"I've never seen you act so badly. I want to drink seafood porridge tonight. Come home early and make it for me." Nanxi's tone was a little more arrogant.

"Yeah, okay." Balu felt warm in her heart. She didn't want to drink porridge, she just wanted to leave some way out for herself so that she could go home.

"Stop the car." Balu lit a cigarette, narrowed his evil black eyes, and spoke to Biaozi next to him.

"What's wrong, Brother Lu?" Biaozi parked the car on the side of the road and turned to look at Balu.

"Biaozi, you and Fuchai go to the club to find Natu and do something for me."

…

The thunder in the sky became louder, and thick clouds pressed down from the hills not far away. After a few roars of lightning, raindrops as big as beans fell down.

Sakun's private residence on the outskirts of the city.

The guards outside had been dealt with by the special operations team led by Boha, and Balu and Songchai swaggered into the living room of the main building with guns.

Sakun was not at the mansion, and the only person in charge was Sakun's wife, Mrs. Lanli.

The lady, who was over fifty years old, came from a prominent family and was a well-known figure in the Yangon aristocratic circle.

Seeing the two young soldiers walking in with guns, he knew that things were not simple, so he politely and nonchalantly told the servant to make coffee.

"My two sirs, please take a seat." Mrs. Lanley adjusted her shawl and sat down in the main seat with her head held high.

Balu didn't care about her and his evil eyes were full of disdain.

Bang--

He suddenly threw the Barrett heavy sniper rifle onto the coffee table, right in front of Mrs. Lanley, with a loud noise. The lady's calm brows twisted slightly.

"Are there no men in your family? Let a woman talk to me?"