Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The top-tier VIP suite at the Phnom Penh International Hotel.

Ouyang Xu sat on the living room sofa and handed a card to the resolute and powerful man opposite him. "Captain Nuohan, this is the deposit for this operation, ten million US dollars. After the mission is accomplished, I will transfer the remaining ten million to this account on time!"

Nuohan stared coldly at the refined Chinese man opposite him, nodded, and put the card into his pocket.

Are all Chinese men so fair-skinned and delicate? Wouldn't the moon think she's too rough?

No, Runpa said. She was angry because he had said those kinds of things to her when they had just met. Chinese girls are shy and felt like a bad man.

Once this task is completed, his contract will expire. He'll go to China then and explain to her in person; she should forgive him then!

"Captain Nuohan?" Ouyang Xu looked at the man opposite him, who had a cold face and remained silent, and called out again. What was he doing? Trying to break the contract?

"Hmm!" Nuohan snapped out of his daze and responded, "Mr. Ouyang, let me repeat myself, we are only responsible for rescuing your sister. As for assassinating high-ranking Burmese military officials, the higher-ups' decision is not to take the job. No mercenary team is willing to offend the military of a country!"

“I can pay more, any amount!” Ouyang Xu clenched his fists on his lap. No brother could tolerate his sister being bought and abused like a commodity. He had to avenge this!

"Mr. Ouyang, I'll take the job of saving lives. As for the murder business, if you're interested, you can discuss it with your superiors separately!" Nuohan replied in a deep voice, completely disregarding the other party's emotions.

“Your boss said you are the most skilled mercenary in Southeast Asia. If we reach an agreement, I hope that Captain Nuohan will continue to be in charge of the operation to assassinate Wu Meng!” Ouyang Xu calmed down, lit a cigarette, and looked at the calm and resolute man opposite him.

"Sorry, this is the last mission I'll take! I'll retire after this!"

"Oh?" Ouyang Xu crossed his legs and leaned back, intrigued by what he had just said. His businessman's instincts told him that this man was no ordinary person. "Captain Nuohan has other plans?"

The man shook his head upon hearing this, "I need to go find someone!"

Seeing the man who had been as cold as ice since he entered, a faint gleam appeared on his face. Ouyang Xu, ever perceptive, smiled gently, "Girlfriend?"

Nuohan was a little annoyed and didn't want to say much, so he just nodded.

"Captain Nuohan, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you about!" Ouyang Xu said politely.

"My girlfriend went missing in the Mekong River a while ago. The official report said her chances of survival were slim, but I have a feeling she's still alive. Do you know of any ways to find her in Japan?"

Ouyang Xu came to Phnom Penh this time for two people: his younger sister and his little Chang'e.

He never believed that Chang'e was dead; he was sure she was still somewhere.

Nohan is no ordinary mercenary; he has an intelligence network that others don't know about, spanning the entire Southeast Asia. If he were willing to take action, the chances of finding Xiao Chang'e would be much greater.

“If the person is alive and in Southeast Asia, I can keep an eye out for them for you!” Nuohan replied casually; finding someone wasn’t difficult for him.

"Thank you very much, Captain Nuohan. As long as we find her, I will pay double the market price!" Ouyang Xu said with a sigh of relief. "Her name is Yao Gongyue, she is Chinese, and she is very beautiful!"

"Yao Gongyue?" Nuohan subconsciously chewed on these three words. For some reason, he suddenly thought of his little moon. If we're talking about beauty, who can be more beautiful than his little moon?

"Do you have any photos?" he asked, suppressing the strange feeling in his chest.

Of course, there were photos, but Ouyang Xu was always cautious; he never acted without a clear advantage.

"To ensure her safety, I cannot provide information for the time being. I hope Captain Nuohan will understand. Please investigate discreetly and let me know when you have any leads. I will then personally go to confirm!"

Seeing his caution, Nuohan wasn't interested in asking any more questions. He didn't need this order anyway, so he nodded, got up, and left.

