CHAPTER 981: CHAPTER 981: NIGHT RAID ON THE ENCAMPMENT

Shang Yu’s thin lips brewed a faint smile, indifferent to Xiao Hongdao’s warning. He glanced sideways at Zuo Xuan, who nodded in understanding.

In the open expanse of Liao Mountain military zone, only Xiao Hongdao and Yin Zhihong stood at the forefront of the building.

Opposite them, as Zuo Xuan retreated, only Shang Yu and Liuyun remained.

A confrontation between the two sides, the tense atmosphere was about to erupt.

Elsewhere, the alarm signal from Li Qiao’s watch program intensified continuously.

Shang Yu’s physical indicators fluctuated significantly. Whether it was his heartbeat or other indices, they all pointed to one possibility: his bipolar disorder had flared up.

Li Qiao held the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at her phone screen sideways, deliberated repeatedly, and still made a call to Su Moshi, speaking concisely, "Position."

"Just entered Oukan Road, about to enter Liao Mountain." Su Moshi didn’t waste words, his voice exceptionally calm.

Li Qiao turned the steering wheel, lifted her gaze to look at the night outside the car window, "Do you have any tranquilizers in the car?"

"Yes, tranquilizers and anesthetics, I brought some emergency medicines."

Li Qiao pursed her lips, "Be careful, there are armed forces in Liao Mountain, wait for Third Brother before going in."

Su Moshi responded lightly, "Don’t worry, waiting for you to come over."

Hanging up the phone, Li Qiao stepped on the gas, driving straight towards the suburbs of Naypyidaw City.

...

That night, various forces moved frequently. Thirty yachts sailed overnight from Wenxi Island, the closest to Myanmar, and vehicles continuously drove out of the border slum kiln.

Naypyidaw Capital Airport had just seen off many politicians, only to welcome multiple civil and private planes that night.

At eight p.m., several helicopters hovered above the airport. Due to traffic jams on the expressway, vehicles couldn’t move, and flying tools were the only way to the city.

At eight twenty, three helicopters took off from the airport, temporarily stopping at the top of a commercial building midway, then headed towards Liao Mountain.

Meanwhile, near the military zone, several cars parked behind Shang Yu.

The car doors opened, and He Chen, Zong Zhan, Jin Rong, and others stepped out one after another.

He Chen walked ahead, sauntered to Shang Yu’s side, glanced at the man’s profile, and spoke in a deep, playful tone, "No one at the school and Li Family can be reached, neither can Xi Luo."

Shang Yu looked coldly indifferent, gazing at the opposite side, his thin lips slightly raised with a hint of bloodthirsty menace.

At this moment, Jin Rong stood by the trunk, beckoning to Liuyun, then pulled out a few... recliner chairs from inside.

Half a minute later, the four brothers crossed their legs, sitting on the recliner chairs smoking, with Liuyun standing behind as a lone backdrop.

What seemed like a tense and explosive situation now carried a bit of leisurely ease.

He Chen, with a cigarette end in his mouth, mumbled with a smoky voice, "This old guy’s feint is not bad, I suppose even Xi Luo is caught off guard."

Zong Zhan glanced at He Chen, his eyes slightly dark.

Jin Rong, wearing a floral beach shirt, his messy hair flying diagonally in front of his eyes, said, "Did Qi Qi find out?"

He Chen licked his molars, his narrow eyes flashing with different colors, "If you don’t want your Qi Qi to be in danger, you’d better not tell her."

"Is it that serious?" Jin Rong, out of his relentless doting for Li Qiao, felt that his goddaughter could never be controlled by others.

Zong Zhan pursed his lips, his voice deep, "You have no parents, so naturally, you have no worries."

Jin Rong gave him a cold sidelong glance, feeling discriminated against.

At this moment, Xiao Hongdao calmly glanced at the four brothers, shook his head slightly, then gazed at Yin Zhihong, "Go check on Xiaoyan."

Yin Zhihong nodded, turned around, and walked into the house.

As time ticked away, Xiao Hongdao glanced at his watch, "How long do you all plan to sit here?"

"We’ll leave when it’s time, can’t Old Mr. Xiao wait?" He Chen crossed his legs, his handsome face teasing.

Xiao Hongdao slowly relaxed his brows, stroked the watch dial with his fingers, "Shang Shaoyan, since you refuse to deliver Li Qiao, there’s no need to wait any longer."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Hongdao lifted his chin towards the dark distance, "Did you bring the stuff?"

Out of the shadows, a figure slowly emerged, prominently dressed in a Special Execution Team military uniform, steadily approaching.

To everyone’s surprise, someone quietly uttered the identity of the newcomer: "Bo Tingxiao..."

Shang Yu lazily opened his eyelids, glanced askance at Bo Tingxiao, appearing casual yet exuding an invisible, piercing aura.

Bo Tingxiao held a small brown box, walked to Xiao Hongdao, and handed it over.

Just then, Yin Zhihong returned, bowed and whispered at the door, "Sir, everything is normal."

Xiao Hongdao glanced at the brown box, nodded towards the opposite side, "Old Yin, show it to them."

Yin Zhihong nodded, quickly carried the palm-sized box to Shang Yu, opened it with a reverse hand, and was immediately struck by an eerie yet familiar scent of perfume inside.

Inside lay a small finger, easily discernible by the width of the joints and skin texture as a man’s little finger.

The base of the finger was bleeding profusely, mingling with the scent of perfume in the wooden box, making it exceptionally gruesome.

Zong Zhan’s nostrils twitched, his gaze fixed on the severed finger, his expression cold and unreadable.

Xiao Hongdao called out softly, "Old Yin."

Yin Zhihong nodded and explained, "This is Mr. Li Guangming’s finger. If Li Qiao doesn’t show up within an hour, the next delivery will be his entire arm."

The four brothers remained silent, Shang Yu stared indifferently at the wooden box, leaning back against the recliner, his fingers tapping his temple.

As the man remained silent, Yin Zhihong pursed his lips, about to speak again, when suddenly an air raid alarm went off in the northwest side of the military zone.

Xiao Hongdao squinted instantly, exchanged looks with Bo Tingxiao, and in a blink, several Special Execution Team members emerged around the military zone.

Each of their special tactics uniforms bore the Lion and Tiger Mark, a significant military force of the Myanmar Military, the Special Execution Team.

Their purpose seemingly was to protect Xiao Hongdao.

He Chen’s gaze, filled with concealed worry, fell on Shang Yu. Matters involving Li Qiao and the Li family member concerned him that Shaoyan might suffer a flare-up because of it.

He was never susceptible to threats, but the opposite party was his cherished Li Qiao, which made it a different story.

He Chen lowered his head in contemplation, taking advantage of adjusting his pant legs, quietly asked Zong Zhan, "Is the northwest area Liao Mountain Military Base’s training camp?"

Zong Zhan gave a faint ’Mm’, "It’s also Bai Mingyin’s military base station."

He Chen knowingly raised the corners of his mouth, coldly sneering, "Of all the people to provoke, they had to choose Shaoyan."

Zong Zhan returned with silence, but his gaze lingered on the severed finger, seemingly lost in thought.

The air raid alarm lasted half a minute, and the moment the sound faded, Shang Yu’s phone rang in his pocket.

He pulled out his phone, pressed speaker, "Head, a team of mercenaries night-raided the Commander’s military base, led by Yun Ling."

"Hmm." The man lazily lowered his gaze, thin lips slightly curved, "Well done."