Chapter 163 Momo took the initiative to call him

The man looked at the two people in front of him and couldn't help but smile, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"Nar, what do you think we should do with this woman who's practically offering herself up?" the man asked lazily, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

Nar stood behind the man without saying a word, and the next second, two gunshots rang out from the room.

The expressionless man ripped open the heads of the two women, leaving dark holes, and hot blood sprayed directly onto the glass window behind them, flowing down its surface.

The two women lay in pools of blood, their eyes still closed, laughing. The strong smell of blood filled the enclosed space, making one feel nauseous.

The man looked unchanged, but he slightly turned his head to signal Anu, who immediately understood his meaning and turned to leave.

A moment later, two tall men came in and dragged the woman, who was dead on the ground, out of the room. Blood ran down the floor and towards the door.

In the corridor, the women in the remaining rooms remained unmoved by the gunshots; they were already used to hearing gunfire here at any time. However, Anu still chased them all away.

He wasn't sympathizing with these people; he just didn't want to waste time.

Only after the inside was completely cleaned did the man step inside.

The guest room wasn't very big. As the group sat inside, Sawa subconsciously checked the surroundings for surveillance cameras. Only after confirming that there were none did he return to the sofa.

"Brother Yun, what are your plans for the future?" Anu asked.

The man lay there lazily, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and remained silent.

The room fell silent for a moment, everyone waiting for the man on the sofa to speak.

The quieter the surroundings, the more pronounced the noise from outside became, including the occasional muffled gunshots and even some training sounds.

Anu slightly lifted the blackout curtain behind him and glanced back.

Behind the guest rooms was a makeshift training ground, which was rather dilapidated. A group of boys, who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, were standing there.

The children's faces had long lost their innocence, replaced only by indifference and numbness. They held guns in their thin arms, practicing target shooting repeatedly.

Some children were barely taller than the guns in their hands, yet they still held them steadily and aimed forward.

The higher the hit rate, the higher their chances of survival.

"Are they Boy Scouts?" Nighthawk asked without even looking.

"Hmm." Anu released her grip, and the curtain bounced back to its original position. "They're all just kids."

Night Hawk didn't say anything more; he could tell from the childish voice that the person was young.

However, this is not surprising in such places. In war-torn areas, children have no childhood, and they don't even have the right to be children.

"This Yasin is really ruthless. It's one thing to kidnap men, but he doesn't even spare such a young child," Shava remarked casually.

"What kind of fighting power can these half-grown kids have? It's hard to say whether they can even distinguish between good and bad targets. They're just cannon fodder, used to increase numbers."

The man on the sofa frowned and said frankly, "On the battlefield, there are only targets that can be hit and targets that cannot be hit; there are no good targets and bad targets."

If they want to survive, they have to eliminate the other armed people; there's no need to distinguish between good and bad.

Those who wage war have only one purpose: to watch the poor kill each other.

This is the truth, and no one present refuted it.

“His massacre of the Bassah people was already heinous, and now it’s just a little more, making them kill each other,” Anu added.

“So, Brother Yun…” Anu said, staring blankly at the person opposite him.

The cigarette in the man's mouth was already between his fingers, and the faint light illuminated the silver ring, causing Anu to pause in surprise.

Brother Yun really cares about this ring, and the girl behind it.

The ring had been thrown away, but I went to great lengths to find it and then secretly put it back on.

"Adjust the plan," the man said curtly.

“Okay.” Anu immediately carried out the order and walked outside.

The soldiers guarding the corridor outside were all their own men. After giving them a few instructions, Anu went back to his room.

The group discussed adjustments to their plans inside until almost midnight before concluding.

After it was over, Anu and the others went to prepare, leaving only the man in the room. The warm breeze blowing into the room helped to dissipate the lingering smell of blood.

The man frowned slightly, leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Just a few minutes after I relaxed, my phone rang in my pocket.

The man slowly opened his eyes, somewhat irritated, and reached for his phone. But after glancing at the caller ID, his expression immediately improved.

The man thought to himself, "This woman finally remembered to call me." He glanced at the time; thankfully, it hadn't been more than two days.

It seems that although this kitten is a bit aloof, it still knows how to be affectionate.

He answered the call, then leaned back lazily on the sofa, waiting for the other person to speak.

A moment later, a soft voice came from the other end of the phone, tentatively calling his name, "Fu Yungui".

The man raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and hummed, "Hmm?"

"Did I disturb you?" the girl asked timidly after hearing the familiar voice.

Huang Momo was really surprising today. Not only did she call him first, but she was also so nice. He guessed she had some request to make. Even so, the man still felt very pleased.

Fu Yungui's lips unconsciously curved upwards, and he responded with a gentle "No."

"Is there something you need?" the man asked again.

"Well, there is something." Momo seemed hesitant to speak.

"Just say what you need." He was in a good mood now and was willing to grant her any request.

The girl on the other end of the phone seemed a little embarrassed to say it. After hesitating for a while, she stammered again, "It's not anything important. Let's talk about it when you get back."

What she really wanted to ask was if she could go back to Thailand.

But she was also afraid that if she said that, the man would get angry and start to wonder if she had ulterior motives.

"When are you coming back?" Momo asked again. He had said he would take her back to China, but she didn't know if he still meant it.

The man scoffed. This little cat had been whining and whining for so long; was it trying to find out the exact date he would return?

Are you already so impatient after only two days apart?

Why do you want to see me so badly?