"I used to curse when I was a soldier, and I still curse now that I'm an officer. Brother Meng got endocrine disorders from his political maneuvers in Yangon, and he always makes fun of us!"
Baru sat there cleaning his gun, too lazy to talk to his chattering brother.
Turning his head to look at Natu,
"Natu, why is Xhaka not moving?"
"I don't know. I heard that her daughter was kidnapped and she probably can't get away." Na Tu answered casually.
Baru pursed his lips tightly, everything seemed to be wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Zaka's daughter? The nympho who's been pestering A'long? Who the hell would kidnap that woman for no reason? Zaka doesn't have much money, and he doesn't have much say in power as long as A'long is around." Zhan Peng scratched his head and spoke in confusion.
A word can wake a person up from his dream.
Baru's wolf eyes flashed with coldness, and he suddenly remembered something.
Nan Xiaoxi once said that a worn crocodile skin bag carried by Zhamin would cost over a million. At that time, he was only thinking about coaxing Nan Xiaoxi and ignored the key information: Zhaka was not as simple as he appeared.
The allied forces had to raise their own military expenses. Zaka always cried poor in front of him. He couldn't bear to let his brothers who had been through life and death with him suffer from poverty. He and Mengge tried every possible way to get money. Except for Zaka's confidants, even the money for buying food for the kitchen was paid by them.
Xhaka has to support his cronies, manage relationships, and support such a large family. He also has a dozen concubines and illegitimate children outside. His daughter can even use a bag worth millions. Where does he get the money?
"Natu, when you get back, send someone to Zhaka and try to find out what his money really comes from, besides the transparent source on the surface.
Also, go find out where Bai Shouye is hiding, I'm going to cook him alive!"
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