Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

On the bustling main road, a black SUV was parked in the middle of the street. A tall man in camouflage leaned against the car door, pushed up his black sunglasses on his high nose bridge, took out a cigarette and lit it, and quietly watched the woman sitting on the ground acting.

Yao Gongyue cried for a while, but the man didn't come up to ask her anything. Her heart sank; this man probably wasn't so easily fooled. She sniffed, wiped away tears that hadn't actually fallen, and looked at the tall man opposite her.

"Hey! You hit someone and don't you know how to apologize?" Her English was really bad, but it was enough to get by with her excuses.

Nuohan hadn't intended to pay attention to her, but then her sweet, delicate voice suddenly made his throat feel a little dry.

This little thing looks to be only a teenager. I don't know if he's even an adult yet, but he's already out here swindling people. Although he's wearing a mask and I can't see what he looks like, his eyes are clear and bright, like the finest amber and glass, sparkling with starlight.

"Hey! Say something! Trying to renege on your debt? There are police everywhere here, let me tell you!"

"How much?" the man finally asked, his hoarse voice like sand flowing through a water pipe, low and husky.

"Wh-what?" Yao Gongyue was taken aback by his question. Her thick, dark eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, making her eyes even more captivating.

“I’m telling you,” Nuohan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he suppressed the strange feeling in his chest and continued, “How much do you want? I’ll pay within reasonable limits!”

Being rich is awesome!

Yao Gongyue thought to herself, but still acted coy, "I don't want money, but I can't walk anymore, you have to take me home!"

Nuohan's wolfish eyes scrutinized the girl before him, the clear smoke flickering, his resolute face revealing no emotion.

Several police officers who noticed the commotion nearby walked over. The man licked his cheek and said coldly, "Get in the car!"

Upon hearing this, Yao Gongyue's beautiful, moist eyes crinkled into crescent moons with a smile, and she hopped on one foot to the man's side.

"Too high—" She looked at the man with her overly prominent big eyes for help. Nuohan felt even more irritated. He lifted her up with one hand and put her in the passenger seat, then strode into the car himself.

As the car drove out of the bustling street, the man gripping the steering wheel asked indifferently, "Where to?"

Yao Gongyue didn't know where to go either, her mind racing, "Um, big brother, waaaah..."

Before she could speak, tears streamed down her face. She continued, sobbing, "I came to Japan as a tourist, but I was tricked into coming here. I barely managed to escape, but now I can't buy a plane ticket and I don't have any identification. Could you please help me get out of here?"

She didn't dare contact the embassy office. She still didn't quite understand Hong Jin's connections, only that he had connections everywhere. She couldn't take that risk. For now, she could only try to fool this man into taking her in, and then figure out a way to leave once the police outside couldn't find her and left.

Nuohan glanced at the little girl beside him who was spouting nonsense, and sneered, "Then shall I take you to the police station?"

"No!" Almost reflexively, Yao Gongyue refused outright, nearly jumping up from her seat. Then, realizing she had gone a bit too far, she awkwardly forced a smile. "Fine, I'll tell you the truth then!"

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at the man beside her, lowered her head, and composed herself. "Actually, my stepfather sold me to an old man as his concubine. That old man is a pervert who tortures me every day. I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away. Please, brother, have mercy on me!"

Seeing the little girl's face change as easily as turning the pages of a book, Nuohan was truly amazed. He had always been in the military and hadn't had much contact with women. Were women these days all so cunning?

Forget it, if she doesn't want to talk about it, I'm too lazy to ask. She's just a little girl anyway, she can't cause much trouble.

“I’m leaving here in a week, and I can take you with me, but,” he paused, then continued, “in the meantime, you have to listen to me. If you cause any trouble, I’ll send you to the police station immediately.”

"Mmm-hmm!" Yao Gongyue nodded vigorously, behaving very obediently.

The man didn't speak again, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he felt an indescribable irritation.

The car stopped at the entrance of a small alley on the edge of the city, where a large number of migrant workers lived. Nuohan got out of the car, took a long, narrow black box from the trunk and put it on his back, opened the car door, and said, "Get out!"

Yao Gongyue was still a little dazed when she jumped out of the car. She instantly realized what was happening, looked up, met the man's meaningful gaze, and gave an awkward smile. "Um, my foot doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

Nuohan gave her a cold glance, turned around, and walked inside. "Follow me!"

This alley is very small, with old buildings and tangled wires everywhere. Children often run out from the smaller side streets on both sides while playing. Because the road surface is uneven, you can often see puddles on the road, which smell bad and are swarming with mosquitoes and flies.

"Ugh~ How disgusting!" Yao Gongyue walked on tiptoe, glancing disgustedly at the child squatting by the roadside urinating and defecating indiscriminately, her delicate eyebrows furrowing tightly.

Finally, the man leading the way stopped, and she almost bumped into him because she wasn't paying attention.

In front of her was a makeshift repair shed, with different kinds of motorcycles parked inside. The ground was covered in black engine oil, and there was a strong, pungent smell that made her feel dizzy.

"Ah Han!" A tall man in his forties walked out from behind, greeted Nuo Han, glanced at Yao Gongyue who was following behind him with a frown, said nothing, patted Nuo Han's strong back, and led the two into a small door.

Behind the small door was a small courtyard. In front of the courtyard stood three simple bungalows, somewhat similar to prefabricated houses in China. After bringing the two people in, the person left.

Nuohan strode into the room. Although the house was simple, it was very clean, with Southeast Asian style furniture and decorations, making it warm and comfortable.

Yao Gongyue sat down on the bamboo sofa by herself. After walking around, she finally understood that this man was a taciturn person, and speaking a word was like asking for his life.

Anyway, she had no interest in getting to know a stranger, even if he was a very handsome stranger.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started fiddling with it.

"What's your name?" Nuohan frowned and asked in Mandarin, looking at the little girl who didn't treat him like an outsider at all.

Unexpectedly, he could speak Mandarin. Yao Gongyue was taken aback for a moment, then casually replied, "Moon!" She wouldn't be foolish enough to tell a strange man her real name.

"There is no one with the surname Yue in China!" the man said firmly, his sharp eyes fixed on the girl opposite him. "If you continue to spout such nonsense, then leave!"

The girl awkwardly twitched her lips, knowing this man wasn't easily fooled. She blinked and smiled, "Then you should know that China has many ethnic minorities, and I am one of them. My name is very long; it translates to 'moon.' What? Is there a problem?"

Nuohan's gaze swept over the girl's face, which was obscured by his eyes. Finally, he stared at her for two seconds and said, "My name is Nuohan!"

"Oh, oh!" Yao Gongyue nodded. "Um, Nuohan, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry! I can pay!"