Arranged marriage, love blossoms; a fiercely devoted soldier dotes on her alone.

"Erbald, take your men to my hotel immediately, then do this and that, and wait for my instructions. Understand?"

Zhu Junjie whispered the instructions into the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone said, "I understand, boss. I'll get it done right away. I guarantee it'll be perfect before you get back to the hotel. Hehe, we're professionals at this kind of thing. Besides, we've done this so many times, when have we ever failed?"

Zhu Junjie cursed in a low voice: "You bald bastard, don't you dare let your guard down. The people you brought this time are all college students, and they are all smart. Especially Qin Huanhuan and Hua Ying, those two women, they are not only highly intelligent but also highly emotional. I have been very careful and cautious all the way here, just in case I startled them and ended up with nothing."

Over the phone, Baldy confidently declared, "Boss, don't worry. If I don't do it right, you can twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot."

"Hey boss, can we brothers have a taste this time? We haven't had a clean woman from China in ages."

A fierce glint flashed in Zhu Junjie's eyes, and he cursed in a low voice, "Fuck your mother, you bald bastard, I'm warning you, don't mess around. This batch is all high-value goods, the top-quality goods that I carefully selected to sell to those high-end gold diggers. And they've all been pre-ordered. If you dare to mess around, I'll castrate you and make you a eunuch so you can never play with women again."

Over the phone, Er Tu Zi shuddered in fright, involuntarily clamping his legs together, as if he could feel a cool, chilly sensation in his crotch...

After finishing his rant, Zhu Junjie paused for a moment, then softened his tone and said soothingly, "You bald guys, if you want to play, wait until another batch of 'pigs' arrives in three days. We'll let you have your fun first before sending them away."

On the other end of the phone, Baldy immediately said happily, "Thanks, boss. I'll take the brothers to the hotel to work right now."

Zhu Junjie reiterated, "This situation is very special. You must be quick and clean, and don't leave any clues that could be discovered."

Er Tuzi: "Boss, don't worry. This hotel is our Black Tiger Gang's territory, and the employees all listen to us."

Zhu Junjie hung up the phone and furtively looked around.

In the darkness of the night, cars sped by on the road, and pedestrians hurried along, paying no attention to him at all.

Zhu Junjie took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, looked up at the starry night sky, and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which then obscured his head.

Zhu Junjie muttered and cursed, "Damn it, these days everyone's getting smarter and smarter. No job is easy to make a living in. If I hadn't come here in person, things might have been really different."

"I really don't want to come to such a miserable country."

After finishing a cigarette,

Zhu Junjie twisted his neck and stretched his arms, then looked around furtively to make sure no one was paying attention to him before turning back to the restaurant to continue drinking and chatting with the beautiful female employees.

Tonight, Zhu Junjie most wanted to get Qin Huanhuan drunk, followed by Hua Ying. He wanted to sleep with Qin Huanhuan, since after tonight, Qin Huanhuan would have nothing to do with him anymore…

What Zhu Junjie didn't know was that his every move, including making the phone call, was being closely monitored.

There's a saying: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

While you're scheming against others, they're scheming against you. Not far from where Zhu Junjie just made the phone call, there's a century-old banyan tree, a common sight in Southeast Asian tropical countries. Its long branches droop down, and a black minivan is hidden in the darkness beneath them…

at this time,

Inside the carriage,

Ms. Xia, who had met Qin Huanhuan twice before, was currently wearing headphones, her beautiful eyes fixed on the car's computer screen...

Every move Zhu Junjie made and every word he said was clearly displayed on the screen…

As Zhu Junjie entered the restaurant's private room, Ms. Xia tapped a few keys on the keyboard with her slender fingers. The next second, the scene inside the room appeared on the computer screen…

Ms. Xia then took off her earphones and handed them to a young and capable woman next to her, saying, "Continue to monitor and notify me immediately if you find anything unusual."

The woman took the earphones, put them on, and said, "It's the section chief."

Ms. Xia looked at the man sitting in the back seat and said, "I overheard Zhu Junjie contacting the other party saying that he would hand over two donors tonight. These two should be Qin Huanhuan and Hua Ying."

"We have also identified the other person who spoke with Zhu Junjie. His name is Yan Wenhu."

The man raised an eyebrow and asked, "Yan Wenhu? Yan Wenlong's younger brother who's involved in organized crime in Thailand?"

Ms. Xia: "Yes, Yan Wenhu is the boss of the Black Tiger Gang in Thailand. He has several thousand underlings, and the Black Tiger Gang is the largest Chinese gang in the Bangkok area. Yan Wenhu has close ties with local government officials and has many desperados under his command."

The man curled his lip in disdain and said, "Just a bunch of rabble who fled after committing crimes in the country. They're not worth mentioning."

Ms. Xia frowned slightly and said, "According to instructions from higher authorities, this time we are going to arrest Yan Wenhu, a fugitive wanted for kidnapping, extortion, and murder. We will either bring him to justice or kill him on the spot. Director Zhang Xiangdong is currently discussing this matter with senior officials of the Bangkok police."

The man smirked and said calmly, "Keeping this kind of scum around is a waste of air. Let him just disappear from the earth."

Ms. Xia laughed and said, "That's your style of doing things. We can't do that. There are still some principles to follow within the system."

The man stared intently out the car window and said coldly, "If I run into Yan Wenhu and Er Tuzi during this operation, I won't have the patience to bring them back to China for trial. I'll just kill them. That's the simplest and most effective way. Including Zhu Junjie, from the moment he stepped out of the country, his life was no longer his own. He can forget about returning home standing up."

Ms. Xia smiled and said, "You soldiers like to do things in a simple, crude, and direct way."

"Are you so angry because of Qin Huanhuan?"

The man nodded without hiding his feelings and said, "Qin Huanhuan is one thing, but Zhu Junjie and his son have done so many heinous things. They have destroyed so many happy families for their own selfish desires, causing so many families to be torn apart and broken apart. Those women who are suffering are suffering because of the Zhu family. Shouldn't the Zhu family receive the most severe punishment? I will never let Zhu Junjie breathe the pure air of our motherland again."

As the man spoke, a thick aura of killing intent suddenly emanated from his knife-like body and spread outwards...

Ms. Xia didn't say anything more, but quietly looked at the man in front of her...

If Qin Huanhuan were here right now.

She would recognize the man as the one she had seen before boarding the plane, a man whose build, height, and even eyes were strikingly similar to Xiao Zhan's.

At this moment, Ms. Xia reached under the seat and pulled out a large camouflage canvas bag. When she opened it, she found it was filled with all sorts of weapons and equipment.

Ms. Xia took out a pistol and several magazines and handed them to the man, saying, "I don't know if you're comfortable using this kind of gun?"

The man took the pistol, expertly pulled back the bolt with both hands, quickly inspected it, and said, "Any firearm in the world is a killing machine in my hands!"

"The colder the gun in your hand, the hotter your original aspiration; the heavier the gun, the more steadfast your belief. For a soldier, whether on the battlefield or in the halls of power, the power of life and death must be in his own hands."

"Taking the mission as the primary principle, being alive means the mission is accomplished; if you die, what is the point of talking about duty?"

"With a gun in hand, I feel at ease!"