Chapter 32 Bloody Storm
——When the wolf king shows his fangs, the whole jungle trembles.
In just three days, the underworld of Southeast Asia was turned upside down.
Yangon Pier, four in the morning.
U Ne Win's private yacht was quietly anchored in the darkness, its engine humming, ready to sail into the high seas at any time.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" He whispered to his men to carry the last gold bar, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
Three days ago, he was still in his own casino, rolling over the breasts of a beautiful dealer with jade chips, but now, he didn't even dare to stay in Myanmar for a second longer.
——Mo Xiaohan’s revenge came too quickly!
The casino was bombed, the warehouse was burned, and the confidants disappeared one after another.
He even witnessed his second-in-command being hanged on the tallest signal tower in Yangon, his body swaying in the wind, like a warning to the entire underworld.
And those politicians who had colluded with him had already leaked his movements anonymously. They wanted to pack him up and send him to Mo Xiaohan just to protect themselves.
"Boss, we can go now." The subordinate opened the cabin door.
Wu Naiwen breathed a sigh of relief, but before his foot touched the deck—
"Bang!"
The silenced bullet penetrated his knee.
The severe pain caused Wu Naiwen to fall to the ground. His vision gradually blurred in the blood, but he was still fixed on the figure that was walking slowly out of the shadows of the dock.
Mo Xiaohan's confidant A Tai was slowly wiping the silenced pistol.
"Boss asked me to tell you something." A-Tai crouched down, pressing the barrel of his gun against Wu Na-win's trembling temples. "No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun a bullet."
These were the last words the tycoon, who controlled half of the casinos on the Myanmar border, heard before he died.
Khun Sa relied on the military's support to fight Mo Xiaohan head-on. When the two sides exchanged fire at the border stronghold, he led his private army to hold out for three days and three nights, but he forgot that every inch of land in Southeast Asia was engraved with Mo Xiaohan's name.
His arsenal in Myanmar was reduced to ruins, and the stockpiled weapons and ammunition caught fire under the night sky, illuminating the entire border red.
His cronies were skinned and hung on boundary markers, buyers were buried alive at trading points, and the drivers of the transport lines fell off a cliff with their vehicles - no one was spared, all were uprooted.
And those so-called "military backers" stayed in the barracks from beginning to end, not even daring to say a word of plea.
In the end, he took his most elite private army into the rainforest and his whereabouts remain unknown.
"U Ne Win likes to gamble, so let him gamble one last time."
"Not a single gram of Khun Sa's goods can be kept."
Mo Xiaohan sat in the manor's underground conference room, calmly issuing orders one after another. And with each order, a faction was uprooted.
Within 72 hours, the entire Southeast Asian underground world was forced to re-examine Mo Xiaohan's bottom line.
They had thought him cold-blooded, cruel, and unpredictable, but at least he followed the rules.
But now, they finally understand——
Ruan Xingchen, that's his rule, anyone who breaks it will die.
Mo Xiaohan used the most bloody way to tell everyone that touching Ruan Xingchen would be like touching his life.
The undercurrent that had been stirring suddenly calmed down strangely at this moment. It wasn't surrender, but waiting, waiting for a more deadly opportunity.
At the same time, in a secret club somewhere in Bangkok.
Several big men who had never worked together before sat at the same table for the first time.
"Mo Xiaohan has gone crazy." Zakun of the Mekong River Chamber of Commerce smashed the teacup, and tea stains splashed onto his expensive silk cuffs. "In three days, he took over twelve of our transportation lines!"
"No, he was sober—" Lin Kun, the casino king of the Lin Group, knocked on the table with a gloomy expression, "Sober enough to die for that woman."
"We must join forces." The Malay mercenary, Haji, rubbed his rough thumb against the holster on his waist, his voice tense: "If this continues, we will all die!"
"How can we connect?" Nguyen Van Hung, a Vietnamese gangster, sneered and tapped the table with his fingertips. "Mo Xiaohan's arsenal is larger than the government's, and his private armed forces are more sophisticated than the regular army. What can you use to fight him?"
In silence, Siam Bangsongpa slowly pushed over a document - a file about Ruan Xingchen.
"To confront him head-on is to seek death." He twirled his Buddhist beads, a sinister smile curling up at the corner of his lips. "But what if this woman leaves him on her own initiative?"
These words were like a pebble dropped into stagnant water. The eyes of the people at the table lit up simultaneously, their exchanged glances concealing a tacit understanding. Outside the club, the night breeze blew through the coconut trees, creating a gentle rustling sound that only made the plot inside even more sinister.
Mo Xiaohan stood on the rooftop of the manor, gazing at the city skyline engulfed in darkness. The neon lights in the distance shattered into sparks in his pupils, then froze into ice by the chill in his eyes.
A-Tai stood behind him and handed over the latest intelligence: "They are preparing to form an alliance."
Mo Xiaohan's lips curled slightly, his voice mixed with the wind, but it was frighteningly cold: "Just right."
The more prey there is, the more satisfying the slaughter will be.
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The focus of the first part will be on Ruan Xingchen's PTSD treatment and psychological struggle, and the first part will not elaborate on Mo Xiaohan's dark world.
Those hidden calculations and counterattacks will be left until the later stage - when Ruan Xingchen recovers and transforms strongly, when the broken butterfly grows wings again, that will be the real highlight!
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