Chapter 120 No Return from the High Seas
When Mo Xiaohan's helicopter landed at the Bangkok Manor helipad, Ruan Xingchen and Su Lixia were already waiting at the main building entrance. He silently walked down the gangway, reeking of the salty sea breeze and the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Ruan Xingchen was wearing a coat, his face full of worry. Su Lixia looked anxiously behind him, but Savika was nowhere to be seen.
Mo Xiaohan approached, his gaze sweeping across the two of them before finally settling on Su Lixia's face. There was no triumphant air about him, only the weariness and coldness that lingered between his brows. The oppressive atmosphere spoke for itself.
"Where's he..." Su Lixia's lips began to tremble, and the hope in her eyes was gradually replaced by silently growing fear. "Is he injured? In the hospital? Or..."
Mo Xiaohan was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke: "There was an accident on the high seas... Savika fell into the sea and disappeared." His voice was deep and heavy. "The search and rescue team is still looking for her."
"Missing...what does it mean?" Su Lixia murmured the word. She looked at Mo Xiaohan blankly, then at Ruan Xingchen, her eyes full of confusion and disbelief.
How could the madman who once put his hand on her chin and said, "If you dare to run, I will break your legs," and the young man who always said, "I won't die until I have a baby with you," disappear?
Su Lixia's knees suddenly went weak, as if all the strength in her body had been drained away, and she couldn't even cry out.
Ruan Xingchen held her in his arms, stroking her back with one hand and protecting his belly with the other: "Xia Xia, calm down... breathe... breathe with me!"
"No... He clearly promised me that he would come back... He can't lie to me... He can't..." Su Lixia buried her face in Ruan Xingchen's shoulder and cried loudly, finally squeezing out broken syllables.
"He will come back..." Ruan Xingchen's eyes were red. She patted Su Lixia gently, her voice choked with sobs, but she tried to remain calm. "We will find him."
"But the sea is so cold..." Su Lixia's cry was broken and desperate, full of helplessness and fear, "Senior... he's gone... I can't find him..."
"I'm sure everything will be fine... I'll find him, I will..." Ruan Xingchen repeated the pale but only comfort. Feeling Su Lixia's heart-wrenching trembling in his arms, his own heart also began to ache.
Mo Xiaohan watched the scene unfold before him, his jawline tense. A complex mix of emotions swirled in his eyes, ultimately transforming into a deeper chill. He turned and walked into the study, issuing orders one after another, cold and emotionless.
"Notify the Bangkok government to activate the national maritime search and rescue plan and inform Savika's missing coordinates and possible location."
"Notify naval command to activate military resources and deploy all available submarines and drones for 24-hour non-stop operations."
"In my name, I have simultaneously sent letters to the maritime authorities of neighboring countries, requesting their assistance in conducting joint searches in their respective exclusive economic zones and adjacent waters."
"Issuing an international maritime reward notice through diplomatic channels, offering one billion baht, and requisitioning all merchant ships and fishing boats passing through the relevant waterways to participate in the search and rescue. A further reward will be offered to anyone providing effective clues."
"If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead... I want to see his body."
…
In the following days, the Bangkok government dispatched all its coast guard patrols, Vietnam dispatched three ocean surveillance ships, Malaysia opened its coastal radar stations to share data, and Indonesia dispatched a professional deep-sea salvage team.
The Mohist School mobilized nearly a hundred submarines and drones, and with a huge reward, even passing cargo ships took the initiative to change their routes and join the search.
The search area continued to expand, covering almost the entire possible sea area. Helicopters circled day and night, and ships patrolled non-stop, but Mo Xiaohan only received the repeated response of "the search was fruitless."
The high seas that swallowed Savika were hopelessly silent.
Every day, Su Lixia stood on the shore holding Savika's military jacket, gazing at the vast ocean, as if she could wait for the young man with the emerald ring to emerge from the waves.
"Xia Xia, maybe... maybe no news is the best news." Ruan Xingchen advised softly.
But everyone understood what it meant to be lost in the sea after such a violent explosion. The golden 72 hours had long since passed, and hope was gradually being blown away by the salty sea breeze into despair.
Victor's body, which was burned beyond recognition, was quickly identified through DNA testing and feature comparison.
When the news came back, there was no expression on Mo Xiaohan's face, he just gave two orders lightly.
The first step is to conduct a comprehensive liquidation of Victor's confidants who planned the yacht explosion and all surviving Naga members who participated in the explosion, along with their families and mistresses.
Massacre, without exception.
The means were so cruel that it was chilling, as if to pour out all the violence that had been accumulated due to Savika's disappearance.
The second approach is to directly put pressure on Naypyidaw, demanding that the Myanmar military government eliminate the Naga forces and at the same time offer a huge reward for the whereabouts of Naga high-ranking officials and remaining armed personnel.
Artillery fire tore through the night sky of northern Myanmar. Under the joint encirclement of government forces and local armed forces that came after hearing the news, the Naga forces hidden deep in the intricate mountains of northern Myanmar were finally eradicated.
In Europe, Carl Berg, with the strong support of Emile, took the position of the new head of the Berg family.
After this huge change, the Berg family was severely damaged and could only cling closely to Emile and act as an obedient puppet.
Emil stood on the terrace of the Berg family castle and watched Karl sign the equity transfer agreement. The once glorious Berg family was now just a shell.
"From today on, the Berg family will always be loyal to the Rockefeller family." Carl's voice was filled with reluctance, but he had to bow his head.
"Don't forget, you can sit in this position," Emil chuckled as he swirled his red wine, "because Mr. Mo was willing to give you a share."
He turned and looked southeast, muttering to himself, "Victor should really see this. The power he pursued his whole life ended up being a full-moon gift for his enemy's child."
The encrypted communicator's prompt light lit up in the dim study, and Emil passed the newly drafted division agreement to Mo Xiaohan: "According to the agreement, half of the Berg family's core assets will belong to you. It can be regarded as a full moon gift for my nephew."
This storm that swept across Southeast Asia and Europe seemed to end with their complete victory. The enemy was completely destroyed, the territory was redivided, and huge benefits were pocketed.
Mo Xiaohan stood by the window, staring at the map of the high seas in a daze. The taste of victory turned out to be as rusty as blood.
After a long silence, he picked up the intercom and gave an order: "Keep searching. No matter how long it takes, no matter the cost."
His voice was low, falling into the silent room, revealing the fatigue and pain that was difficult to conceal.
"We will find it, right?" Ruan Xingchen looked up at him with tears in his eyes.
He hugged her from behind, his palms pressed against her belly. "Yes! Even if the high seas are drained... I will get my wolf cub back!"
The night wind blows past the window, and the lilies of the valley in the garden tremble.
The white petals drooped, shedding silent tears in the twilight. The swaying, cool fragrance was like an echo from a distant sea, gentle and chill.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
