Wu Suotun sat in his study, which was filled with weapons, listening to the rattling of guns and the booming of cannons outside.
Besides a few handguns scattered haphazardly on the table, there was also a black panel with numeric keys and a fingerprint sensor.
His subordinate rushed in, shouting, "General, quick, hide! They're about to break in!"
Wu Suotun asked, "How many people have come?"
"Just one," the subordinate replied.
Is there really only one?
Although he had heard reports from the moment the gunshots rang out that a young man carrying a little girl had stormed the camp alone, Wu Suotun was still somewhat surprised.
"Go and invite Duwa over," he said.
"Yes," the subordinate replied and left.
The sounds of gunfire grew increasingly intense, and the faint cawing of Guagua Crow be heard.
A while later, his subordinate came in again. "General, hurry, they're really coming in."
Wu Suotun asked, "Still alone?"
"Yes, yes, still alone."
When is Duwa coming?
"Du... Duwa..." The subordinate hesitated, stammering as he spoke.
"Speak quickly!" Wu Suotun glared at his subordinate with sharp eyes.
" Duwa said you... you'd better pray for yourself." The subordinate said, bowing his head.
Wu Suo's gaunt face twitched twice, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. He quickly pressed a few numbers on the black panel on the table, then pressed his thumb on it to verify his fingerprint.
The panel slowly rose up, revealing a semi-circular sphere with a red button on it.
This is a detonation device. Just press the red button, and the entire building will be razed to the ground in ten minutes.
Wu Suotun originally designed this thing to prevent the government army from attacking. He did not want his business to fall into the hands of the government army, and of course, he did not want it to be taken away by his mortal enemies in the Golden Triangle.
His finger rested on the red button, and the usually ruthless and decisive man trembled slightly. He still didn't know who the lone person who had barged in was.
Interpol? Khmer Rouge? Mercenaries hired by the bigwigs of the Golden Triangle? Old enemies?
He went through each and every one of them, but he still couldn't figure out where such a powerful person could have come from. One person was worth an entire infantry company—this wasn't a legend, this was a myth!
Only someone like Duwa could have such an ability!
Thinking of Duwa, Wu Suotun felt a surge of anger. Over the years, he had spent a lot of money on Duwa, treating her like a goddess, hoping that one day she could help him.
When he was young, he had feelings for Duwa. At that time, he was in his thirties and had just established himself in Masuba. Duwa also looked to be in her thirties, and he was confident that he could win Duwa heart.
Now, more than twenty years have passed, and he is over fifty years old. Although he is still energetic, he has to admit that he is getting old, which is why he has a special fondness for young girls—to compensate for his aging heart. However, Duwa still looks like he is in his thirties, without changing at all.
Wu Suotun jealous of her, and also afraid of her. He knew that in this world, he could offend anyone, but he could not offend Duwa.
If he really is someone like Duwa, then that would be troublesome.
Who could have sent them?
Wu Suotun his brains but couldn't figure out who had the ability to hire such a powerful figure to deal with him.
People like him, when faced with danger, always suspect which enemy is targeting them, but never consider whether they are being punished for doing too many heinous things.
He painfully placed his finger on the red button, a ferocious expression on his face, and pressed it down forcefully.
Then, Wu Suotun walked to the wall and opened the safe, which was filled with gold and US dollars.
"Let's go," Wu Suotun said to his subordinates.
"Aren't you going to take these with you?" The subordinate didn't understand why he opened the safe but didn't take the money.
"I won't take it. Let these things keep that person here."
Wu Suotun was a decisive man; once he made up his mind, he didn't hesitate. He activated the self-destruct device, determined to kill the person outside at all costs.
It exploded here in less than ten minutes!
Even if those idiots outside can't stop him for that long, these gold and dollars will keep him occupied.
Money is the best weapon to kill!
Just then, the gunfire outside stopped, and the whole world fell silent.
So fast?
Wu Suotun somewhat surprised. He hurriedly opened the door to the secret room, preparing to escape through the secret passage.
Suddenly, a Crow swooped out of the secret passage and flew straight at his face.
He was startled, leaned back, and accidentally fell to the ground.
Crow cawed and landed on the windowsill.
"How could there be Crow in the secret passage? What bad luck!" Wu Suotun muttered to himself, and was about to stand up and leave when he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
The rifle in Qingmu's hand sputtered and spat fire, as if venting his anger.
Crow circled above the building, casting huge shadows with their wings. The Sun was nowhere to be seen, and sandstorms swept around the building like an invisible wall of wind erected by a demon.
From the barricades to the main gate, from the main gate into the courtyard, and from the courtyard into the building, Qingmu calmly moved forward.
Without dodging left or right, without leaping forward or backward, he walked along, carrying Yu Meiren in one arm and an AK in the other.
Bullets flew wildly, and trench coats billowed in the wind.
Those who stand in my way will only meet their demise.
On the stairs leading upstairs, Qingmu killed the last guard inside the building, then threw down his gun and said to the Beauty, "You can open your eyes now."
Yu Meiren opened her eyes, turned around and asked, " Qingmu -Yeye, how many poppies did you harvest?"
"Huh? The quantity? I haven't counted them!" Qingmu said, scratching his head.
The Beauty said, "I just picked seventy-eight poppies. Isn't that amazing?"
Qingmu exclaimed, "That's amazing!"
"The poppies are all harvested, can we go home now?"
"There are still a few of the biggest plants that haven't been harvested yet. Can we go home after we finish harvesting them?"
"Hmm, should I close my eyes again?"
"Close your eyes only when I'm cutting."
"Good!"
The clattering footsteps echoed relentlessly, each one striking Wu Suotun's heart like a grenade being lodged in his chest, his heart about to burst.
Although he has refrained from using drugs for many years, dealing with these substances Tiantian inevitably affects his health. Coupled with his decadent lifestyle that he still couldn't control in middle age, his body has long been riddled with hidden dangers. His blood pressure and blood sugar have always been abnormal, and his heart and kidney functions are not very good.
That damn tap-tap sound seems to be bringing out all his ailments.
He struggled to his feet and turned to see a young man enter through the door. The man's hair was disheveled and his clothes were old but clean, untouched by the gunfire outside, as if the sounds of gunfire had nothing to do with him.
He was holding a little girl in his arms, dressed in a white princess dress, with a pretty, rosy face—exactly Wu Suotun's type.
Just as Wu Suotun's men raised their guns, the Crow on the windowsill suddenly took flight. Its originally small body instantly became enormous, its wings stretched outside the house, and its sharp beak, like a black missile, swooped down on him with lightning speed.
He was so frightened that he fired wildly, the bullets piercing through the Crow's body and smashing the chandelier in the room to pieces.
Crow swooped past his body.
His face was pale, his body was trembling, and his pants were soaked.
"Ugh, it stinks!" the Crow exclaimed, returning to the windowsill and covering its beak with its wings.
Qingmu slowly walked over, picked up a pistol from the table in front of Wu Suotun, pointed it at Wu Suotun's incontinent subordinate, and then said to Yu Meiren, "Close your eyes."
"Good!"
Yu Meiren quickly turned her head, leaned on Qingmu's shoulder, closed her eyes, and heard a gunshot. In her mind, another poppy in the sea of flowers had been plucked.
She counted softly. "Seventy-nine."