After Luo Zhan and his group left, Wang Hu watched as more and more armed men surrounded them. These men were armed with various weapons, and some were already eager to attack.

Wang Hu frowned slightly. He quickly grabbed Aung San's collar as easily as lifting a chick, and then stepped into the red brick building without hesitation.

Startled by this sudden action, Aung San screamed, "What are you doing?" His voice echoed in the hallway, filled with terror and confusion.

Wang Hu ignored his screams, merely glancing at him indifferently, inwardly sighing: This so-called warlord is actually so cowardly.

Wang Hu carried Aung San and quickly climbed to the top floor. Once there, he ruthlessly threw Aung San to the ground like trash.

"Find someone to bandage you up! Don't bleed to death!" Wang Hu said coldly, as if he didn't care about Aung San's life or death at all.

After saying that, he ignored Aung San, turned around and walked to the edge of the rooftop, watching Luo Zhan and the others run away. He saw them leap over the hill in front of him with the agility of rabbits, their figures gradually disappearing from sight.

However, Wang Hu still felt uneasy. He glanced back at the armed men downstairs and found that their numbers didn't seem to have decreased much, which meant that no one should be chasing after them.

After confirming that Luo Zhan and the others were temporarily safe, Wang Hu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and found that Aung San's leg had already been bandaged.

Moreover, Aung San seemed to have recognized Wang Hu by this point. After all, when Scarface borrowed people from him, he had revealed some general information about Wang Hu, so he already had some understanding of Wang Hu.

"Is this girl that important to you?" Aung San suddenly asked, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Wang Hu, you actually came here in person to rescue her?"

Wang Hu's lips curled into a mocking smile as he slowly said, "Haha, you can still recognize me? That's wonderful! In that case, it's time to settle our scores!"

Aung San clearly misunderstood Wang Hu's meaning, thinking he was about to attack, so he sternly stopped him, saying, "Don't be impulsive! If you dare to lay a hand on me, you won't escape either! Look down there, they're all my men!"

Faced with the threat, Wang Hu simply shook his head, seemingly unconcerned. His voice was calm and steady: "No, I have no intention of attacking. I just want to ask you why your scarred subordinate is so determined to kidnap me?"

After listening to Wang Hu's question, Aung San remained silent for a moment before deciding not to hide anything any longer. He sighed and answered truthfully, "Actually, it's all because of a man named Li Feng. He told Scarface that you were very good at stock trading, and from that moment on, Scarface started to have his eye on you."

Wang Hu frowned slightly, inwardly realizing he was in trouble. He never expected that Li Feng would trick him. He quickly asked, "Li Feng? Where is he now?"

Aung San shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm sorry, Li Feng has already been buried alive by Scarface. To Scarface, there's no need to keep someone who's useless and only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun."

Just then, in a room on the top floor of the white villa opposite the Little Red Building, a very beautiful and sexy woman was holding binoculars and observing the situation from afar.

Although Indai disliked her husband Aung San, who was more than ten years older than her, she still agreed to marry him in order to help develop Mengla.

So Aung San cannot die yet. She frowned and asked the person next to her in a low voice, "Can't we rescue the general?"

The person next to her said, "Instructor Jack is looking for a high vantage point to set up a sniping position. He should be able to kill that Chinese man with one shot!"

On the outskirts of the base, on a hill level with the building, John and Jack had already set up their sniper rifles.

Jack, holding his binoculars, said to John beside him, "John is Wang Hu. Your chance for revenge has come!"

Although Jack said that, he was still afraid of Wang Hu in his heart, and even lacked confidence in this sniping attempt. The image of Wang Hu dodging his seven shots in a row last time flashed through his mind again.

Sure enough, his guess came true the next moment.

Wang Hu suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if pricked by a needle, between his eyebrows. His body seemed to be propelled by an invisible force, and he instinctively made a dodging motion.

Just then, a bullet flew past like lightning, grazing his scalp and kicking up a few strands of hair. Wang Hu's heart pounded instantly, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Without the slightest hesitation, he nimbly rolled away, successfully dodging the bullets that followed.

Wang Hu quickly stood up, pointing his gun at Aung San without hesitation. His eyes were filled with anger and determination as he fired a shot into Aung San's other leg.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Aung San was shot in the leg, howling in pain.

"You dare to play dirty tricks on me!" Wang Hu roared. "Tell them to stop right now, or I'll be hitting your head next!"

Aung San was terrified, his face pale. He groaned in pain as he shouted at the people downstairs, "Who the hell told you to fire? Stop it! Stop it!"

Meanwhile, Yindai stood not far away, witnessing this breathtaking scene. When she saw Wang Hu's face, her heart skipped a beat.

Wang Hu has a handsome and resolute face. His eyebrows are thick like swords, his eyes are deep and sharp, and his lips are slightly upturned under his high nose, revealing a sense of confidence and decisiveness.

Coupled with his agile movements and decisive reactions just now, Indy felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and she couldn't help but think, "This is the perfect husband, strong and handsome!"

Wang Hu grabbed him by the collar and came down from the rooftop. He randomly found a room, pushed open the door, and drew the curtains. He looked at Aung San with a mocking expression and said, "Looks like you have quite a few men who want you dead. Your position doesn't look very secure!"

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Hu finished speaking, Aung San's mind started to wander. He was on the verge of life and death, and everyone became a suspect to him.

The first person he thought of was his most loyal subordinate, number two, Cai Meng, and then he thought of the American, Jack.

He considered every possible threat to him.

Wang Hu chuckled inwardly at his expression. This was exactly what he wanted. Otherwise, when he retreated later, all of his energy would be focused on dealing with him, which would be troublesome.