Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

No one would expect that a well-decorated clothing store would, in order to save money, separate its fitting room from the rest area of ​​the shop next door that sells Thai amulets, with only a simple glass door and beautiful oil paintings on it. No customer would notice such a trivial detail.

If Hong Jin hadn't been so furious that he ordered the entire fitting room to be demolished, everyone would probably have thought that the young mistress had vanished into thin air.

"Tell me! Where did my wife go?" The man in the sharp suit was now filled with a sinister and chilling aura, like a demon from hell. His dark eyes were swirling with dark currents. His black leather shoes were pressing down on the face of the amulet shop owner. He held a gun in one hand, pointing it straight at the man's temple.

"I don't know, I really don't know. Several men wearing hats and masks came into my shop and knocked me unconscious without saying a word. I was woken up by them pouring cold water on me. I really don't know anything..." The middle-aged man cried his eyes out and trembled all over, but he didn't seem to be lying.

"Check the surveillance footage!" the man said, releasing his foot and sitting down on the sofa. He lit a cigarette. "Take him away, and don't make a sound!"

His personal secretary and head guard left as instructed. Hong Jinjun's face was ashen, hidden in the bluish-white smoke, his deep, handsome eyes pitch black, filled with malevolence.

It's currently the ASEAN meeting period, and Phnom Penh can't afford any trouble. He can't openly use joint military exercises as a pretext. Any unusual activity by the police and military police will not escape the notice of the government and military.

The only option now is to investigate secretly.

Since he returned to the country, all forces have remained on the sidelines. Although they have been making small moves, no one dares to provoke him easily after the Hagnu incident. It is hard to imagine what kind of person or what motive would dare to kidnap Yuebao in Phnom Penh.

Moreover, he has always been cautious and kept the Moon Treasure very safe. There is no reason for such a daring person to appear in Phnom Penh.

As he pondered, the man gradually calmed down, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Young Master!" A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Have you found the person I asked you to investigate?"

"Young Master, the new owner of DJ Bar is named Runpa. He used to run a small car repair shop, but there's a mysterious person behind him. That person should be the one the young mistress actually contacted during her escape, but he left later. As for his whereabouts, we're investigating!"

"Got it! Keep searching. Once you find it, snipe it on the spot!" Hong Jin said and hung up the phone.

The secretary walked in with a laptop. The surveillance footage only showed several men with their faces obscured entering the amulet shop. Shortly afterward, they left carrying suitcases and going around to the most secluded freight elevator in the mall.

After they leave, it becomes a blind spot for surveillance, and nothing can be found!

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

An eerie silence fell over the scene; everyone held their breath, no one daring to provoke the young master at this moment.

Hong Jin's face was dark, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he stared at the laptop screen without saying a word. The cigarette glowed between his fingers, and the whole room was filled with the atmosphere of impending storm.

According to Heilong and his previous assessment, the person who kidnapped Yuebao was probably not the so-called mysterious man. He had a strong sense of counter-surveillance and would not show himself under surveillance.

"Go to the mansion and bring Xiao Hua and Xiao Hei here!" The man's thin lips parted slightly, his cold and ruthless voice concealing murderous intent.

Yuebao's whereabouts are currently unknown, and the enemy is in the shadows while he is in the open. We must find him as quickly as possible with minimal disturbance.

"Ah Jin!" Wu Meng burst in at that moment. "Did you find out?" He strode over and sat down opposite his good brother, who had a sinister look on his face. He lit a cigarette, tapped his cheek with his tongue, and said, "This is truly eye-opening. In Phnom Penh, someone actually dares to mess with us!"

"Why aren't you comforting Ouyang Zhen? What are you doing here?" Hong Jin had no desire to talk. He lowered his eyes and quickly processed the information about the various forces in Phnom Penh, dissecting it bit by bit.

"You think I wanted to come? My wife made me come to help find someone, and she said I can't go back until we find them. Damn it, she's spoiled me rotten!" Wu Meng complained, but he felt a sense of satisfaction from his wife's dependence and trust, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

Half an hour later, his men brought over two cages covered with black cloth and placed them in front of Hong Jin.

The man raised his hand, lifted the black cloth, and took out two snakes as thick as his arms. One was completely black with a red tongue, while the other shimmered with strange red, green, and yellow patterns and had blood-red pupils.

"After all these years, why do you still like playing with snakes?" Wu Meng raised an eyebrow, looking at his good brother with a snake wrapped around his arm with great interest.

"This is the third-generation tracking snake I've trained. Today, I'll show you what I'm made of!"

As Hong Jin spoke, he placed the two snakes on the ground, found a photo of Yao Gongyue on his phone, and then took off the rose hair tie that Yuebao had given him from his arm.

One minute later, the two tracking snakes swam away in an "S" shape.

"Follow me!" Hong Jin waved his hand, ordering his guards. Then he picked up the rose hair tie and put it back on his wrist. The man's handsome face was extremely tense, and his eyes, which could not reveal his emotions, were filled with turbulent emotions.

Wu Meng stood up and patted his good friend on the shoulder, "Don't worry, that little guy is smart, he'll be fine!"

"She can't even open a bottle cap, and she's so delicate. What good is being clever?" Hong Jin retorted irritably, glancing coldly at his subordinate beside him. "Go, get two heavy sniper rifles!"

"What? You want to do it yourself?" Wu Meng crossed his arms and looked at the obviously furious man with a half-smile.

Back when this guy was at the height of his rebellion, he had a falling out with his family and went to the Golden Triangle to find him. The two of them spent half a year in northern Myanmar, sniping local armed drug traffickers and winning every battle. His men privately called him the "Sniper God of Southeast Asia," and they themselves were all his defeated opponents.

Back then, the old commander didn't know his identity and refused to let him leave. He had to get the old man drunk before the commander released him. Afterwards, the old commander punished him by making him work as a cook for a month.

Who would have thought that after so many years, the reckless and hot-blooded youth would become a seasoned and mature figure in politics, yet would still be willing to risk everything for a woman.

"You're coming with me!" Hong Jin ignored his good brother's meaningful smile and walked straight outside.

"I came all this way and I have to do all this hard labor?" Wu Meng said, raising his eyebrows in displeasure.

I don't trust anyone else to go!

As Hong Jin spoke, he loosened the cuffs of his shirt. His Yuebao was so delicate; what if someone else hurt her?

The phone in his pocket rang. Seeing the caller ID, Hong Jin frowned and pressed the answer button.

"what's up?"

"Ah Jin!" Hong Jie's frantic, panting voice came from the other end of the line. "Something's happened!"

"Say!"

“Yueyue has been kidnapped!” Hong Jie blurted out.

Hong Jin's face was so dark it could drip ink. His handsome features were taut, and he pursed his lips, speaking indifferently, "How did you know?"

Hong Jie, listening through the phone, didn't sense the intense murderous aura emanating from his cousin. His mind was solely focused on the fact that the little fairy had been kidnapped by those thugs, and he was frantic with worry. "Damn it, those guys are international drug traffickers. Kunchai, whom I arrested before, is their boss. These thugs are now demanding that I exchange Kunchai for Yueyue!"