Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Wu Meng and Ouyang Zhen had been in Japan for more than half a month. On the night before they were to return to Yangon, they received news that the head of the joint military-political investigation team had been assassinated while investigating an unidentified arms case in Tachileik.

A military helicopter landed on the helipad behind the villa. The young officer, holding the hand of a stunningly beautiful girl, had only taken two steps when his phone rang in his pocket.

"Ah Meng, are you back?"

"Hmm!" Wu Meng responded indifferently.

"Forty hours have passed, don't you have anything to say to me?" The old commander's tone was clearly somewhat suppressed.

The powerful man's dark eyes narrowed. "Commander, some people are simply not destined to live to a ripe old age. Why bother worrying about which Yama, the King of Hell, took them?"

"Ah Meng, do you really think the military will let this go? At this point, it's the wisest thing for us to stick with the higher-ups."

“If they want to make a move, they can do it for any reason. It has nothing to do with the reason; it only depends on whether the benefits are worth the risk. From the military government to the government office building, everyone knows that I, Wu Meng, am vengeful. They wouldn’t dare to act rashly unless they are absolutely certain they can kill me.”

The two had already entered the hall. The wicked man sat down on the sofa with his young wife, making a phone call while playing with Ouyang Zhen's slender and beautiful fingers.

Annoyed by him, the girl glared at him silently, pulled her hand away, and walked upstairs to her bedroom.

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, then shamelessly followed him upstairs.

"Ah Meng... Ah Meng... Did you even hear what I said, you son of a bitch?" The old commander's voice was tinged with anger.

"Commander, what did you say?" The man put one arm around his wife's waist, pulled her into his arms, and half-reclined on the bed, speaking casually.

"I'm saying, was it you who ordered Alu to carry out the attack on Sandor in northern Myanmar?"

"How did you know?" Wu Meng's handsome face, which had been lighthearted, finally turned serious. He narrowed his dark eyes and asked in a deep voice.

"Are you out of your mind? A-Lu can't even be in the sight of the military and the government. You're telling A-Lu to take action? Are you crazy?"

The man pressed his tongue against his cheek, ignoring the other person's question, and repeated, "How did you know?"

"Sandor used a stand-in to lure you out, but he didn't expect it to be Ardor. However, he doesn't know about your relationship with Ardor yet! They are still investigating."

Wu Menglang narrowed his eyes, his sharply defined handsome face softening slightly. He held a strand of Ouyang Zhen's hair in his hand, and after several seconds, he finally spoke.

"Commander, you're not senile after all; you still know who's close and who's distant!"

"Hmph!" The old commander snorted. "No matter how unfilial your son is, he's still the wolf cub I've raised for over ten years. No matter how close others are to him, he's still someone else's son. I love money, but I wouldn't risk your and A-Lu's lives for it. If you were gone, I wouldn't even survive three months!"

Wu Meng smiled and said, "Alright, I'll have A-Lu set off for China immediately. As for the rest, you can decide how to phrase it and have the staff polish it up for you before submitting the report. As for Sandor, leave him to me!"

"Ah Meng, can't you and Ah Duo really get along peacefully? I'm actually quite reluctant to part with him."

"No!" the man declared resolutely. "He stabbed me in the heart, so I have to kill his whole family!"

"Alright, you can each rely on your own abilities. But let me remind you, although Ado looks gentle and refined, he is actually a venomous snake and not so easy to deal with."

"Okay! I understand. Just don't help him secretly!"

"roll!"

……

After hanging up the phone, Wu Meng looked down at his wife lying on his chest. She had actually fallen asleep, quietly nestled against him, her long black hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and her cherry-red lips moved slightly with her even breathing, exuding an inexplicable allure.

The man felt a tender itch in his heart, his mouth went dry, and he couldn't help but kiss her.

"Hmm~"

The person in her arms seemed to feel uncomfortable, and unconsciously twisted her body, finding a comfortable spot on the man's body and falling asleep again.

Wu Meng's large hand stroked her long hair intermittently, a sense of daze washing over him.

It felt as if he and she had known each other for more than two months, but had known each other for several lifetimes, like a couple who had been together for many years.

That's how the two of them should live their lives.

During his trip to Country J, although she still had a long face all day long, didn't talk much, and didn't pay much attention to him, Wu Meng could feel that she had some dependence and trust in him.

At least in J country, she no longer resisted his touch. If he took advantage of her good mood, he could even get some meat (sexual favors). Men are always greedy creatures; once they've tasted the sweetness, they want it every time.

Ever since he almost shot Ouyang Xu in Phnom Penh, his wife's coquettish embrace suppressed his anger. He was completely under her control, constantly using her to threaten him and warn him not to harm her family. However, this also made her more accommodating.

Wu Meng knew that doing this was despicable, but compared to losing her forever, he could do even the most despicable thing.

He lay with her for a while, sorting out what had happened, before carefully putting her in the blankets and tiptoeing out the door.

He went into the living room, took out his phone, and called Baru.

"Brother Meng!" came the boy's cold, emotionless voice from the other end.

"Did you personally do Sandor's work?"

"Hmm! Song Dang mentioned it to me. He just happened to be in Tachileik, and my armory was sold to him by a traitor. So, I might as well go all the way and kill him."

"Didn't you even bother to verify my identity before you made a move? All those years of lessons Ah Jin and I taught you have gone to waste!" The man crossed his long legs, lit a cigarette unhurriedly, and said in a fierce voice.

“I checked it, it is indeed Sandor.”

"That's bullshit. If you're blind, go to a decent hospital in China and get your eyes checked first. Don't kill the wrong person and then I'll have to clean up your mess!"

There was a silence of about ten seconds on the other end of the phone.

"I know I was wrong, Brother Meng, there won't be a next time!" The boy's voice was tinged with resentment.

"Remember, on the battlefield, even the slightest mistake can mean death!" Wu Meng flicked his cigarette ash, his face still dark and stern. "Aren't you about to start school? Pack your things, go to the border crossing tonight, and cross the border first thing tomorrow morning. I'll handle the rest."

"Understood, Brother Meng!"

After the boy finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Just as the man was about to go upstairs to find his wife, a shadowy figure appeared at the door.

"If you have something to say, come inside. Are you just standing at the door waiting to get shot?" he said impatiently.

"Young Master!" A dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man entered, his eyes lowered, his hands clasped together, and he bowed respectfully.

"Young Master, Amin has been locked up in the basement for over half a month. Please, have mercy on her!" This man was Min's husband, Kai'ang.

“I can’t tolerate any nonsense. I can let her go, but you two can no longer stay in the Wu family. Find your own way out.”