Chapter 77 Undercurrent Rises Again

The Peninsula Bangkok, on the banks of the Chao Phraya River.

The black Maybach was parked steadily under the eaves. Mo Xiaohan opened the door for Ruan Xingchen, and his palm was placed above her head - as if he was straightening the crown of a queen who was about to be crowned.

"Remember, Victor's 'eyes' are always waiting in the shadows to catch your weakness." His deep voice carried the coolness of the night breeze. "The more he hopes for your collapse, the more you must stand firm. That's the best counterattack."

Ruan Xingchen interlocked her fingers with his, and the moment their skin touched, the corners of her lips raised sharply: "Since he expects a floor full of broken glass, then let him see the sharp edges of diamonds."

The arms dealer's dinner was in full swing in the Sakuntala Ballroom. The light reflected from the crystal chandelier fell on everyone's face, but it could not illuminate the calculations and gloom hidden deep in their eyes.

When Mo Xiaohan and Ruan Xingchen entered the venue, the noise suddenly subsided. She was wearing a black dress with a high slit, which outlined her slender yet powerful waistline. The faint outline of a silver pistol at her back made everyone who passed by her subconsciously hold their breath.

Kalon, the largest arms dealer in Southeast Asia, walked over with a glass of wine in hand. His eyes wandered over Ruan Xingchen, and he smiled with a dagger hidden in his face: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo is much sharper than the last time we met."

Mo Xiaohan raised his eyes calmly: "My wife must be thorny."

Ruan Xingchen took the champagne handed to him by the waiter, gripped the stem of the glass firmly with his fingertips, and raised it to Caron. "Mr. Caron, you're joking. Compared to your brilliance on the battlefield, my little thorn is nothing."

Her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by the people around her. It was just the right amount of humility, but also contained a confidence that could not be underestimated.

In the corner, a man in a black suit seemed to be talking to someone, but his eyes were fixed on Ruan Xingchen. The button on his cuff gleamed faintly; it was a miniature camera, transmitting the current image back to Victor in real time.

A private estate in the foothills of the Alps, Switzerland.

In the monitoring room, the six monitors in front of Victor were simultaneously focused on Ruan Xingchen. He narrowed his gray-blue eyes, staring at the screen where she calmly clinked glasses with Caron.

He put down his whiskey glass and ran his slender fingers across one of the screens, magnifying her facial expressions to the extreme - the curve of her mouth, the sharpness of her eyes, and even the slightly raised posture of her pinky finger when she raised the glass, all revealed an unexpectedly dangerous aura.

"It seems... my little rose's thorns not only didn't break, but became even sharper..." His tone was cold and playful.

"In that case... let's change the way we play the game."

Victor stood up and walked to the wall where the map of Laos was hung. He glanced at the banks of the Mekong River and asked, "The young master of the Song family... has been very active recently?"

The confidant bowed his head and replied, "Yes. Ever since the last time he failed to test Ruan Xingchen and Mo Xiaohan blew up three of his munitions ships, he has been wanting revenge."

"Then give him a 'chance'." Victor's lips curled up into a sinister smile: "Have you prepared the 'evidence'?"

The confidant immediately handed over a badge and a sniper rifle - the copper surface of the badge was engraved with interlaced dark river patterns, which was the token of the Mohist Dark River Group; the number engraved on the gun body was clearly visible, and it completely matched the registration of the Mohist arsenal.

"Perfect." Victor picked up the badge and weighed the gun again. "When General Song finds these from his son's body... the show will begin."

"What a perfect script..." he murmured, a morbid excitement flashing in his eyes. "Mo Xiaohan 'killed' General Song's only son. The Song family will definitely come out in full force for revenge. And Ruan Xingchen was the fuse of the last conflict. How can we vent our hatred if we don't kill her first?"

"By then, Little Rose will die before Mo Xiaohan's eyes." He paused, his gaze returning to Ruan Xingchen's face on the screen. The light in his eyes was even more scorching than the cold light on the screen. "He will definitely fight the Song family to the death, and when both sides suffer losses—"

"That's when the naga devour them."

"Get ready for the plane, back to northern Myanmar." He raised his hand to adjust his tie, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement. "How could I miss this wonderful show?"

After his confidant left, the only thing left in the monitoring room was the cold light of the screen flowing across his face, reflecting the gloom surging in his eyes, like the thick snow that would not melt deep in the Alps.