Chapter 68: Snake Peeping
——He is a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, determined to extinguish his only light for revenge.
In northern Myanmar, fog shrouds the mountains.
There are no official maps marking this area, and the GPS system fails upon entering. Only specific satellite frequencies can penetrate the fog, echoing with the occasional infrared light in the forest—these are the eyes of surveillance from the dark, silently marking every unauthorized intrusion.
Inside the underground monitoring room, hundreds of screens flashed with images of blood and intrigue, and on the largest screen, an encrypted video was playing:
On a high seas cruise ship, Ruan Xingchen tugged on Mo Xiaohan's tie and kissed him on the lips in full view of the crowd, her eyes sweeping over them provocatively. The blatant possessiveness was palpable even through the screen. And Mo Xiaohan, the cold-blooded and ruthless Southeast Asian tyrant, actually lowered his head in indulgence, allowing her to publicly assert her sovereignty.
"interesting."
A deep and elegant male voice sounded in the shadows, with an accent like that of a British aristocrat, which was out of place in this bloody place.
The man's slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. Half of his face was covered by a silver mask, revealing his sharp jawline and a hint of amusement at the corners of his lips.
The bronze snake-shaped ring on his thumb glowed green in the dim light. It was the supreme symbol of the Naga Organization, the most secretive dark organization in Southeast Asia.
He is the Venerable, the controller behind the Nagas, and the most mysterious venomous snake in northern Myanmar.
"Find out this woman's background." He stood up slowly, his tall figure outlined in his black suit. "I want to know how she was able to pull Mo Xiaohan's reins."
Deep in the Naga dungeon, the stench of decay and blood intertwined in the humid air. The dull sound of iron chains dragging on the ground mixed with faint whimpers, like a dormant giant beast gasping in the darkness.
Nguyen Van Hung was chained to the rack, covered in blood. The former godfather of Vietnam's underworld was now like a stray dog, without even the strength to struggle.
The dungeon door opened, and the Venerable's leather shoes stepped over the pool of blood and stopped in front of him.
"I gave you three years." His voice was soft, even tinged with laughter. "Funds, weapons, intelligence..." He raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertips across Ruan Wenxiong's left eye, where only a bloody hole remained. "What was the result?"
Ruan Wenxiong made a hoarse sound in his throat and begged for mercy intermittently: "Your Excellency... give me another chance... Mo Xiaohan is too cunning..."
"Oh, an opportunity?" The Venerable chuckled, but suddenly grabbed Ruan Wenxiong's throat, "I raise a knife, not a piece of trash."
"Crack."
The sound of broken cervical vertebrae was particularly clear in the dungeon.
The Venerable loosened his hand, took the handkerchief handed to him by his subordinate, and wiped his fingers slowly and methodically.
"Throw the body to the crocodiles." He turned and walked towards the door with an indifferent tone.
Returning to the study, the Venerable took off his mask, revealing a very striking face—
Deep grey-blue eyes, a high nose with Caucasian features, and lips as soft as the moonlight of Southeast Asia, made her look like an aristocrat straight out of a classical oil painting. Yet, within those beautiful eyes, a deep hatred surged.
"Mo Xiaohan..." He murmured the name softly.
That year, when Mo Xiaohan ascended to power by trampling over mountains of corpses and slaughtering hostile forces in Southeast Asia, his parents, sister, and even his infant nephew all perished in the massacre. Far away in Europe, he could only watch the blazing flames of the family estate through a video link.
His eyes swept across the territory of Indochina Peninsula. Mo Xiaohan's influence almost covered the entire vast area.
"You think you won?" The Venerable sneered, "Now, it's your turn to experience the pain of losing your beloved!"
His fingertips repeatedly rubbed the area of Bangkok, as if measuring the distance for a hunt. After a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes, a cold light flashing in them.
"Prepare the plane." The Venerable put on his mask again, and the hatred in his voice was covered by calmness. "Go to Bangkok."
The confidant was stunned: "You want to be...Victor Berg?"
"Of course." He raised the corners of his lips slightly and took out a platinum pocket watch from the drawer. The cover of the watch was engraved with the Berg family's coat of arms.
Victor Berg, 28 years old, is of German-Burmese descent and the heir to the European Berg Pharmaceutical Group.
This was a perfect fake identity that he had carefully cultivated for many years in Europe, and even top intelligence agencies such as MI6, DGSE, and BND could not find any flaws.
"A man like Mo Xiaohan actually allows a woman to stand by his side." He played with his pocket watch, his tone inquiring: "I'd really like to see what's so special about her."
The confidant immediately understood his intention and broke out in a cold sweat: "But what about Mo Xiaohan..."
"Mo Xiaohan?" A sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "When he slaughtered the enemy forces to gain power, he should have thought that some grudges are not unrevenged, but the time has not come yet."
The blood feud is not yet avenged, and the poisonous snake is lying dormant.
And now, he finally got the chance for revenge——
Ruan Xingchen, the woman who can grab the devil's tie.
Get close to her, watch her,
And then... destroy her.
Outside the window, the night in northern Myanmar was as dark as ink, thick fog covered the mountains and forests, and in the distance, the armed camp of the Naga organization was looming in the fog, like a dormant wolf pack.
The Venerable's figure was hidden in the shadows, and only the soft sound of his pocket watch opening and closing echoed in the empty room.
This revenge is about to tear a fatal crack in the seemingly stable power map of the Indochina Peninsula.
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