Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue and Sister Lan went up to the private studio on the third floor. After their facials and private makeup lessons, they still had some time, so they decided to go across the street for body treatments.

For the private treatment, all the bodyguards were waiting at the door. After the senior technician finished the relaxation treatment, she told the two of them that they could sleep for a while and wait for the essential oils to be absorbed. Only the two of them were left in the room, chatting casually through the curtain.

boom--

Suddenly, a loud bang shook the entire mall violently. The crystal chandelier high up shook violently a few times before falling down along with the wall debris, but it was still held in place by the power lines and swayed violently in mid-air.

Then, a barrage of gunfire erupted, accompanied by bursts of light and explosions. The ugliness hidden beneath the false prosperity crumbled instantly, and the demons finally bared their fangs. The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the billowing dust assaulted our senses.

Inside the mall, the already densely packed crowd scattered in panic, crying out for help. The sounds of desperate escape were deafening. People were like lambs being hunted by wolves, pale with fright, trembling, stumbling and pushing as they surged and jostled towards the escape routes.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, and suddenly, armed thugs dressed in black and carrying AKs appeared inside and outside the mall, sealing off the entire building. The swarming crowd had nowhere to escape.

They swept the floor by floor, driving the innocent crowd to the first floor. Many female customers were trembling with fear, their faces ashen, and they slumped on the ground. Not far away, the bodies blown away by the bomb were still hanging on the second-floor railing, with drops of blood dripping down the wall.

The pungent smell of gunpowder instantly burning flesh filled the air. In the center of the hall, where a rock concert had been performed not long ago, shredded flesh, limbs with bones and flesh still attached, lay scattered on the fallen advertising signs. On the crystal chandelier several meters high, skin of unknown origin clung to the chandelier, dripping crimson blood that stained the cold white light with a hazy red.

Extreme fear, like a demon crawling out of hell, gripped the throats of everyone. Their pupils were unfocused with terror, yet they could not utter a sound, nor dared to make a sound, like chickens and ducks in cages at a market, watching helplessly as the butcher's knife hung overhead, not knowing when it would fall.

In stark contrast to the crowd kneeling on the ground were armed rioters walking around with guns in their hands. They all had fierce eyes and shouted at the restless crowd. If one or two people did not cooperate, they were shot in the head without saying a word.

The disobedient mayor has been killed in the bombing. The purpose of their operation was to show the higher-ups their strength by taking the entire city hostage and demonstrating to the government that in Cancun, might makes right.

Upon receiving the news, military and police forces have already confronted the rioters from the perimeter. However, with the mayor dead, no one dares to gamble with so many lives. The situation inside is unclear. If the rioters go berserk and detonate a bomb, killing all the civilians in the mall, it will cause a huge international uproar. The Mexican government's fig leaf will be gone, and the underground kingdom of gangs, drug traffickers, the dark web, and black market transactions will be completely exposed to the world. No one can bear the consequences.

In a secluded, cramped storage room on the third floor, Sister Lan and Yao Gongyue were only wrapped in bath towels and had no shoes on. They were hidden there by bodyguards who risked their lives. Eight of the ten top-notch bodyguards had already gone in to protect them from the thugs. After the remaining two hid them, they went their separate ways to lure away the second wave of thugs who came to clear the building in order not to expose their whereabouts, but they never returned.

The not-so-sturdy storage cabinet had already been cleared out by the bodyguards. Sister Lan was holding Yao Gongyue and hiding inside. A faint light squeezed into the confined space through the narrow gaps.

Yao Gongyue's palms were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and large tears fell silently from her eyes as she trembled violently. The girl from a peaceful country had never seen such a heart-stopping riot.

In contrast, Sister Lan was much calmer. She grew up in a war-torn country and was raped and sold into the red-light district at the age of thirteen. She had long been accustomed to the ugliness of the world. Back when she followed General Bai, who was also Nohan's uncle, she was taken by him to mingle in the army. She even once broke into a military camp alone and led a group of people to rescue Nohan. She had also been involved in the gray industry chain in Mexico for many years. At the very least, she knew how to protect herself in the face of such riots.

"Baby, don't be afraid. With such a commotion, Ah Han's people should have already gotten wind of it. We just need to hide and wait for Ah Han to come and rescue us. Don't be afraid, Mom will protect you!"

Despite trembling all over, Yao Gongyue knew that Sister Lan was right. There was nothing she could do but quietly hide here. She nodded with difficulty, nestled in Sister Lan's arms.

An eerie silence returned. Just as Yao Gongyue was dozing off while holding Sister Lan, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded. It was the sound of combat boots with steel plates on the soles stepping on the floor. The two of them immediately stiffened and held their breath.

"Is that Southeast Asian guy really that powerful? I don't believe it. Killing Captain Jack with one punch? You're just bragging."

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes. When the boss sent me to scout the location, I was lying on a tree outside his villa. It's just that Jack was stupid; he missed his first shot and got killed!"

"It's strange, if he's so powerful, why didn't he come out and take over the territory when Scarface died?"

"You don't know this, do you? He has a stunningly beautiful girl hidden in his villa, and he treats her like a treasure every day. I've seen her several times. Damn, that girl is really beautiful. I don't know if she's even an adult yet. If I could sleep with a beauty like that even once, I'd die happy. If I were him, I'd want to die for that girl too. I wouldn't care about going out to fight!"

"Pah! You think everyone's like you, a reincarnated lecher? Just because you've conquered the Cancun underground market, you can have any gorgeous girl you want?"

"You don't understand. A woman who is beautiful is nothing special, but one who is beautiful, charming, and alluring is a rare find, a true gem. I've heard her flirt, and damn, even though I couldn't understand what she was saying, my bones melted, and I almost fell off a tree."

Every word they said reached the dimly lit locker. They spoke quickly, and Yao Gongyue couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but Sister Lan heard it clearly.

The cramped space could only accommodate two people. Even though they were both petite, Yao Gongyue's legs had gone numb from being huddled up for so long. Suddenly, something crawled up her feet and rustled. Startled, she reflexively jumped up and hit her head on the top of the cabinet with a thud.

The two men, who were smoking against the outside wall, heard the sound clearly at the same time. They looked at each other, threw away their cigarette butts, communicated with gestures, and one of them, holding a gun, moved forward while the other turned to cover their retreat. Step by step, they approached the locker from which the sound came.