Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

After hanging up the phone, Hong Jin sat in his study smoking. The clues of the Phnom Penh shootout not long ago kept replaying in his mind. Finding the traitor lurking among his people was the most urgent task at hand.

dong dong dong...

There was a regular knocking sound at the door.

"Go in!" He flicked off his cigarette ash, his throat rumbling out a single syllable in a cold voice.

"Young Master!" The person who came was actually the Deputy Chief of the Phnom Penh Police Department.

"Father is not here; he's out. If you need anything, you can go to the office building to find him tomorrow." The eldest son was always arrogant and unapproachable, having no interest in formalities, and he thought he could dismiss the person with just one sentence.

"I heard that the young master is here, so I came here specifically to find you!" The man, who was in his forties, had a typical Southeast Asian appearance, with prominent cheekbones and dark skin, and smiled obsequiously.

"Oh?" The man on the sofa lifted his eyes and glanced at the door. His wolfish eyes swept across the room in an instant, taking in the subtle hand-rubbing motion and facial expression of the person in front of him. He raised an evil eyebrow, leaned back against the sofa, and beckoned the person to come closer.

Seeing that the eldest son had spoken, the man turned around and locked the study door from the inside. Then he came to the eldest son's side, put his hands together, and bowed.

"You'd better guarantee that what you're about to say is worth my time." The overly young eldest son exuded an aura of authority that surpassed even that of his father, the prime minister. The deputy director felt a cold sweat trickle down his back, and a sense of unease crept in.

"Young Master, I have inadvertently learned a secret." The man wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, glanced furtively at the cold and indifferent man on the sofa, his Adam's apple bobbing, and continued.

"The son of the Phnom Penh police chief, a drug addict, killed two prostitutes in the red-light district. In order to protect his son, he made a secret deal with the military."

After saying this, he paused and observed the eldest son's reaction again.

Hong Jin remained expressionless. Seeing that he insisted on waiting for his reaction, he coldly said, "If this were done according to the proper procedures, you would also be promoted. Why bother coming to me?"

"I have a selfish reason for wanting to exchange another secret with the eldest son."

First, use a trivial message to test his attitude and judge whether it is necessary to continue based on his reaction. This person is extremely cautious and has a deep mind!

"tell me the story!"

"The woman hidden in the eldest son's private residence, her identity information, recent photos, and all her connections in China."

The person on the sofa finally reacted, giving him a deep look with wolfish eyes. He then stood up, walked to the French windows, looked out, lit a cigarette, and remained silent for a long time.

Time ticked by, and the eerie silence made the person standing not far away feel uneasy, causing them to repeatedly swallow.

After finishing his cigarette, Hong Jin turned around, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth. "What do you want?"

"The Pu family used information provided by the police chief to gain the support of the military, so that Pu could take over the position that I had worked my whole life to secure for my son. I want to ask the eldest son to help me so that my son can be promoted to three-star colonel this year."

"Do you know the specifics of the news?" Hong Jin casually picked up a rag from his desk and wiped the decorative ship's wheel next to him. He then reached up to wipe the photo of his grandfather hanging on the wall, all of which seemed so nonchalant.

"Well, I don't know much about this. I only know that it's about a scandal involving the sons of several generals."

"Is that so?" Hong Jin asked in his usual unhurried tone, dragging a rag to wipe the crossbow hanging under his grandfather's photo frame. He wiped it again and again, and when he felt it wasn't clean enough, he simply took it down and wiped it.

"Who else knows about these things?"

As he spoke, he bent down, fiddled with the crossbow, cocked it, and then took out arrows made of special materials from the quiver. He played with them by himself the whole time without even looking up.

"No, no one else knows. Only I know. As long as the young master is willing to take action, I guarantee that these matters will be kept secret."

"Hmph!" Hong Jin sneered, "Tell me, what's your son's name?"

"Rhodo, Polonrodo!"

"I know, go ahead!" Hong Jin's lazy tone revealed no emotion as he raised his crossbow and adjusted the aiming distance towards the window.

"Yes!" Although the deputy director was disappointed with the eldest son's reaction, he dared not ask any more questions and turned to leave.

"Hmm~"

Suddenly, the arrow pierced the air with a piercing whistle, and the short arrow struck the man at the doorway directly in the heart. He didn't even have time to struggle before he died on the spot.

The man who fired the arrow remained expressionless. He checked his weapon, hung it back on the wall, wiped his hands, calmly picked up the intercom on the table, and called someone to handle the situation.

If you want a secret to rot inside, it has to rot along with the flesh.

The first step for a bureau chief to betray his post is to drag the deputy bureau chief, who knows everything about him, down with him.

When a fruit develops a moldy spot, the area underneath has already rotted, or even completely rotten.

……

When I got home that night, after taking a shower, I didn't feel the familiar fragrance in my arms, and I couldn't hear the little vixen's seductive voice in my ears. I felt restless and on fire. I took out my phone and made a video call.

"Yuebao, what are you doing? Have you missed me?" Looking at Yao Gongyue's indifferent expression on the other end of the video, he shamelessly put on a smile.

"Guess?" came the cold, curt reply from the other end.

I bet you miss me!

"why?"

"Because it's deep in the mountains, in the middle of the night, without me by your side to keep watch, you smell so good, who knows what might crawl in at night~"

"Hong Jin!" Before he could finish his sentence, Yao Gongyue angrily ripped off her face mask and was about to hang up the phone.

"Don't hang up, baby, I was wrong!" The mischievous man finally saw her angry little face and quickly apologized, "Okay, don't hang up, I'll keep the video call on and stay with you, okay?"

"No, you jerk!" Yao Gongyue rolled her eyes at him through the video, but still pulled her hand back to hang up.

"Baby, I miss you so much. How about I come back tomorrow? I can't live a single day without you." The man, half-lying on the bed, deliberately lowered his voice. His already obvious chest resonance sounded like a deep bass, making him exceptionally seductive.

Yao Gongyue was already somewhat sensitive to voices, and hearing this voice made her feel very uncomfortable. "You, speak seriously."

"What did I do wrong?" the man asked, feigning ignorance.

"You, your voice is so seductive, don't you realize it?"

"Really? Well, does the baby like it? Do you want me to sing you a song?" Hong Jin asked in a deliberately deep voice with a mischievous smile.

When the two first started dating, Yao Gongyue always said that his voice was nice, and she kept nagging him to learn Mandarin and Cantonese songs. Before long, he was turned into a half-singer by the little devil.

"How about your favorite song, 'I Want to Love You So Much'?" He looked at Yili's face on the screen, which was clearly a little shy, and felt great. Perhaps, a little distance really could bring a different kind of sweetness.

In the chaotic city, even the wind is not free.

On the bustling street, I am the loneliest.

……

My desire to love you is an overwhelming urge that I cannot suppress.

To completely dominate your joys and sorrows,

You have conquered me.

But it doesn't belong to me yet.

......"

The man's uniquely gentle voice flowed through the microphone, soothing every pore of the body. The person on the other end of the phone stopped wiping their face and stared intently at the handsome, angular face on the screen. His eyes shone with deep affection, making the person on the other blush and their heart race.

"That was so beautiful!" After the song ended, Yao Gongyue had long forgotten her anger. She was still immersed in the man's gentle advances, smiling shyly and clapping her hands coquettishly, "Oppa, I want to hear more!"