Chapter 136
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Nightless Palace KTV.
"Love even when you're dead. I won't be happy if I don't show it to the fullest."
Yan Ji walked into the room and waved the waiter away. He then closed the door behind him. The cries and howls in the corridor outside suddenly became quiet.
There were a few empty wine bottles scattered on the coffee table. Cigarette butts and lemon peels were scattered on half of the table. Yang Mei was curled up on the sofa barefooted, with one hand on her forehead. Her hair was loose, and the white mink coat slipped from her snow-white shoulders and spread on the armrest of the sofa.
"How is it?" As soon as the door was closed, she immediately raised her red and swollen eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.
Yan Ji didn't answer. He picked up the half-empty wine bottle, cut a small piece of lemon and stuffed it into the mouth of the bottle. After drinking two mouthfuls, he wiped his mouth and shook his head.
Yang Mei sat up straight and asked, "What do you mean?"
"There's news from Myanmar. The local police of Shan State who surrounded the temple in the Gaede Mountain area were counterattacked and suffered heavy casualties. Jin Jie and the others broke out."
Yang Mei's face turned pale.
"Wu Tun was taken away by the King Of Spades. Jiang Stops is also there."
The private room was dead silent. Yang Mei's lips were trembling slightly. She saw Yan Xuan standing in the middle of the room, drinking the entire bottle of wine in one gulp before gently placing the empty bottle on the tea table.
"Don't drink too much. Don't stay up too late. Eat more." Yan Ji said calmly, "Your body is your own. You have to take good care of it."
"… Aren't you worried?" Yang Mei asked in disbelief, "Brother Jiang is in the drug den. I don't know what he is going through at the moment. He may be exposed at any time. Once he shows a flaw, it may be worse than death … Aren't you worried? Can you still eat and sleep?! Do you know how abnormal and terrifying the King Of Spades is?! He is a born sociopath — "
"I know. But we can't do anything. You have to recognize this fact. "
Yang Mei stared at Yan Ji as if she didn't know him.
"The hardest thing for people is to accept their own incompetence. No matter how anxious we are, how anxious we are, how unable we are to eat or sleep at night, we will not be able to change the current situation at all. There are always some people that you can't help with. Taking care of yourself is the best way to comfort them. "
Tears appeared in Yang Mei's red eyes again. "But, but …"
Yan Ji sighed. He reached across the coffee table and rubbed Yang Mei's messy hair.
"Only by forcing yourself to be in your best condition at all times can you seize the opportunity when it comes. Even if it's just a tiny bit, it could be the opportunity to turn the tables. Do you understand? "
Yang Mei sat there in a daze. Yan Ji smiled and stood up again.
Compared to the first time they met Yang Mei, he had changed a lot. Yang Mei still remembered his handsome and arrogant manner. When he walked, he flicked the Swiss Army knife away, slapped it on the bar top, and arrogantly said, "If I order a Bloody Mary, you will pour a ladle of black dog's blood on me right now." Awe-Inspiring arrogance overflowed from every pore of his body. In the luxurious nightclub, he was like an automatic luminous body wherever he went.
But now the brilliance had settled down. It was deeper, more restrained, and had become a quiet aura hidden in his bones. Only the slight wrinkles that flowed down from the corners of his eyes could vaguely show a trace of emotion.
"I'm going back." Yan Ji nodded and turned to the door.
"… Wait!"
Yan Ji's footsteps paused.
"Brother Jiang … Brother Jiang has been waiting for you." Yang Mei looked at his slender and sturdy back and asked in a choked voice, "You will bring him back, right?"
"Even if he doesn't wait for me, I will bring him back." Yan Ji said lightly, opened the door and walked out of the room.
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In the early morning of the mountain forest, thousands of birds sang together. The morning mist gradually faded halfway up the mountain, and water vapor floated in the green forest at the foot of the mountain. The jeep team at the entrance of the village was connected. More than a dozen henchmen were moving back and forth between the big house and the motorcade. There were knives, guns, ammunition, and boxes of "white goods" as far as the eye could see.
Jiang Stops stood under the shade of a tree with a coat on his shirt shoulder. He saw two bodyguards dragging a deformed guy over. It was Wu Tun.
Wu Tun's khaki robe was full of blood stains. One of his sleeves was empty, and his whole face was black and gray. It was hard to tell whether he was alive or dead. Jiang Stops coldly stared at him from afar. When he got close, suddenly Wu Tun's eyelids rolled up, and the pupils in his eyes rolled out. He stared at Jiang Stops like a ghost.
In an instant, their eyes collided. Jiang Stops lowered his eyes. His eyes were full of indifference.
"# $% #!" The Burmese bodyguard cursed and threw Wu Tun into the back seat.
Jiang Stops turned and walked towards the big house. Before he took a step, he stopped. He didn't know when someone was standing behind him.
It was Aje.
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