***

The next day.

A discreet private helicopter arrived at the private residence of the eldest son, which is just across the street from the Prime Minister's official residence!

The man in white shirt and black pants got off the plane first. His high nose bridge and sunglasses couldn't hide his handsome features. He slightly raised his thin lips and opened his arms to the reluctant, beautiful girl at the cabin door. "Baby, get off!"

Yao Gongyue was carried off the helicopter by the man. She angrily tidied her thick, black hair, which had been blown into a mess by the strong wind, and complained, "It shook me to death! What kind of driver did you find? My implants were practically shaking out!"

Hong Jin followed behind, shaking his head helplessly. This little thing really never fails to say something shocking.

Hong Jie, who came down next to him, asked in a serious tone, "Implant? What implant? Where do you have implants?"

Hong Jin glared coldly at her overly curious cousin, "You can leave now!"

Then he pulled the spoiled little thing into his arms, "Shh!"

Yao Gongyue was kept up until the wee hours of the morning by this jerk, and this morning Hong Jin had to carry her straight onto the plane. She was seething with anger and gave the man a disgruntled look. "I want to sleep!"

"Eat something before you sleep." Knowing he was in the wrong, the man coaxed her gently, "Listen to me, baby, your stomach can't go hungry!"

I want to eat hot pot!

"I can only eat non-spicy food!"

"You're so naughty!"

"I can hate it even more!"

……

The two walked forward, bickering and arguing, completely ignoring Hong Jie standing to the side.

Hong Jie was already used to this treatment, so he shamelessly followed along. He insisted on staying there, because if he went home, his mother would probably force him to his bed and throw him into some random woman's bed.

As soon as she finished eating, Yao Gongyue was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. Hong Jin carried her into the bedroom, closed the door, and went downstairs. He then instructed the steward to call all the servants in the mansion over.

"I know that among you are my father's men, my mother's men, and even spies sent by other officials!" The man sitting in the high seat was imposing and oppressive, making the air in the entire hall thick and suffocating, and the servants all looked pale.

“But now that you’re here, you should know who holds your lives in their hands!” The man’s wolf-like eyes flashed with a sharp, cold light as he swept his gaze over the crowd standing below. He flicked his cigarette ash, then slowly beckoned with his finger. Two guards armed with AKs entered, dragged a blood-soaked man, and threw him in front of the crowd.

"In the time it takes to eat a meal, you're already eager to curry favor with your master. Like master, like dog!" Hong Jin stood up, his black handmade leather shoes rubbing against the man's cheek on the floor. "Tell me, if I release a few messages now, will the Vice Premier send someone to rescue you, or will he kill you?"

Murder and kill!

For a spy, being exposed is no different from being dead. Besides, it doesn't matter if he dies, his wife is still working at the Deputy Prime Minister's residence, and his son is still under their noses.

The answer to how to choose is already on the table.

After Hong Jin finished speaking, he released his foot, turned around and sat back on the sofa, waiting for the expected result.

The man hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and crawled to Hong Jin's feet, pressing his hands together to his nose. "Young Master, I will give you an explanation. Please don't involve my family; they know nothing!"

“Of course!” The man raised an eyebrow slightly, his wicked face showing indifference.

After the man finished bowing, he turned and staggered away.

Everyone knew his fate, and everyone also knew that if they had leaked even the slightest information about the mansion, or even just had such a thought, the man's fate today would be their own fate one day.

"The young mistress has just arrived in Phnom Penh. If she's happy, you're all guaranteed to live, make money, and have information to report to your masters. Understand?"

After the eldest son finished speaking, everyone had different expressions, but they all put aside any other thoughts and carefully bowed, replying, "Yes!"

Now that things have come to this, who can not understand why the eldest young master, who has always ignored the trivial matters of the mansion, would kill this chicken? No one dares to utter even a single word about the young mistress.