Chapter 113 "Return Gift" and Scandal
Northern Myanmar, Naga headquarters.
The moment Victor Berg opened the refrigerator, a fishy smell mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals hit him in the face.
Twelve heads were neatly arranged in the box, staring at him with their eyes wide open. The head on top held a note in its mouth, with the following scribbled words in Burmese:
"Return gift—S"
These were the Naga warriors he sent to try to kidnap Su Lixia.
"Ha...hahaha!" Victor suddenly chuckled, his gray-blue eyes filled with frost. "What a 'return gift'... Savika, you're more interesting than I thought."
Anger surged in his chest. He had indeed underestimated the ruthlessness of the wolf cub, but this also made him more convinced that Su Lixia was the most effective bargaining chip to manipulate Savika.
"Unfortunately... even the most ferocious wolf has its weaknesses." He picked up the note with tweezers, turned around and gave a cold order to his confidant: "Continue to send people to invite Miss Su. Remember, she must be alive."
However, in the next two weeks, several batches of elite troops sent out never returned.
The first group was "detained" while crossing the border, and their bodies floated in the Mekong River the next day;
The second group tried to bribe the Mohist insiders, but they were skinned in public by Savika;
The third group was "accidentally" involved in a gang fight on the streets of Bangkok and all of them were shot to death;
The fourth group was "accidentally attacked" by the Myanmar armed forces at the border before they even had time to leave northern Myanmar, and all of them were wiped out;
The fifth batch... the sixth batch...
After each team lost contact, Victor would "thoughtfully" receive a "return gift", sometimes an eyeball or a severed finger in a jewelry box, sometimes a human leather glove with a Naga bronze snake emblem.
"You're useless! You can't even catch a kitten!"
When his confidant trembled as he presented another "return gift" box, Victor finally smashed the wine glass. The scarlet wine spread across the floor like blood. He stared at the glaring red and suddenly calmed down.
"It seems that 'inviting' Miss Su is completely impossible." He walked to the window, looking at the mountains in the distance, and the calculating light in his eyes gathered again.
"In that case, there's no need to waste any more manpower." He turned his head to the confidant behind him who was silent as a cicada, his voice regaining its composure. "Send another envoy to Bangkok to contact Savika. Tell him that we want to negotiate a deal with our old friend Victor."
This time, he sent Lawrence, the Berg family's renowned negotiator known for his eloquence and composure. However, upon arriving at the Bangkok docks with his generous gifts, this elite was "invited" into the warehouse.
Savika leaned against the container, lifting Lawrence's suit tie with the tip of the Dharma knife in his hand.
"Cooperation? Cooperation without even showing your face... Are you afraid I'll skin him alive?" He sneered and slashed open Lawrence's shirt with the tip of his knife. "Ask your master to come and talk in person. Hiding and controlling things remotely, what kind of person is that?"
Lawrence forced himself to remain calm: "Mr. Berg is very busy..."
The knife flashed, blood spurted from Lawrence's throat, and his shrill scream was drowned out by the sound of the waves of the Chao Phraya River.
Savika stepped on the still-twitching corpse and waved his hand lazily: "Skin it carefully and send it to northern Myanmar. Feed the meat to the crocodiles."
Three days later, Lawrence was "sent" back to northern Burma. His skin was completely peeled off and stretched on a Xiangfei bamboo frame. On the back, a bloody message in Burmese was carved with a dagger:
"Next time I come in person, your skin will be more suitable for a lampshade."
When this horrifying "work of art" was brought before Victor, he was engulfed in tremendous rage.
"Savika!!!" He almost roared the name.
But the Bangkok Manor at this time was a completely different scene.
Ruan Xingchen was reclining on the soft sofa, and Mo Xiaohan was kneeling on one knee in front of her, gently applying massage oil to her pregnant belly.
At this time, Emil's voice came through the encrypted communication, with a hint of suppressed excitement: "Mr. Mo, the European elders we instigated have confessed! Victor is not the bloodline of old Berg at all!"
"Evidence?" Mo Xiaohan did not stop and continued to gently stroke with the essential oil, but his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"His biological mother, Lina Lama, was once the mistress of the Berg family. She later had an affair with Soe Win, leader of the Black Vipers in northern Myanmar." Emil pulled up two faded old photos: a young, beautiful European woman holding the arms of two men, a blond, blue-eyed European aristocrat, and a heavily tattooed Asian man.
"After Victor was born, Lina insisted that the child was the blood of old Berg. Because his wife had no children, old Berg took him back to Switzerland to raise him, and Lina married Soe Win."
The scene switches to the Berg family's internal medical records. The genetic test report clearly shows that Victor is not a blood match with the head of the Berg family, but is highly consistent with Sowin.
"After learning the truth, old Berg wanted to kill Victor. But his wife happened to be pregnant and gave birth to a legitimate son, so he pushed Victor out and used him as a shield." Emil then pulled up the Berg family tree, the cursor hovering over Ferdinand Berg's name. "In the past ten years, Victor has suffered seventeen assassination attempts. In fact, the target was this legitimate son. Five years ago, Ferdinand claimed to be 'recovering from illness,' but in fact..."
"Actually, he was framed by Victor and died in Yemen." Mo Xiaohan replied calmly, and the action of applying massage oil on Ruan Xingchen's belly paused slightly.
"That's right. After Victor learned of his life story, he secretly planned to control both the Berg family and the forces in northern Myanmar. Unexpectedly, when you cleansed up Southeast Asia five years ago, his biological father, Soe Win, was completely eradicated..."
This is why Mo Xiaohan missed Victor from his purge list. At that time, he was trapped in a European castle as the illegitimate son of the Berg family's patriarch.
"Isn't it exciting? A bastard rose to power by murdering the legitimate heir and falsifying DNA reports, and now he wants to annex Southeast Asia..." Emil said sarcastically, "Ever since several heirs, core members, and those who opposed him died in 'accidents,' the entire Berg family's collateral branches are now insecure, fearing they'll be wiped out by him one day."
"Give this 'gift' to the Berg family's side branch." Mo Xiaohan's eyes flashed coldly. He took a wet towel from the side and wiped his hands slowly. "Ask them if they want to continue serving the bastard and wait for the family business to be swallowed up, or follow the Rockefeller family and take back the power."
"You support the puppets, and I'll deal with Victor. Europe, it's time for a change of scenery."
Communication ended.
The room returned to silence, with only the evening breeze gently ruffling the gauze curtains.
Mo Xiaohan lowered his head, kissed the slightly red corners of Ruan Xingchen's eyes, and whispered, "The snake's nest... we finally dug it up."
Ruan Xingchen leaned into his arms, her voice choked with sobs: "So he hates you... hates you for ruining his chance to rule northern Myanmar, and also hates my mother... for witnessing him kill his legitimate son..."
Mo Xiaohan stroked her soft hair, but his eyes passed through the night and fell into the invisible distance.
"He hates all the light that illuminates his false identity." His voice was as deep as a blade. "He's lived half his life hiding under someone else's surname, murdering his father, killing his brother, and seizing the throne... Now he wants to wash away his own shadow with the blood of others. But a shadow is still a shadow, and it cannot stand the true light."
A cold and cruel smile appeared on Mo Xiaohan's lips. "I remember every 'gift' he gave me. Soon, I will give him a bigger one."
"Let the entire Berg family and the dusk of northern Myanmar bid him farewell."
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