Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

As the car gradually entered the city, the person in the back seat cried and struggled for a while before losing strength and sobbing softly.

Even though he was so angry that he had a heart attack and was covered in injuries, Hong Jin still gritted his teeth and kept himself conscious. Yue Bao was in his car. She was too delicate. She would get angry if the car was driven too fast, and she would complain if the car was not driven steadily. The rain was too heavy and the tires were easy to slip. If there was a scrape or bump, it would scare her.

Her destination was the Crowne Plaza Hotel in downtown Yangon. She'd been caught in the rain and needed to take a hot shower and take some cold medicine quickly, otherwise she'd definitely catch a cold and fever. But then Wu Meng's phone rang urgently. The man put on his Bluetooth headset and impatiently pressed the answer button.

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin, quickly hide!"

Wu Meng's voice was intermittent, but the dense firing sounds of heavy weapons were clearly audible.

"Don't panic, what happened? Explain yourself!" Hong Jin slammed on the brakes and pulled the car over to the side of the road, his handsome face grim and menacing.

“There might be a traitor among my men. Damn it, those old foxes in the military government have tricked me,” Wu Meng said in a deep voice, gritting his teeth. “They said I launched a coup. They had people pretend to be allied forces surround the city hall and take control of Yangon TV station to solidify my crimes!”

“Ah Jin, they took advantage of the chaos to rescue that group of people. I suspect you might be part of their scheme too. Run! Don’t let them catch you and use your involvement in another country’s military coup as an excuse to threaten your father and gain political support from J country to help them undermine the cabinet government.”

One second, two seconds, time flew by, and the sounds of the gunfight in the headphones grew increasingly intense.

"Break through! Ah Meng, don't linger in battle, lead the men and break through first!"

Hong Jin's large hand gripping the steering wheel was white at the knuckles and veins were bulging. His tone was sinister. "A Meng, survive. Contact me after you break through. Now, cut off all communication devices and throw them away. If I don't hear from you by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I will go to Uncle Wu!"

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin..." Wu Meng's voice came from the other end of the phone, fierce and urgent. He was already bloodthirsty and had little rationality left.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your wife will live!" After years of being brothers through thick and thin, he didn't need to say much; Hong Jin naturally knew what he wanted to say.

"Thanks! Ah Jin, if I die, I'm entrusting Zhenzhen to you. Please don't let her... *buzz*"

The call was abruptly cut off.

"Damn it!" Hong Jin slammed his fist heavily on the steering wheel, took two deep breaths, raised his eyes, glanced at the girl in the back seat who was listening to him make a phone call, pursed his lips, and then quickly dialed a number.

"Hello, Ajin!" came Mrs. Vanila's gentle voice from the other end of the phone.

"Auntie, I'm in Yangon, and I've been set up! I need to find a place to hide!" Hong Jin got straight to the point.

"Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up!" The aunt knew her nephew well; he wouldn't contact her unless it was something serious, and she didn't even ask why.

"No need, just send me the address, I'll go myself!" Sending someone to pick him up would take too much time, and with Yuebao in his arms, he couldn't afford to take any risks.

"Okay! Go to the White Pagoda Jade Buddha Temple near Yangon, find Master Daneng, and he will make arrangements for you!"

"Thank you, aunt!"

"Ah Jin, should I send troops over?" Lady Vanida asked worriedly.

"No need, Aunt. Since you rejected Commander Chachin's advances, I can't cause you any trouble!" The nephew said with a half-joking smile.

"Did your aunt spend her whole life in Southeast Asian aristocratic circles and only know one soldier, Chachin? If anyone dares to touch my precious Ajin, I'm capable of overturning the entire Southeast Asian political scene."

It was rare for her elegant and noble aunt to be so domineering and unreasonable. Hong Jin raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't worry, Aunt, it hasn't come to that yet. I'm not made of clay!"

"Yes, you're all grown up now, so don't cause your father any more trouble!" Mrs. Vanila said before hanging up the phone.

The person lying in the back seat remained completely still. Given her usual personality, she would have started making a fuss by now, or at least trying to get me to let her go. It's impossible for her to be so quiet.

Hong Jin was in a state of turmoil, feeling lost and uncertain. But at this moment, he had no time to comfort her, dared not speak, and didn't know what to say. He gritted his teeth, sighed heavily, and swerved the steering wheel, heading towards the White Pagoda Jade Buddha Temple in the suburbs.

****

The rain finally stopped in the middle of the night, leaving the air damp and humid, as if you could wring water out of it.

They were arranged to stay in a two-story building behind the temple. Yao Gongyue took a bath, and when she came out, Hong Jin was waiting outside the door. He deliberately brought her a particularly tacky cotton and linen dress to change into, hoping to make her angry, scold him, or make her fuss about him buying her a pretty dress. However, she didn't say anything and obediently changed into it.

After taking the medicine, she lay straight down on the bed, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, doing whatever she was told, but never speaking or even looking at him directly.

Hong Jin hastily bandaged her wound and kept making phone calls outside. She brought in some food, watched her finish eating, and then silently left without saying a word.

At 11:30 p.m., Wu Meng finally called. He used Hong Jie's phone to call.

"Ah Jin!" Wu Meng's tired but still bandit-like voice came through.

Hong Jin's tense jaw finally relaxed. "Where are you now?"

“We’re hiding in the dense forest in the northern suburbs now, Ah Jin, what do we do? I’m stuck with this mess! The military government is definitely hunting me down everywhere. The election results will be announced at the end of this month, and I can’t let my father get involved.”

Wu Meng was depressed and sighed repeatedly.

“Ah Meng, this might not be a bad thing. They set you up, so why not play along?” Hong Jin’s voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"How to say?"

"Didn't they say you surrounded the city hall and took control of Yangon TV? Now, contact the old commander and tell him it was you who did it, forcing him to stand with you!"

The man lit a cigarette, his dark eyes narrowing. "Take all your soldiers out and surround the residences of all cabinet officials. Say you're acting on orders from the military government. If anyone disobeys, beat them up. Make a big scene, and the military will have no choice but to come out and clarify the misunderstanding. No one will dare to single you out again!"

"Once things have calmed down, you should adopt the stance of only recognizing the military government and not the cabinet government, and drag it out until the election results are out. Once Uncle Wu is elected, after his inaugural speech, you, as a high-ranking military official, should be the first to come out and support him, raising the banner of reconciliation between the generals and ministers and working together for the well-being of the people. I doubt they would dare to cause trouble and become enemies of the entire nation! Your prestige in the military will also increase, and once the old commander retires, no one will dare to say 'no' when you take over."

The man's voice was hoarse and weary, every line on his handsome face was taut, yet his tone was unhurried, his whole being exuding a cold indifference. With just a few words, he was enough to turn the tide and shift the tide from passivity to initiative.

Yao Gongyue had never seen him talk about politics and power struggles.

His unfathomable eyes, in particular, were chillingly cold.

A military coup can determine the future and destiny of a country; the life and death of countless people can be easily settled between his two thin lips.