The moon was bright and the stars were few; the mercenaries hired by Mu San were on high alert.

Even after staying for twelve hours straight, I was a little sleepy. Not to mention Mu San inside, who was in a hurry to get the shares from Zeng Manwen.

He cut off all signals on the island, so not only could Mu Xiaoze not contact the outside world, but he himself was also unable to do so.

"Boom—"

A loud rumble came from afar, and Mu Xiaozhe, drooling, fell off the bed. "What happened? Was it thunder?"

Mu San pushed open the window and saw that the mercenaries he had hired had quickly set up a cordon, but their guns were pointed in two different directions.

Mu San's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. When he stepped out of the room, he saw that the boundless island was surrounded by two huge creatures, one in front and one behind.

Qiao Xia and Zeng Manwen stood on the helicopter, looking at him innocently. Behind them was a group of people, each equipped with highly lethal weapons.

Qiao Xia disembarked and waved goodbye warmly to the bearded man, "Go home now, thank you all!"

After the group of people who looked like martial arts experts had gone far away, Qiao Xia scratched her head sheepishly, "Sorry, I made an impulsive purchase. I can't send these back to China directly, so I had to ship them here first. You don't mind, do you?"

Mu San almost lost control of his expression, gritting his teeth as he said, "No."

Qiao Xia happily punched him in the chest, "I knew you were a good friend. We fellow villagers should help each other when we're away from home."

"Well..." Qiao Xia pointed to the group of people behind her, "She wants to see her son, she wants to join in the fun, and the rest of us, including me, are a bit hungry. Is this convenient for you?"

Looking at the two enormous structures, one in front and one behind, capable of enclosing the entire island, what could Mu San say? Of course, it was "convenient."

When the steaming hot food was served, Uncle Niu and the others behind her relaxed their guard, slumped to the ground, and began to express their feelings.

"I was really scared just now. Who knew I would run into the real deal on a trip abroad? You have no idea how my legs were shaking in that venue."

"Who says otherwise? When that bald guy fired the gun, I almost peed my pants. It's our young lady who's really composed."

"That's right. Luckily, Miss led us to turn the tide. It's just a pity about the gun I have. There's no shooting range there. I've only held it in my hand and touched it but haven't fired it yet."

"If the police come soon, will we have to hand it over? Does buying this count as...?"

Upon detecting the keyword, Mu San felt something was off about the script. "Police? You called the police?"

Qiao Xia nodded matter-of-factly, "Yes, those two things are obviously not something I can keep to myself, they should definitely be handed over to the country."

Mu San's vision went black again.

Qiao Xia added, "Where did you find those people outside? They look so professional, just like the real thing."

"Isn't yours real?"

Uncle Niu scratched his head sheepishly, "Thank you for the compliment, we are all migrant workers."

Qiao Xia asked curiously, "Are all those people outside mercenaries? Why did you hire them? You're not going to threaten us, are you?"

Even with Mount Tai collapsing before him, Mu San finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Threatening? Who's threatening whom here by bringing those two things to my island?"

"Why did you bring a group of migrant workers to buy heavy weapons? And why did you call the police?"

Qiao Xia said aggrievedly, "Don't be angry, I didn't want this to happen either."

How could Mu San not be angry!

He felt he had met more idiots in his entire life than he had in a single day, and this was not the proper way for a power struggle to unfold within a wealthy family!

He suppressed his profanity entirely thanks to the good manners he had cultivated over the years.

He really couldn't understand why a pampered heiress would cosplay as a gangster with a group of migrant workers.

To make the storyline more realistic, they even bought weapons, and one of them was willing to buy them while the other was willing to accept the challenge.

Most importantly, why did they bring these things to his island? Were they even close?

Qiao Xia had something to say about this: "Because we can't ship it directly back to China, you're the only place I know of overseas. Friends should help each other when they're abroad."

"Who's your friend?"

“You,” Qiao Xia said matter-of-factly.

"I never admitted it."

Qiao Xia pointed at Mu Xiaozhe, "That's the employee's brother. Before the contract was terminated, I was still his boss. As a capitalist without conscience, it's not hard to understand why he would shift the blame when things are in danger, is it?"

Mu San curled his lips into a smile. "Very reasonable."

At this moment, his resentment reached its peak. Even years ago, when he was forced to crawl on the ground in front of a room full of wealthy young masters and be ridden by Mu Xiaozhe, his resentment was not as great as it was now.

But the most urgent task is to get rid of the mercenaries outside and prevent them from running into the army, otherwise he will face endless pursuit when he goes abroad to do business in the future.

Furthermore, this island is also unacceptable.

Although he didn't know who Qiao Xia had messed with, if someone tried to double-cross him, all the money he had invested on the island would be wasted.

Most importantly, everything planned today has come to nothing, and if word gets back to the old man, who knows what kind of turmoil it will cause.

Just as Mu Sanwei's mind was spinning like a top as he thought about what would happen next, Uncle Niu and his group, not wanting to leave any regrets, gathered a lot of straw from the island and made them into targets, then started shooting at them.

Seeing this, Qiao Xia also joined the battle.

The bald man and the mysterious big shot who had followed the bearded man all the way here from above, seeing the fierce battle raging below, both chose to watch from the sidelines, waiting for the fight to end before going down to scavenge the spoils.

Knowing they were no match for the mysterious tycoon, the Southeast Asian bigwig offered to take only the aircraft carrier, with the rest to be accepted by the tycoon.

The two reached an agreement, only to find that the battle was going on for far too long; two hours had passed and it was still not over.

Mu Xiaozhe keenly noticed Mu San's low spirits, so he pulled Zeng Manwen, who looked unhappy, to Mu San's side.

"Brother, I want to ask you a question."

Mu San gave a self-deprecating laugh, his face gloomy, and said, "Ask."

Mu Xiaozhe mustered his courage and asked, "If you successfully acquire the shares, will you kill me?"

Mu San's face stiffened and he turned his head away. "What kind of question is that?"

Mu San refused to answer, and Mu Xiaozhe did not press the matter further. Instead, he handed the share agreement that Mu San had prepared in advance to Zeng Manwen and insisted that she sign it.

While cursing "spendthrift child" under her breath, Zeng Manwen reluctantly signed her name and threw the agreement next to Mu San.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Mu Xiaozhe said, "I have no right to compete with you. The Mu family will only have the best outcome if it is in your hands, but I will never listen to you again."