone to infection. Besides, you can't drive in this condition, and Wu Meng will find you very soon.

His words were reasonable and well-founded, and his arguments were logical and coherent.

However, Ouyang Zhen refused to believe a word of it, saying, "This is my business, you don't need to worry about it, please step aside!"

She dared not gamble, and she dared not trust anyone.

What Chinese descent, what compatriot? She was sold out by her relatives.

Sandor stood there, motionless, quietly watching her, but with a powerful aura.

Ouyang Zhen frowned. This was on the main street, and she was driving the shopping car for the villa. She was too conspicuous. Time was ticking away, and she would be discovered soon.

"Get away from me! What do you want?"

I want to help you!

"I do not need!"

"I'm sorry, but you have to take it whether you want it or not!"

After the man finished speaking, he bent down, picked up the girl curled up in the car, and put her into the military vehicle in front.

"Have someone clean up the car behind us, including all the surveillance footage from the route, erase everything!"

After the man gave his instructions, the guards waiting by the car ran to the back to handle the situation, and the driver quickly started the car.

"What are you doing? Put me down, I'm calling the police." Ouyang Zhen's face was pale and almost transparent from the pain, her cracked lips were white, and she struggled weakly.

“Miss Ouyang, I advise you to save your energy. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you, besides,”

The man leaned closer to the girl beside him and said, "You should know that even if I wanted to do something, you couldn't resist, could you? So, if I were you, I would recognize the situation and go with the flow."

Ouyang Zhen gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming as she glared at him, desperately trying to hold back her tears.

Sandor finally couldn't bear it and sighed, "Alright, stop biting, you've bled your lip. Don't worry, I'm not Wu Meng!"

"Chachai, go to Baizhai Manor!" the man ordered his subordinate, then turned to look at Ouyang Zhen again.

"Hang in there, we'll be there soon!"

The girl turned her face away and remained silent.

Ten minutes later, the car drove into a luxurious manor. The white buildings were European in style, and every plant and tree was exquisite and refined, showcasing the owner's extraordinary taste.

In comparison, Wu Meng's villa, which was surrounded by heavy troops, seemed far too shabby.

"What are you thinking about?" A man's smiling voice rang in my ears. "We're here. Shall I help you out of the car?"

"I can walk by myself!" The girl moved to the doorway with a look of disgust, opened the car door, and got out of the car first.

The military vehicle was quite tall, and when she jumped down suddenly, she almost fell. She quickly grabbed the door for support.

The man in the car frowned, then couldn't help but chuckle. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you deliberately act fierce?"

Ouyang Zhen was dizzy and lightheaded at the moment, and had no extra energy to pay attention to him.

The doctor was already waiting in the living room, and Ouyang Zhen was led inside by the man.

"Sir!" The doctor clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully.

"Okay! Show her!" The man took off his coat, unbuttoned the top two buttons below his Adam's apple, and sat down on the sofa.

Ouyang Zhen stood there, feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't know what this man's purpose was in bringing her here, but she didn't dare to make any rash moves before figuring out the situation.

"Miss Ouyang, would you like the doctor to treat your wound?"

Sandor saw her standing there blankly and smiled faintly, thinking, "How can she be so obedient?"

Ouyang Zhen pursed her lips and finally sat down on the single sofa, letting the doctor cut open her sleeve, treat the wound, and bandage it.

She had never even suffered a scrape in her life, and this pain was pushing her to her limits. Despite her best efforts to endure it, tears still streamed down her face.

Little did she know that a beautiful woman's silent tears, like rain beating against delicate flowers, are the most moving of all.

Sandor's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He beckoned a servant over, gave her a few instructions, then sat down next to her and handed her a tissue. "Bear with it, it'll be over soon, okay?"

Ouyang Zhen turned her face away, not wanting to pay him any attention.

The man's hand froze in mid-air for two seconds, then he raised his hand and began to wipe away her tears.

"You're really not suited to being a hero!"

The wound was finally bandaged, and the doctor respectfully left. The maid came over, said a few words in Burmese, and then withdrew.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat first or go rest first?" Sandor's tone was natural, without any sense of unfamiliarity, but at the same time, there was no sense of boundaries.

Ouyang Zhen frowned. "What exactly do you want?"

"Wasn't it obvious to me?" the man asked in his usual nonchalant tone.

"I have no interest in guessing what other people are thinking!"

"I want to pursue you!" He met the girl's bright eyes and got straight to the point.

Ouyang Zhen had encountered boys who dared to confess their feelings to her before, but this was the first time she had seen one so direct and so self-assured.

“I refuse!” she answered resolutely.

"It's not important, I didn't ask for your permission!" The man smiled faintly and took out a cigarette.

Ouyang Zhen stared at him in astonishment for more than ten seconds, her dark eyes trembling and cracking, her lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

"Don't look at me like that!" The man exhaled a smoke ring and flicked his long fingers on the ashtray on the table. "I may not be Wu Meng, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but I am a man, and it's strange that I like you?"

"Don't you have laws in Myanmar? Don't you men in Myanmar have any sense of shame or morality?"

The usually reasonable and sensible obedient girl suddenly hated herself, wondering why she couldn't even swear, why she couldn't say a few words of swearing to vent her anger.

Sandor's smile widened. "This is Yangon, where might makes right and the gun is the law!"

The man's eyes grew darker and darker, his fingers itched, and he couldn't resist bending his fingers to scrape her delicate white face.

"Don't touch me!" The girl angrily pushed away the man's outstretched hand, her eyes red with rage.

"I have no grudge against you, so why are you doing this to me? Even if you want to get rid of Wu Meng, what kind of man uses a woman as a scapegoat?"

Sandor stubbed out his cigarette, lowered his head and licked his lips. "Zhenzhen, how can you be so cute? Didn't I tell you? Bringing you back is because I like you, it has nothing to do with Wu Meng. My grudges with him won't involve women."

"I don't like you, please let me leave!"

"You've lost a lot of blood and are already weak. Let me take you to rest!"

"I want to go home!"

"I've had some bird's nest porridge cooked, I'll bring it up for you in a bit! Remember to eat it! I have something to do, I'll come back to keep you company tonight!"