Chapter 109: Walking into a Trap

Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains into the manor's bedroom, and the breeze carried the sweet scent of lily of the valley slowly through the air, as if to completely wash away the bloody scene of a few days ago.

Ruan Xingchen was leaning against the head of the bed, sipping pregnancy-maintaining medicine in small sips. Although her face was still pale, her complexion had obviously improved a lot, and her lips were faintly pink.

"The news has been leaked." Mo Xiaohan leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. His palm gently rested on her swollen belly, feeling the slight throbbing of the baby. "You had a miscarriage and fell into a coma. I stayed by your bedside, devastated."

Ruan Xingchen raised his eyes and chuckled softly: "Will they really believe it?"

"Greedy people always believe what they want to believe." His fingertips gently wiped the medicine stains from the corners of her lips, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. "Wait until all those rats hiding in the gutter crawl out, and we can clean up all of Southeast Asia and leave it to the baby."

The next day, the news spread like wildfire across Southeast Asia, with various forces ready to move and undercurrents surging.

Indonesian arms dealers took the lead in making moves, swallowing up two batches of Mohist goods;

The deputy mayor of Bangkok mobilized police forces to prepare for a "surprise inspection" of the Mojia Wharf, while secretly showing goodwill to the Berg family;

Even some forces in Bangkok have begun to try to touch the gray industry of the Mohist school...

Mo Xiaohan, on the other hand, didn't react at all and allowed the situation to continue to ferment.

Almost everyone in Southeast Asia's underworld began to believe that the once dark emperor had fallen. What they didn't know was that every move and every attempt had been accurately recorded by him.

"Everything is developing as you expected," A-Tai handed the detailed surveillance report to Mo Xiaohan, "all these termites have emerged."

"The higher you jump, the more miserable your death will be." Mo Xiaohan's lips curled into an icy smile: "It's time to close the net."

The early morning fog in northern Myanmar shrouded the military camp, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and wet grass.

Savika put her arms around Su Lixia from behind, and her hand with the emerald ring gently covered her trigger finger, guiding her movements.

"Breathe slowly." He bit her earlobe and whispered, his breath warm. "Imagine you are dissecting a frog—"

"Don't make fun of my profession!" Su Lixia's ears turned red.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the bull's eye.

She turned her head excitedly and met his smiling eyes.

"Reward." He stuffed a piece of palm sugar into her mouth, his fangs flashing in the morning light. "I'll teach you how to disassemble another 'gun' tonight..."

The encrypted communicator suddenly vibrated rapidly, and Mo Xiaohan's secret order was concise and cold.

Savika's smile instantly disappeared, and she carried Su Lixia on her shoulders: "Pack up your things, let's go back to Bangkok."

"What happened?" Su Lixia looked confused.

"The lady suffered a miscarriage and is in a coma, and Mr. Mo has collapsed." Savika lied calmly, but her finger quietly traced the word "fake" on her palm. "Leave this to the adjutant. We must leave immediately."

Su Lixia immediately understood and cried out in agreement: "How is Senior Sister? The child..."

Half an hour later, the helicopter quickly took off.

Hiding in the shadows, the Naga spies watched with satisfaction as Savika and Su Lixia hurriedly evacuated the camp. As the helicopter flew over the lush rainforest of northern Myanmar, Savika hugged Su Lixia from behind and chuckled, "I'll give you a big show when we get back to Bangkok."

At the same time, Naga headquarters in northern Myanmar.

"What a pity..." Victor shook his red wine glass, a fake regret flashing in his gray-blue eyes. "I wanted to prepare the best cradle in Europe for that child."

The confidant reported cautiously in a low voice: "Sir, Mo Xiaohan seems to have really collapsed... Even Savika was urgently recalled to Bangkok..."

"Breakdown?" Victor's lips curled up in sarcasm. "If Mo Xiaohan broke down so easily, he would have died a hundred times already."

"But the hospital confirmed that Ruan Xingchen did suffer a massive hemorrhage... Mo Xiaohan even handed over daily meetings to A Tai."

Victor narrowed his eyes. "Then let our 'ally' add fuel to the fire. I want to see how long he can keep up his pretense."

…

Savika's helicopter landed at the Bangkok estate shrouded in darkness, and Artest immediately handed over the liquidation list.

The bloody cleansing officially begins.

Savika led his men into the deputy mayor's private residence in Dusit County and trapped the official who was having a secret conversation with the Naga envoy in a secret room. As he severed the official's tendons with a Dharma knife, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Mo, do you want to resign gracefully or turn into a concrete pillar with the Naga envoy?"

A-Tai led a raid on an Indonesian arms dealer's private yacht off the coast of Jakarta. Intense gunfire exploded across the empty waters, transforming into a dull whine. "In your next life," A-Tai whispered to the gradually cooling corpse, "remember not to touch anything belonging to the Mo family."

…

"The seventh one." Savika shook off the blood from the tip of the knife. "These bastards Victor raised...are not enough to fill the gaps between our teeth."

Mo Xiaohan's voice came from the headset: "Leave two people alive, so that Victor will think I'm really broken."

All cleanup operations were progressing efficiently, and the undercurrent in Southeast Asia had already changed its course. However, Mo Xiaohan, who truly controlled the direction of this storm, now displayed a completely different gentleness.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand gently stroking Ruan Xingchen's bulging belly, the other hand flipping through the secret report from Europe, the corner of his lips slightly raised -

The Berg family's arch-enemy, the head of the Rockefeller family, the 20-year-old Emil, agreed to meet with him secretly.

Ruan Xingchen frowned slightly: "You want to form an alliance with him?"

"Young Rockefeller has been forced into a corner by Victor, leaving him with no choice but to cooperate with me." Mo Xiaohan's gaze fell on the spread-out map of Europe, cold as a knife. "He's much more naive than Victor... but ruthless enough. The enemy of my enemy... is the sharpest knife."

"As for the reward, it's half of the Berg family's power." He leaned over and kissed her pregnant belly. "Baby, Daddy has prepared a great gift for you."

The noose has quietly been put around the snake's weak spot, and the last piece of this killing game across Europe and Asia has finally fallen.