Chapter 173 Taking the Initiative to Resolve Bian Xi

Sawa immediately coughed a few times, "No, no, I was just asking casually."

"There is absolutely no other meaning."

The man wasn't interested in arguing with him. He took a drag of his cigarette and said to the person opposite him, "Let's get down to business."

“Okay,” Anu replied, glancing at the Nighthawk beside him.

Night Hawk immediately understood, "Brother Yun, we have a preliminary understanding of the specific situation. When we killed Wenlai, the place he touched was the entrance to a dense basement."

“Bian Xi was hiding there at the time. You could say he fled there as soon as he heard our bombing, arriving there even faster than Wen Lai.”

"So even if Wenlai hadn't been caught by Nar, he still wouldn't have been able to get in. It was an extremely secure defensive space. Once someone went in, no one outside could get in, even if they entered the password."

"After we left, it took quite a while before he came out from another exit inside."

When they couldn't find Bian Xi, they wondered where he could have gone in such a short time, especially since he was injured.

There's a high probability that he's still here, just hiding in a place they haven't found yet.

So when they retreated, they left two mercenaries there to keep watch, and all the news was brought back by the two of them.

The people lying in wait were only responsible for gathering information; they did not take any rash actions without receiving orders from the man.

After Nighthawk finished speaking, Nar continued, "Brother Yun, I think we can take the initiative. Since he's already contacting Wenlai's armed forces, they're bound to come after us."

"It's better to take the initiative than to be passive."

The man propped himself up on the sofa, stubbed out his cigarette, and asked, "Nar, do you know anything about Vinley's army?"

Nar had been living in Myanmar for most of the year, so he was quite familiar with the situation of Yun Gui's rivals. Wen Lai wasn't exactly a match for this man before, because Fu Yun Gui hadn't taken this half-buried man seriously at all, but he just kept courting death, so there was nothing he could do.

Apart from Huang Momo, almost everyone else who had caught this man's eye was dead.

Nar nodded. "I understand. His mercenaries are mostly in Wa State, where it's easier to manufacture and traffic drugs."

"After the drugs are produced, they are shipped directly from there, so a large number of people and mercenaries are needed to protect them."

“This villa is where his wives and children live. He only comes back to stay occasionally to rest, but he has been coming back more frequently in recent years.”

"Mm," the man replied.

“Bianxi has already arrived in Wa State, where Wenlai’s drug manufacturing plant is located. Now that Wenlai is dead, all decision-making power naturally falls into Bianxi’s hands.”

Shawa couldn't help but remark, "Xi here is really lucky; he acquired such a large business without much effort."

The man scoffed, his face filled with disdain and contempt. "Whether he's lucky or not, that's a damn question."

Upon hearing this, Sawa immediately laughed. If Brother Yun has said that, then it must be bad news.

“Nar.” The man leaned back on the sofa, looking extremely relaxed. “Get ready later. We’re going to Wa State this afternoon. This time, we’ll bring the survivors.”

The survivor is a fifth-generation air superiority fighter jet that Fu Yungui recently acquired, which boasts high stealth, high situational awareness, and high maneuverability.

Under normal circumstances, men would never use it, because there is simply no need for it.

It seems that Xi still has a lot of influence here, and is worth being blasted by the survivors.

“Okay,” Nar replied, and it was clear from this that Brother Yun agreed with his earlier idea.

Taking the initiative is the best form of defense.

Fu Yungui certainly understood this principle.

Moreover, what he dislikes most is being on the defensive; given the choice, he always prefers to take the initiative.

"Anu, before we set off this afternoon, find out the exact location of the Wenlai army."

Anu replied, "Okay, Brother Yun."

“And that drug manufacturing plant,” the man added.

Anu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant and replied, "Understood."

After the brief meeting ended, Fu Yungui got up, intending to go back and cuddle with his cat for a nap. However, as soon as he got downstairs, he saw people sitting in the restaurant.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her long, black hair neatly tucked behind her ears, revealing her fair cheeks.

She wore an extremely loose pink dress that covered her from head to toe, leaving only her slender white neck exposed, probably because she couldn't hide it any longer.

Otherwise, even that round head would probably have to be stuffed in.

However, the clothes made her look even more petite, and she looked both beautiful and cute.

The man stared at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. What was she trying to hide?

Anyone who didn't know better would think that the unreasonable kitten that was hitting and biting yesterday was themselves.

So all those scratches on my chest were caused by myself?

This kitten's behavior is utterly twisted.

However, after working for so long this time, I was able to get up after such a short rest. It seems my stamina is a little stronger than before.

The man thought to himself, then glanced at the other side again, but judging from the looks of it, the most likely explanation was that they were hungry.

She ate with such relish, yet remained perfectly well-behaved.

Her fair fingers held the spoon, carefully placing each word into her mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately.

Even eating a meal looks beautiful.

Momo sat there with her head down, eating obediently, completely unaware that the intense gaze outside the door had been fixed on her for a long time.

She was only startled when the man walked up to her with his hands in his pockets, his tall back completely blocking out the light behind him, causing the light on the table to suddenly dim.

Momo stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and saw the man sitting there, propping his head up with his hand and looking at her, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked lazy, but seemed to be in a good mood.

It seems that the matter I mentioned earlier was handled quite smoothly.

Momo glanced at it and then lowered her head to continue eating.

The man could tell from the gesture and expression that the woman had no intention of acknowledging him.

He tapped his fingers on the table. "Huang Momo, don't you have any manners? Are you just pretending you don't see people?"

"What are you doing?" the man asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

He pretends to be stupid when he should be polite, but insists on being polite when he shouldn't, constantly saying "thank you" to himself.

"I'm eating." Momo spoke with her head down, her tone gentle, revealing no trace of displeasure. "You have to eat quietly, you can't talk."

Didn't anyone tell you this when you were a child?