A down-and-out middle-aged man unexpectedly reincarnates back to 28 years ago. He encounters a shocking heist and activates the "Black Gold System".
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On the very night the southern military camp was bombed.
In the city of Port Mores, where people were filled with fear, two Dragon Gang teams, each with about three hundred members, quietly sneaked into the city.
After Phoenix and Mo Huan settled their respective subordinates, they agreed on a time to meet again.
The meeting place was still that unassuming wonton shop.
It was early morning, and the sun had just risen around seven or eight o'clock, not yet having dispelled the white fog over the streets.
When Mo Huan arrived, the fog on the street seemed particularly thick today.
He guessed that the intense artillery fire from the southern military camps last night had added a lot of dust particles to the city's air.
Due to the unstable political situation, the wonton shop owner has been closing his shop every few days recently, so business has been much worse.
Outsiders don't know that the amiable wonton shop owner looks like a middle-aged native who has lived in Inner Mongolia for a long time.
But his true identity is actually the head of Sky Eye in Port Mores.
As early as a year and a half ago, Feng Zi sent out many capable personnel to vigorously develop Tianyan's spies and moles, spreading them throughout every town in Indonesia.
Mo Huan slowly walked across the street to the end of it.
He habitually squatted down, pretending to tie his loose shoelaces, and glanced quickly behind him the moment he squatted down.
Thankfully, no one is following me, I'm safe!
Seeing that there were no tails following her, Mo Huan breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight to the rolling shutter door of the wonton shop.
He knocked three times, paused for two seconds, and then knocked once more.
After a while, the roller shutter door was pulled up, revealing Phoenix's mature and charming face.
Their eyes met, and they nodded slightly.
Mo Huan bent down and walked into the store, hearing the sound of Phoenix pulling the shutter and locking the door behind her.
Inside the wonton shop, the warm orange lighting created a cozy atmosphere.
Steam rose from the inner kitchen, carrying the rich aroma of scallion and minced pork filling...
Mo Huan sniffed with delight and exclaimed, "Being able to eat Miss Phoenix's wontons is truly one of life's greatest pleasures!"
Phoenix closed the door and smiled upon hearing this: "When we get to Dragon Island, I'll take on an apprentice and open a wonton shop to pass on my skills."
“Then I’ll definitely come here every day and never get tired of it, haha…” Mo Huan laughed. “I heard that there are many wild coconut crabs on Dragon Island. Have you ever thought about adding some crab meat to the minced meat?”
"Hey? Old Mo, that's a great suggestion! I'll definitely give it a try when I get the chance!"
The phoenix's eyes shone brightly:
"Please have a seat, the wontons will be ready soon..."
After saying that, she wiped her hands on her apron and went back into the kitchen.
Mo Huan found a seat and watched with great interest as the phoenix inside busied itself.
Who would have thought that this charming woman, who looks like a typical housewife, would be the leader of the infamous Dark Dragon assassin organization?
Therefore, the most ordinary narrow streets and alleys often hide some extraordinary people or things.
This is precisely the most peculiar aspect of life in the martial arts world.
Pick up a gun and blood will spill on the streets; put down the gun and life returns to normal...
A few minutes later, Phoenix came out of the kitchen carrying two large bowls of steaming hot wontons.
The delicious aroma whetted Mo Huan's appetite, even though she hadn't had breakfast yet.
"Old Mo, you have a good appetite, so I added some extra for you. Eat it while it's hot."
Phoenix pushed a bowl full of wontons towards her.
Mo Huan didn't stand on ceremony, thanked her, and started eating.
The sounds of smacking as they ate filled the air between the two.
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It was seven or eight minutes later when we finished eating.
As usual, Mo Huan finished the soup in her bowl, which was a full affirmation of Fenghuang's culinary skills.
Finally, Mo Huan let out a satisfied burp and patted her round belly with great enjoyment.
Phoenix, who ate rather elegantly, smiled and teased him, "Old Mo, aren't you exaggerating a bit?"
"Uh, what's so exaggerated about that? Delicious food is naturally loved by many!"
Mo Huan answered slowly and deliberately:
"Besides, those of us who roam the world should always remember this wise saying..."
"Oh? What profound saying?" Phoenix asked curiously.
"Eat if you can. Who knows what might happen when we go out tomorrow?" Mo Huan said.
Phoenix nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
"So, Lao Mo, what are your thoughts on tomorrow's operation?"
Phoenix put down her chopsticks, her expression slightly grave.
"This is a serious matter, so I have to be cautious. After all, I don't want anything to happen to our people..."
Mo Huan pondered for a moment, but did not rush to answer. Instead, she crossed her arms and rubbed her chin with her right index finger and thumb.
"My latest orders are that the headquarters of the Ephemeral Flower Society must be destroyed within three days."
Phoenix emphasizes the importance of this mission:
"With a major battle imminent, our Dragon Gang cannot afford any uncertainties behind us."
"If Huang Daowen hadn't said it himself, who would have thought that the headquarters of the Ephemeral Flower Society was in Port Mores?"
"What's even more unexpected is that the supreme leader of this mysterious and evil organization is actually a woman?"
Mo Huan nodded in agreement: "Sister Amelia Teresa, a world-renowned figure, and last year's Nobel Peace Prize laureate."
"To be honest, I was also taken aback when you first told me, Miss Phoenix."
"No one would have imagined that a kind woman who was passionate about adopting orphans and establishing church orphanages everywhere would be the founder of the Ephemeral Flower Society?"
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