Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

For a day and a night, Wu Meng searched Yangon thoroughly without sleep, but still couldn't find his young wife.

He sat in the car, his eyes bloodshot, frantically searching for someone, not daring to stop for even a minute. The moment he stopped, he heard his young wife crying and asking him questions.

"Wu Meng, why haven't you come to save me yet? I'm so scared..."

And he seemed to hear a weak, childlike voice speaking to him.

"Dad, please come and save me and Mom... Waaah..."

He was almost driven mad by the torment, aging several years overnight. Hu Qing's entire body grew out, his dark skin exuding a murderous aura, coupled with his bloodshot eyes, even Song Dang dared not approach him easily.

The phone rang at that moment. He pressed the answer button, and Hong Jin's voice came from the other end.

"Ah Meng, have we still not found him?"

"Hmm!" the man replied, gripping the steering wheel with one hand.

"Have you searched everywhere you could think of?"

"Hmm!" There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

“If I were Sandor, the wisest choice would be to avoid confrontation. Yangon is your sphere of influence, and the old commander is like a father to you. Only a fool would stay in Yangon and confront you head-on. The various forces in northern Myanmar are complicated and not suitable for hiding. The most likely place is Naypyidaw.”

That area is under the cabinet's control. Even if you go there, you'll have to keep a low profile. The Sang family is quite wealthy, and most of the private businesses run by cabinet ministers are tied to the Sang family. He only needs to offer a little benefit, and plenty of people will protect him.

Hong Jin's intelligence far surpasses that of ordinary people, and he rarely speaks unless it's a major issue. But when he does speak, everything he says is absolutely correct. Wu Meng's wolfish eyes narrowed.

"Understood, Ajin, I'll head to Naypyidaw right away!"

"If you lead your troops to Naypyidaw, you'll be accused of staging a military coup before you even land," your good friend warned.

"I've sent a special operations team from northern Myanmar over, while the military troops are stationed in Yangon to continue the search!"

"Okay! Let's finish this quickly and eliminate them completely!"

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, the man made a sharp turn and quickly drove back.

As the sound of brakes ripped through the sky, the helicopter, its markings concealed, was already in position. The imposing commander took the Barrett sniper rifle handed to him by his trusted aide with one hand, his entire body radiating a chilling aura, and turned to board the helicopter.

Meanwhile, in the mountains of northern Myanmar, eight unmarked military helicopters quickly took off and headed south.

……

A low-key hillside villa in Naypyidaw.

Sandor watched the girl on the monitor. She wasn't eating or drinking, and she was on high alert. She sat on the sofa, looking dazed, with messy hair. She wouldn't let anyone near her. He was very agitated and restless. He pushed everything off the table, as if he wanted to tear the roof off.

For a whole day and night, he tried everything to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen to a word. Finally, the man had no choice but to harden his heart and force himself on her onto the bed, intending to take advantage of her. But she went crazy, not only nearly biting off his tongue but also breaking a water glass and cutting her own carotid artery without hesitation.

If it weren't for the significant difference in strength between men and women, and his quick reflexes in snatching the shards of the cup, what would have appeared before him now would likely be a corpse.

Sandor had considered that she might resist, but she seemed quiet and gentle. Even if she did resist, how much strength could she possibly have? Once the deed was done, he would eventually win her heart.

No matter how much I planned, I never expected her to be willing to risk her life.

The man dared not provoke her any further, and after having all the dangerous items removed, he left.

"Ador!"

Sandor was still furious when his friend Challer walked in, a half-smile on his face. "What's wrong? Your little beauty doesn't want to sleep with you?"

Charles was a notorious womanizer who never failed at seducing women. Seeing his friend troubled by love, he raised an eyebrow.

"Want me to give you a suggestion, bro?"

Sandor glared at him coldly, "She's a good girl, don't tarnish her with your dirty tricks."

"So what if she's a good girl? Does that mean you can only look at her and not sleep with her? Why don't you go to a temple and become a monk instead of getting married?"

"At worst, you can sleep with her and then take responsibility. It's not like you're asking her to start something and then abandon it!"

His good brother's words brought a glimmer of hope to the man's dark face. He pondered for a few seconds...

"tell me the story!"

Chaler chuckled evilly, "Remember Minang's daughter, Leia? That woman who rejected me several times, relying on her grandfather being the Minister of Foreign Affairs, she was so arrogant. And look at her now, isn't she still hoping I'll come back and sleep with her every night? There are no women who can't be slept with, only men who don't know how to use the right methods."

"I don't have time to listen to your dirty business with those women. They're all vulgar and don't deserve to be compared to Zhenzhen at all," Sandor interrupted his smug friend with annoyance.

"Fine, fine, your little beauty is pure and innocent, the most beautiful woman in the world, okay? You won't even let her take a look, and you call yourself a good brother." Challenger complained.

"Are you going to talk or not? If not, get out!" The already irritable man completely lost his patience.

"Can't you be a little gentler?" The wicked man rolled his eyes. "Actually, it's nothing. Just give her a few injections, and once she's addicted, she'll do whatever you say. In bed, all those chaste and virtuous women will turn into bastards begging you to have them."

boom--

Before he could finish speaking, an ashtray flew past his ear, and the man opposite him, his face as black as ink, shouted, "Get lost!"

He wanted her.

But he didn't want an empty shell, a tool for sexual release.

What he wanted was a wife to spend his life with.

No man would do that kind of thing to the woman he wants to marry.

Chaler nearly got hit on the head, rolling his eyes dramatically. "What's wrong with you? He hasn't finished speaking yet!"

"I don't want to hear it anymore, get out!" Sandor was truly enraged, wishing he could cut off this bastard's tongue and feed it to the dogs.

"Hey, let me tell you, a woman like her will never be devoted to you without some extreme measures. You should sleep with her first, and then after you get married, since you're so rich, you can use some tricks to get her to quit. Take good care of her for a few years, and she'll be as good as if she never touched it."

Chall retreated behind the door, peeking out half his head.

"Anyway, you can see for yourself. You just hear her say that she is rare in the world, but I haven't seen her in any specific way. But if it's really as you say, that this little beauty is so rare in the world that once you miss her, you will never meet her again even if you have several lifetimes, then we have no choice but to use any means necessary."

After all, you're not the only one with eyes. If a woman like that is targeted by another man who is richer and more powerful than you, it will be too late for regrets. The smartest choice is to hide her while you still can. "No ruthlessness, no manliness!"

An eerie silence fell over the area.

Sandor shakily pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and tried to light it after three attempts. He took two deep drags, his lips moving slightly.

"Let me think about it...let me think about it..."