"Hahaha... That's right, that's right. With Mr. Lin's abilities, I believe that the Kachin Independence Army is no match for you."
Peng Jiasheng clapped his hands and laughed. He knew about Lin Dong's terrifying combat power, which was astonishing, during the battle in Nancheng.
Therefore, the Kokang king, who was always pragmatic and utilitarian, had already planned out his future relationship with Lin Dong before he arrived:
Try your best to be on good terms with them, and never offend them.
"Commander-in-Chief Peng, you flatter me. I am not a difficult person to get along with. As long as others do not block my way, I generally will not get angry."
"Oh? So the Bai and Wei families are blocking your way, sir?"
"They're blocking the way. Thousands of people are blocking the south city; aren't they just obstructing the road?"
"That's why you personally took action and single-handedly broke through the enemy lines?"
"You can think of it that way too."
Lin Dong remained calm and composed, as if he were talking about something insignificant.
But he didn't know that the brief conversation had already made Peng Jiasheng, who had made the probing remarks, feel quite alarmed.
In the Battle of Nancheng, Lin Dong's final blow blew up thousands of enemy soldiers, regardless of how he did it.
But this unparalleled combat power alone is enough to deter most of the warlords in northern Myanmar.
Because no matter how many people you have or how powerful your weapons are, you simply can't catch him.
The attack on the battlefield at dawn, seemingly casually executed by Lin Dong, was actually full of profound meaning:
First, defeat the Bai-Wei allied forces with overwhelming force and fulfill the promise to end the battle within 5 hours.
Second, demonstrate personal strength to increase bargaining power in negotiations with the Kokang king.
Third, it establishes the authority of the Dragon Gang and serves as a guarantee for its future incorporation and intimidation of various underworld forces in northern Myanmar.
Fourth, stealing... uh, robbing black gold...
That morning, Peng Jiasheng received reports from no fewer than 30 wealthy and famous people in the old street, saying that Lin Dong had bombed the Allied Forces during that period.
Their enormous wealth, which they had hidden very well, disappeared without a trace.
Their treasure trove was either blown up or violently breached, and even the guards were all killed to silence them.
Such a bizarre case occurred within a mere half hour.
Therefore, Peng Jiasheng suspected that the loss of this money might be related to Lin Dong.
That's over 10 billion! Even the Kokang King was envious, but he didn't dare ask directly, so he could only probe again subtly:
“Mr. Lin, during the Battle of Nancheng, something very strange happened in the old street that I can’t figure out.”
Lin Dong raised an eyebrow and asked:
"What is it?"
“In the five districts of the old town, dozens of wealthy people’s secret gold storage sites were robbed overnight.”
"Oh? Was the loss significant?"
"It's quite a large loss; conservatively estimated, it's over 10 billion RMB."
"so much?"
Lin Dong feigned surprise and asked, his divine sense already probing into the [Gate of Space].
In the 100-cubic-meter space, all the grenades and explosives had vanished, replaced by colorful cash.
The cash consisted mainly of US dollars and Chinese kyats, with a very small amount of Burmese kyats.
Lin Dong roughly estimated that the money, converted into Chinese Yuan, would be at least 15 billion.
so much?
Cough cough cough... I hadn't really paid attention to this money after I took it.
......
"Commander-in-Chief Peng, I think that since others dared to do this, we are not afraid of your investigation."
"Because the person who is capable of such a thing is not someone you can easily provoke."
Lin Dong gave a meaningful reminder:
"Your money isn't stolen, is it?"
Peng Jiasheng blushed and answered awkwardly:
"It's not lost."
"Isn't that settled? So you should advise those who lost money that it's just a matter of war in the old town, consider it a loss to ward off disaster."
"Money can be earned back, but what good is all the money if you lose your life?"
Upon hearing this, Peng Jiasheng was both amused and exasperated.
What kind of robber logic is that?
You, Lin Dong, make it sound so nice, but I seriously suspect you're the robber.
But... doubting is useless, there's no evidence.
Besides, even if there is evidence, so what?
Faced with the power of the Dragon Gang and Lin Dong's unfathomable and abnormal abilities, do you still dare to ask for it back to his face?
"Does Commander-in-Chief Peng understand this principle?"
"clear."
Peng Jiasheng smiled and replied, but inwardly he was filled with bitterness.
Lin Dong's way of doing things is truly unpredictable.
At this moment, the door to the private room was pushed open, and several female waitresses filed in carrying dishes; it was time to serve the food.
The meal consisted of eight dishes and a soup, with a beautiful combination of red and green ingredients, and was prepared with great care.
The unique aroma, spiciness, and rich flavor of Hunan cuisine immediately whetted everyone's appetite.
"Everyone, now that all the dishes are served, let's eat and chat."
As the host, Peng Jiasheng first raised his glass:
"Let's toast to our victory in the Battle of Nancheng with this first glass of wine!"
Kun Sheng and Peng Demin, who were seated in the second seat, cheered loudly, tilted their heads back and drank it down as a sign of respect.
Then Lin Dong and Peng Jiasheng clinked glasses and drank their drinks in one gulp.
"Let's celebrate the founding of the Dragon Gang in Northern Myanmar with this second cup."
Peng Jiasheng was very good at handling things, and immediately served a second glass of wine.
The group celebrated their victory once again.
"Commander-in-Chief Peng, how about I offer the third toast?"
Lin Dong picked up the third glass of wine he had just filled, his face beaming.
"Alright, Mr. Lin, please give a toast."
Peng Jiasheng was very curious about what kind of novel toast Lin Dong would give.
"I believe this third toast is a wish that Kokang will soon become the richest place in all of Myanmar!"
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