Chapter 982: Chapter 982: What Do They Have to Do with Me?

Yun Ling’s mercenaries, they are the forces of the International Club.

At this moment, Yin Zhihong is still standing in place. Seeing Shang Yu hang up the phone, he closes the lid of the wooden box and turns to report truthfully to Xiao Hongdao.

Xiao Hongdao’s brows furrow slightly with impatience, “Since Li Qiao is not coming, then transport Li Guangming over first.”

Transport over…

Only a corpse needs to be transported over.

Bo Tingxiao’s deep gaze turns towards Shang Yu, then he takes out a walkie-talkie and gives a command, “Li Guangming.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, Xiao Hongdao fiddles with the watch dial and quietly instructs, “Duan Shuyuan, Xi Luo, Mo Jue, follow the order, no need to wait.”

Bo Tingxiao glances once more at Shang Yu across the way, speaking into the walkie-talkie, “Proceed.”

“Okay, big brother.”

Apparently, on the other end of the walkie-talkie is Bo Tingsu.

The development of the situation is unexpected.

He Chen’s expression undergoes a subtle change; only at this moment does he realize something is off with Shang Yu, “Shaoyan?”

Shang Yu’s demeanor remains lazy, but his handsome face is unusually stern, “Speak.”

He Chen nudges his cheek and wears an enigmatic expression, “Turn their trick against them?”

“Not really.” The man curls his lips maliciously, his deep eyes devoid of warmth, “What do they have to do with me?”

The expressions of the three brothers change in an instant.

This sounds like something Shang Shaoyan would say. Before he met Li Qiao, he always behaved like this.

But ever since Li Qiao came into his life, he has never shown any side that is violent or unrestrained.

He Chen senses something is wrong, pursing his lips with a very serious expression.

Meanwhile, Yin Zhihong also receives a phone call. After listening to the content, he looks horrified, “Sir, the British Imperial… something happened.”

Xiao Hongdao calmly raises his head and, instead of responding, asks a question, “Has Ming Dailan been found?”

Yin Zhihong tries to maintain composure, shaking his head, “Not yet. Madam has been running around erratically lately, her whereabouts are uncertain.”

“You can’t even catch a lunatic, you’re really useless.” Xiao Hongdao spreads his fingers and massages his temples, “Has Ah Hui’s medical examination report been sent over?”

Yin Zhihong responds anxiously, “It was sent to the British Imperial Headquarters first thing this morning, but there hasn’t been any reply yet.”

“Then just wait.” Xiao Hongdao lowers his hand, resting his arms on the sides of the wheelchair, advising slowly, “The British Imperial official media’s reports are increasingly diluted, just thinking of pinning me down. Why don’t they investigate what kind of heinous things Ming Dailan has done?”

This remark is implicitly suggestive, or perhaps he is deliberately saying it for others to hear.

Yet, Yin Zhihong remains anxious, bending over to whisper a few hurried words into Xiao Hongdao’s ear.

“Really?” Xiao Hongdao speaks word by word, his pupils slightly contracting.

He rarely shows such obvious emotional fluctuations; this might be the first time.

Yin Zhihong is also uneasy, continually nodding and muttering, “It’s true, the cavalry of the British Royal Family has already entered the Ducal Residence and begun investigating.”

Xiao Hongdao slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Soon after, he opens them again, his expression becoming much more intriguing: “I underestimated you all.”

Shang Yu rubs his fingertips, a thin smile on his lips, “Don’t rush.”

Xiao Hongdao’s face becomes grim, the muscle at his cheek twitching savagely but quickly regaining calm.

He reaches out a hand towards Yin Zhihong, who immediately places the mobile phone in his palm.

Xiao Hongdao casually dials a few numbers, then raises the phone to his ear, speaking softly to congratulate, “Second Crown Prince, congratulations.”

This phone call lasts less than a minute. Both Xiao Hongdao and Weston the Second Prince far away in the British Imperial sound unusually relaxed and delighted.

Before long, Xiao Hongdao throws the phone back to Yin Zhihong, tilting his head to glance at Bo Tingxiao, speaking ambiguously, “It’s your turn, just let me see how far you’ll go for a woman.”

Bo Tingxiao leisurely unbuttons his combat jacket, tosses it into Yin Zhihong’s arms after taking it off.

His eyes are dark and unclear. With a slight gesture, all the special operations team members around him prepare for attack.

“Shang Shaoyan, people are not in the military zone. If you leave now, you might still have time.”

Shang Yu presses down his thin lips, his gaze indifferent and haughty. He raises his brows and speaks in a cool voice, “Zuo Tang.”

In an instant, everyone follows his line of sight.

Around the military zone is a primitive forest serving as a natural barrier—a good place to hide someone.

Strangely enough, the military zone is heavily guarded, ordinary people can’t get in.

As Shang Yu’s voice lands, Zuo Tang emerges from the jungle behind the special operations team.

And she is alone.

Shang Yu lowers his gaze, his handsome face growing more cold and arrogant, “She asleep?”

Zuo Tang nods, her tone obscure, “Sorry, Hall Master, Madam has disappeared.”

The man abruptly opens his eyes, the dark ink in his eyes fills with turmoil, gradually covered by a layer of blood red, “Can’t even protect someone, what use are you?”

“Shaoyan, if Li Qiao wants to leave, even you can’t stop her, can’t blame Zuo Tang.”

He Chen speaks in time to soothe, his narrow eyes firmly locked onto Shang Yu.

Afraid that he’ll act impulsively and deal with Zuo Tang on the spot.

Shang Yu’s eyes turn cold instantly, overshadowing them with fierce hostility. He lifts his head and closes his eyes, his voice extremely low, “Quick and decisive.”

Li Qiao ultimately left the hospital.

Black market, border, Myanmar, British Imperial, Parma including Aida State, all messages have been completely blocked against her. Who let slip the information?!

With the man’s command, the atmosphere near the military zone instantly becomes enigmatic and unpredictable.

There’s clearly no commotion, but a layer of death-like dread pervades the air.

Simultaneously, Xiao Hongdao waves a hand while Yin Zhihong launches a signal flare into the sky.

The battle is about to break out.

As the signal flare illuminates the sky, the sound of rotors rises from the northwest side of Liao Mountain’s camp.

Helicopters surround from all directions, cabin doors open, snipers crouching inside.

From the woods behind the military zone, multiple off-road vehicles speed toward them.

Shang Yu and the others seem to be surrounded.

Xiao Hongdao shakes his head in disappointment, slowly standing up, looking across at Shang Yu, “Originally thought you were more perceptive than Shang Zonghai, now it seems, you’re still too young and impulsive.”

“Is that so?” The man is colder and calmer than ever, his eyes as indifferent as water, unwavering.

In the midst of speaking, Bo Tingxiao suddenly darts like a leopard, Zuo Tang swiftly prepares, the two instantly entangle in combat.

And the helicopter overhead arrives at the scene, the whirlwind from the rotors stirs up a storm of dust and stones.

Shang Yu’s hair is tousled as he squints at the night sky. As the helicopter’s turret fires raindrop-like bullets, the four brothers stand firm, watching the dust fly into the air. The man grimly makes a circular gesture towards the sky.

The shooting helicopter unexpectedly faces an instantaneous counterattack…