The roar of the armored vehicle's engine pierced through the wooden window. Peng Demin pressed his fingers against the carved window frame, leaving three shallow finger marks due to his tension and force.

Lin Dong stroked the rim of the purple clay cup, and a scene appeared in the outdoor corridor through his third eye: six guards quietly loaded their submachine guns.

In fact, Lin Dong's third eye had never been closed since he first entered the building.

Therefore, inside and outside Qingxiang Residence, even an ant crawling on the table cannot escape his surveillance.

Lin Dong glanced down at the kitchen and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The gift that I asked Kun Sheng to prepare has arrived.

"Boss Lin, are you going to take over the entire Kokang?"

Peng Jiasheng twirled his jade thumb ring, his feet slightly tense under the tea table, revealing his current tension:

"In the past two hundred years, no one in Kokang has ever dared to make such a boastful statement."

"Then you'll see it today." Lin Dong's expression was very calm.

"Boss Lin, have you considered that if the Dragon Gang becomes too powerful in northern Myanmar, the government army will definitely intervene?"

"Oh? If we don't take a strong stance, do you think they won't intervene?"

"At least, as long as I, Peng Jiasheng, am around, things will always be much easier to mediate..."

"Commander-in-Chief Peng, do you think that with the current strength of our Dragon Gang, we need someone to mediate?"

"Boss Lin, one shouldn't be too greedy."

"A little bit of courage, can't be considered greed? Hahaha... I remember Commander-in-Chief Peng just said that when an opportunity comes, we must seize it fiercely, right?"

"Do you think today is the best opportunity?"

"What do you think?" Lin Dong looked at Peng Jiasheng's wrinkled face with a smile. "King of Kokang, you're getting old."

Peng Demin's knuckles, gripping the window frame, were slightly white, and he seemed to be trembling all over.

I don't know if it was because of humiliation or fear.

Lin Dong's last words did not provoke Peng Jiasheng's anger; on the contrary, he showed a thoughtful expression.

"Sigh...maybe I really am getting old."

"The spirit of yesteryear is gone, and the determination to gamble everything on the entire Peng family is gone!"

The sound of armored vehicles grinding against the road outside the window grew closer and closer, but none of this gave Peng Jiasheng even the slightest sense of security.

He knew all too well how terrifying this young man was.

Perhaps in this man's eyes, all the resources that he and his son had prepared for today were as laughable as a child brandishing a toy gun in front of a strong man...

"Don't be too nervous, we're just having a meal." Lin Dong continued to sip his tea slowly. "Actually, I prepared a gift for Commander-in-Chief Peng before we came."

"A gift?" Peng Jiasheng's heart skipped a beat, not with surprise, but with even greater unease.

Would someone like Lin Dong really be so kind as to give Peng Jiasheng a gift at this time?

"Have the waiter serve the food, and also bring out the gift."

Lin Dong strode away from the tea table and walked unceremoniously to the rosewood dining table, where he took the seat of honor.

"Please, both of you."

Damn it, I invited you to dinner, and you're acting like the guest of honor?

Peng Jiasheng felt bitter. He turned his head and winked at his son behind him, then shook his head slightly.

Upon receiving the message, Peng Demin's face turned even paler. Helpless, he reached out the window and made a secret gesture to end the operation.

The father decided to compromise with Lin Dong.

This time, the Peng family may truly become an appendage of the Dragon Gang.

"Aren't you two coming over? The food's starting to be served." Lin Dong, sitting at the head of the table, waved. "We're in a good mood today, how about we have a few drinks?"

The Peng father and son left the tea table and awkwardly took their seats.

"Listen to Boss Lin, what kind of wine do you want to drink? I'll have Demin prepare it."

"The alcohol is up to you, as long as it's strong enough. But you should pay attention to the food; make sure you don't serve the wrong things."

"What do you mean by that, Boss Lin?"

"It's nothing, I don't eat beef..."

"......"

...............................................

At that moment, the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Instead of restaurant staff, three burly men in black entered.

Lin Dong recognized the leader as Chen Kang, the former leader of the Wayao Gang, who was among the first to join the Dragon Gang after the Battle of Old Street.

Behind Chen Kang, two men in black carried a heavy white cloth.

"Boss Lin, what's wrong?" Peng Jiasheng asked, puzzled and increasingly uneasy.

"I told you I'd give you a gift, Commander, look, here it is! Haha..." Lin Dong clapped his hands and laughed. "Chen Kang, tell General Peng in detail about the origin of this gift."

"yes!"

Chen Kang nodded:

"First of all, I apologize. The guards that Commander-in-Chief Peng brought were really incompetent. I had the brothers outside the door deal with them."

"In addition, half an hour ago, a special envoy from the government army in southern Myanmar was fishing in the fishpond in your backyard when he accidentally fell into the water and drowned."

"My men and I happened to be passing by, so we fished it out and brought it here..."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Kang opened the shroud on the floor, revealing a pale, wet corpse.

Drowning while fishing? Or just passing by?

I don't believe you for a second!

"You...you...you've really gone too far!"

Peng Demin could no longer contain himself. He stood up abruptly and was about to lash out with his finger.

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