"Yuanchun is dead!"
Mu Yandi was Mu Yuanchun’s aunt, barely in her thirties. Due to the small age gap between them, they shared a great relationship.
Today, she was dressed in an off-white blouse with a silk bow at the collar, paired with a black straight long skirt, combining a casual and professional style.
In her thirties, she was in her pri.
Her skin was smooth and resilient, her figure alluring and graceful, showing no signs of being a mother of two.
At this mont, Mu Yandi’s hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hands, silver teeth clenched, face contorted in anger:
"Third Brother, your son is dead!"
"Aren’t you going to react at all?"
"What do you want to do?" Mu San sat expressionlessly in his seat, suddenly startled and shouting wildly:
"The person is already dead, what more do you want from ?"
"Revenge!"
Mu Yandi’s eyes widened, gritting her teeth, she said:
"Whoever killed Yuanchun, we’ll ensure his entire family accompanies him to the grave. Let this opportunity serve as a ssage to those in the Capital City that the Mu Family is not to be trifled with."
"Enough!"
Eldest brother Mu Shichong’s voice darkened:
"Say less."
"Why?" Mu Yandi slamd her hand on the table as she stood up:
"Brother, since when did you beco so cowardly?"
"Our Mu Family’s foundation in Myanmar was established by you alongside the old man. Back then, didn’t you kill enough in several districts in Myanmar?"
"You don’t understand." Mu Shichong shook his head:
"Myanmar is different from our country. We’ve long been watched by certain people. If we overstep, there’s a fear... In any case, caution is necessary."
The Mu Family’s success to this day relied heavily on the power cultivated in Myanmar.
But such powers are not permitted dostically.
The Mu Family has been repeatedly warned by successive Western Continent directors, to ensure their dostic operations only slightly edge on legality, without going too far.
Xia Country,
does not allow private ard forces.
Becoming a hidden tyrant in the Western Continent is the limit, further advancent would an an abyss. Now the Mu Family is pursuing further political influence.
Only this way can they support a larger enterprise.
"That’s right."
Mu San nodded:
"In this regard, Yuanchun understood better than you as his aunt, but..."
His eyes chilled, speaking coldly:
"Killing my son, there is no way this matter will just pass. I must see for myself who exactly this Fang is!"
"Big Brother!"
"First, send a few people to fetch Mu Yu. She has soone close to Fang Zheng in her hands; there are ways to deal with them in Myanmar."
"Hmm." Mu Shichong slowly nodded.
"I’ll call soone."
Mu Yandi’s captivating eyes shifted, she said:
"I know who is suitable to go."
"Then let you arrange it." Mu Shichong waved his hand indifferently:
"Refrain from acting rashly for now, understand the situation first. Soone capable of eliminating those around Yuanchun is no ordinary person."
"I know."
Mu Yandi’s lips curved slightly:
"Rest assured and wait."
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A black sedan was speeding along the highway.
Fang Zheng sat in the back seat, leaning against the comfortable seatback, playing with a piece of talisman paper in one hand, eyes contemplative.
"Boss."
Zhang Yong glanced at the sign ahead, saying:
"We’re about to leave Qu City."
"Hmm."
Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows:
"Go faster."
"..." Zhang Yong looked down at the screen indicating their speed, his face slightly pale, then his eyes focused:
"Alright!"
This ti the boss didn’t bring Tian Liang along, instead choosing him, no matter what, he must perform well and not disappoint the boss.
Opportunity,
Once missed, may never co again.
"Vroom..."
The accelerator was pressed to the floor, the sedan surged forward at an astonishing speed, overtaking several vehicles also traveling on the highway.
Of course,
inevitably, soone cursed them as maniacs.
"Going so fast, are you rushing to die?"
"Are you tired of living?"
"..."
Zhang Yong was not an excellent race car driver; when the vehicle reached a certain speed, his own nerves began to get rattled.
He glanced at the rear-view mirror.
Fang Zheng’s expression hadn’t changed at all, even showing slight impatience.
Damn!
Risk it!
With all his might, he floored the accelerator, the engine roared wildly, the speed skyrocketing, surging straight ahead.
From a distance,
the calm highway seed to produce a runaway beast, rampaging past, weaving through the vehicles.
Occasionally, it created thrilling and exciting scenes.
At the mont,
Zhang Yong didn’t care to observe Fang Zheng, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, eyes fixed straight on the road ahead, occasionally turning the steering wheel.
He felt that, after this experience, his driving skills would surely improve significantly.
Ti,
slowly elapsed.
The speed gradually decreased.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng raised his head, his voice displeased.
"Boss."
Zhang Yong quickly said:
"It’s not that I’m driving slowly; there’s a traffic jam ahead."
Up ahead, three luxury cars with Hai Province plates were driving side by side, their speed neither fast nor slow, but just enough to block the road.
Fang Zheng wasn’t interested in cars, but he recognized the car logos of these three vehicles.
Just the logos alone,
were beyond what an ordinary person could afford.
The three cars in front were not just luxury cars but luxury brands within luxury cars. The cheapest might cost hundreds of thousands of Xia Yuan.
The expensive ones,
were even more extravagant.
Vehicles of such caliber, having such number plates was not very eye-catching, but enough to showcase capability.
Hai Province is Xia Country’s most prosperous economic area. Securing a premium number plate there is a testant to one’s power.
"What are they doing?"
Following them for a while, seeing the three cars continue to travel side by side as if deliberately blocking the following cars, Fang Zheng’s face turned colder:
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