Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Northern Myanmar, the Ten Thousand Mountains, tropical jungles.

A Southeast Asian soldier, dressed in jungle camouflage and equipped with state-of-the-art American gear, sat silently in the darkness, gazing at the distant stars.

For several days in a row, I have seen news reports about my father's press conference in Yangon, in which he accused himself of being illegally deported from Japan.

He made several calls, but they were all rejected.

Since his father came to Myanmar, he has become the focus of manipulation by all parties. I don't know what he was thinking, insisting on getting involved and placing a bet that he was destined to lose.

Nuohan lowered his head in frustration, flicked the nearly burnt-out ash from his cigarette, and felt a mix of emotions.

Rumors circulate that Prince Haghnu of J country never married, had no wife or children, so what is he? He had no origin in his twenty-four years of life, abandoned in a foreign land, living among military camps in northern Myanmar, so what is he?

If she was unwilling to acknowledge him, then why did she find him when he was eighteen, send him to the Bolivar Hunter School, and forcefully interfere in her life?

"Damn it!" Nuohan cursed in frustration, threw away the burnt-out cigarette butt, and got up to walk into the military camp.

The phone rang at that moment; it was Blackie, one of his father's trusted confidants!

"Young Master, Young Master!" Blackie's voice was frantic and breaking.

"Young Master, we've been ambushed! The old prince has been shot and wants to see you. Please come back quickly!"

Until the military helicopter whipped up a strong wind and rustled through the grass, Nuohan's mind went completely blank. He had only one thought: that person was going to die, the only person in the world related to him by blood was going to die...

He had seen many people die and had killed many people. He had long been numb to life and death. In all these years, he had never wished for someone to live a little longer as he did at this moment.

Unfortunately, life and death never wait for anyone. When he rushed into the low-key villa, the life of a powerful figure in Southeast Asia came to an end. He died without ever seeing his only bloodline.

Nuohan stared at his father lying lifeless on the bed, frozen in place for a long time before finally speaking, "Who did this?"

Hei Pu knelt beside the old prince, tears streaming down his face. "The old prince said long ago that he couldn't leave Myanmar. Hong Jin is more ruthless than his father. He wouldn't let him live and become a threat to the Hong family!"

“Hong Jin?” Nuohan gritted his teeth and ground out the two words.

"Young Master, please don't blame the old Prince. He does care about you, but he has too many things he can't control!"

Nohan couldn't hear what Heip said after that; one name kept echoing in his mind: Hong Jin!

The son of the Prime Minister of Country J, the eldest grandson of the Hong family, is ruthless and mysterious. He killed his own father!

He walked out of the main hall in a daze and sat in the open garden. He had just lit a cigarette when a strong wind suddenly arose. In the distance, scarlet lightning tore through the darkness, bringing with it a torrential downpour.

He sat there, letting the raindrops, as big as beans, slap his handsome face, which bore a five-point resemblance to that man, and letting the wind and rain bury him.

Why? He clearly refused to acknowledge me, so why did he insist on seeing me one last time before he died?

After some time, Blackie came over with an umbrella. "Young Master, the old prince has something for you!"

It was a video recording. The person in the video was kinder than he had ever seen before. The first sentence, "Son!" instantly made him forgive all the injustices.

His father cared about him, but he couldn't bear the surname Hagnu. Only if he had never existed could he possibly live on.

His father left him an armed force, a large number of trusted confidants, a network of gangsters throughout Southeast Asia, and enough wealth to support a regular army.

When he saw these things, he was stunned. How did his father manage to amass such a fortune under the noses of spies from all sides? He was never the political mediocre man who was brave but reckless and forced into a corner by the Hong family, as people perceived him to be. He had spent his whole life enduring humiliation and planning for the future of the Hagnu family.

“Young Master!” Hep walked over and handed him a dragon claw ring. “This was left to you by the old prince before his death. It represents that you are the rightful heir of the Hagnu family! All organizations that serve the Hagnu family will bow down to you!”

Nuohan took the golden dragon claw ring and remained silent for a long time, so long that Heipu thought he wouldn't speak again, before finally uttering two words, "Cremation!"

***

The vast estate of Cardamom Hill was bathed in golden sunlight, and parasols cast huge shadows on the exquisitely crafted Khmer-style viewing platform.

Wearing a bikini, Yao Gongyue lay comfortably on the mat, drinking coconut juice without moving. Beside her lay Jinjin, who was wearing the same bow headband as her. The beauty and the python created a strange and alluring scene.

When Hong Jin and Hong Jie came up, they saw this visually striking scene that was enough to make any man's blood boil.

Hong Jin felt a rush of blood to his head and shoved Hong Jie, who was following behind him, out the door. "Wait outside!"

"Yao Gongyue!" He rushed to Yao Gongyue in two steps, picked up a thin blanket from a chair next to her, and wrapped her up tightly.

These past few days, she'd been much more well-behaved, spending her days either strolling around the manor or feeding Jinjin. He thought the little rascal had calmed down, but who knew that if he didn't keep an eye on her, she'd cause trouble again. "Someone could come up here at any moment. Dressed like that, are you trying to cuckold me? Hmm?"

Hong Jin gritted his teeth and wrapped the blanket tighter and tighter.

"Please, brother, that's what other people dressed like when you took me to the beach, and you even complimented their figures back then!" Yao Gongyue playfully poked the man's Adam's apple from behind.

“That’s a private beach, it’s just me here. Servants come up here anytime, and there’s that old geezer, Dassen, who loves to come here to enjoy the breeze. This is all my perk!” Hong Jin’s large hand pressed the girl’s slender waist against his restless chest. “Try it next time!”

"Didn't you say that I could come to the pool to play in the water when I'm bored? Don't you have to wear a bikini when you play in the water? If you don't allow me to wear one, why did you buy it for me?" She rolled her eyes indignantly.

"Then only I can see it!"

Hong Jin wished he could slap himself hard for buying her dozens of swimsuits in a fit of lust.

The man draped a long silk bathrobe over her ankles, pinched her heaving breasts hard twice until tears welled in her eyes, and then threatened fiercely, "If you dare to come out dressed like this again, don't even think about getting out of bed!"

"Jin Jin! Keep him occupied!" Yao Gongyue stomped her feet, angrily calling out to her companions whom she had "turned" in the past few days.

Hong Jin looked at her as if she were an unreasonable little tantrum, and chuckled, "If Jin Jin is raised like this for a few more days, she'll become a complete waste!"

The man looked at the huge, bright pink bow on the head of the murderous beast he had trained, and felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe properly.

"I'm having you learn to swim for your own good!"

He was talking to Hong Jie in his study when the maid came over and said that the swimming instructor they had hired had run away crying. That's why he rushed over to check on things.

Without a doubt, it must have been the little thing that scared Jinjin away.

"I don't want to learn to swim, I'm afraid of water!" Yao Gongyue sat lazily in the chair, her fair feet digging into the golden snake's head.

"There will be times when I can't protect you. Be obedient, learn to swim, shoot, and use grappling techniques—these are skills that can save your life in critical moments, you must learn them!" the man earnestly advised.

A man at the pinnacle of power cannot have a weakness; he has already committed a grave taboo and must be extremely careful.