The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 321

In the Golden Triangle, there is a palace-style building in the center of Myitkyina, the capital of Kachin State. This is one of the palaces of the famous generation of heroes - Basong.

The outside world's expression changed, and the fearful Basong was actually a middle-aged man in his 40s. His appearance was much younger than his actual age. At first glance, he looked like a man in his early thirties.

His appearance is not as vicious as the outside world imagined, but rather elegant, with a thin and long body and soft features, he looks more like a university professor in the city.

But his eyes are sharp, and inadvertently often reveal a ray of power that penetrates people's hearts, making his whole person's aura, like a sharp sword with a sheath, not let go.

At the moment, he was lazily sitting on an old-fashioned seat with a layer of golden silk cushions underneath. It is said that this seat was an ancient artifact handed down from the royal palace of Myanmar hundreds of years ago.

Several subordinates dressed in local ethnic costumes stood in front of him, reporting the recent business situation in a low voice, including this year's harvest in the Golden Triangle area, as well as the shipments of several trade routes.

After listening for a while, Basong waved his hands a little bored, and suddenly asked, "How is Master Chakeyou from Nanyang doing recently? Has anyone caught him?"

"Sir, it seems that he hasn't caught it yet. Yesterday, Mr. Wang's younger brother Suchak sent another request for more support. This time, the enemy is a bit tricky."

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man, wearing a white button-up coat and wearing layers of black headbands on his head.

This person was an old subordinate of Basong, who had been oppressed by him before and was not taken seriously. After his death, he slowly began to replace Wang's former military adviser.

"How did you handle it?" Mr. Bassong slowly picked up a fresh grape from the tea table in front of him, slowly put it in his mouth, and asked casually.

"Sir, I have already sent more people and informed some nearby forces to set up Luka to help intercept it."

The man replied respectfully, even though Mr. Bassong usually doesn't care much about such matters, he still dare not take it lightly, lest he do something wrong and make the master dissatisfied.

For him, Bassong has manipulated the life and death of his family, old and young, and his future. Everything he has is given by Mr. Bassoon, not the master, what is it?

"Does it work?"

Mr. Bassoon beckoned to the maid behind him, and a young girl stepped forward, poured him a glass of red wine, bowed her head, and carefully put the glass into Mr. Bassoon's hand.

"This, it doesn't seem to be very effective. I haven't found the target all the time, as if it disappeared suddenly."

The middle-aged man replied with some puzzlement, in this place in Myanmar, Mr. Basong wanted to find someone, and before he missed it, even the locals who were born and bred could not escape Basong’s palm, let alone two Outlander.

But this time it was so strange, there was no trace of the two targets, and occasionally someone sent a message, and when they looked at the place, the clues were immediately cut off.

Mr. Basong chuckled twice and said: "It would be strange if it is useful, and the master who can destroy the Forbidden Island is so easy to deal with."

"Suchak thought that he had been out for many years and gained some fame in the mercenary world, so he thought he had some strength, hehe, if it wasn't for his brother's sake, I wouldn't do this favor. "

After hearing Mr. Basong's words, the middle-aged man hurriedly nodded and said yes: "Yes, this Su Chak, forgot who hired someone to train him, and also forgot the kindness Mr. What kind of mercenary group is talking about it, it's really ridiculous."

"How can the elite force of Mister's subordinates be understood by someone like him? In my opinion, his mercenary group is nothing compared to your abyssal warriors, Mister."

Since Suchak came back from abroad, his attitude towards Bassong has changed a lot compared to before, and there is always a tendency to want to be equal to Bassong.

Maybe he thought that the mercenary group he was in was already among the top ten in the world, so he didn't have to be as respectful to Basong as before.

But he was wrong, because from the beginning he didn't know Mr. Basong's true strength. Under the siege of tens of thousands of Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms, Basong, who was still able to calm down, had a trump card that no one else could guess. This is why he stood tall in the Golden Triangle. The reason why it has not fallen for many years.

Mr. Basong smiled arrogantly, with a sharp look in his eyes, and said to himself: "One day, we abyss survivors will follow the footsteps of the abyss lord, Moro Holy God, and return to the world .”

When saying the name of the Holy God of Mara, Mr. Bassong stood up and looked down at his feet devoutly.

Several subordinates next to him also followed his movements, clasped their palms together, lowered their heads, their faces were all devout.

After a while, Basong sat down again, his original sharp eyes narrowed to the depths of his pupils, and he asked lightly, "What request does Master Chakeyou have?"

"Not yet. The last few calls were made by Suchak." The middle-aged man replied with a low eyebrow.

"Hmph, the head drop technique learned by the black-robed wizard originally came from our abyss, and they also belong to the lineage of the abyss survivors. I didn't expect that they would even push back on the alliance now."

Mr. Basong snorted dissatisfiedly. From outsiders' perspective, the reason why he assisted Chakeyou and Suchak in arresting Lin Fan was to make up for the trouble he caused Master Mahaji last time, and to In front of himself, the third is to avenge his subordinates.

But the actual situation is far from that. His confidantes all know that Mr. Basong has never been afraid of those black-robed head-subduing masters. Guru Sang Da is only one of his worshippers.

"Sir, news came from the Alliance of Gods today that their young suzerain will come to visit you soon." The middle-aged man suddenly remembered a very important matter, and almost forgot to tell Mr. Basong.

Ba Song frowned slightly, and he muttered to himself: "The Alliance of Gods, what are they doing here? These people seldom contact us on their own initiative."

"Sir, do you want to ask for an alliance with our abyss?"

The middle-aged man reminded me that the Alliance of Gods is an alliance of practitioners. It used to be very famous, but gradually disappeared for unknown reasons.

However, this organization has always been in contact with Bassong over the years. Bassong also intended to form an alliance with the other party before, but it failed in the end.

"Impossible, if it's an alliance, it won't be so rash." Basong shook his head, with some doubts in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)