After seeing Du Yu off, Ye Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ever since he knew that Du Yan had left the Golden Triangle, Du Yu had become a time bomb in his heart.
If Mu Jiaqi learns about the relationship between Du Yan and Du Yu and uses this relationship to make a fuss, it may bring fatal danger to the special forces team.
It seems nonsense, but it is fact.
Although the special team headed by Peng Fei came to northern Myanmar for adventure just for money, after all, they are the sons of their parents, the husbands of their wives, and even the fathers of their children.
After the sacrifice, although the Red Star Group will pay a large amount of compensation, it will make a family lose hope.
Therefore, if there is no need to take risks, you must choose to avoid them in advance.
Ye Qing picked up the kettle on the coffee table and started boiling water for tea. He was also thinking about the possibility of Du Yan and Mu Jiaqi colluding.
The existence of Du Yan and his subordinates is a time bomb for the Mu family of Yun Province and the Mu family of Golden Triangle.
Therefore, neither Mu Jiajun nor Mu Jiaqi had any reason to let him live.
Unless he has betrayed his faith.
This is the real reason why Ye Qing asked 98 and 101 to investigate the Du family in Jinmen.
Likewise, if Du Yan really betrays his beliefs, this is also a warning.
I will definitely make up for the losses I suffered in northern Myanmar from the Du family in Jinmen. Therefore, you must think clearly when you murder your compatriots.
Mogok Mining Area, an extremely hidden natural village.
The pine torches were blown by the night wind.
Ma Weisu used a spoon in hand to stew a large pot of venison, exuding an extremely rich meaty aroma.
Sitting on the side of the stilted building, the skinny Du Yan, Wang Bing and Zhao Guo smelled the aroma of meat and swallowed instinctively.
The most vicious punishment in the world is not being imprisoned in a water prison, but being hungry and smelling the smell of meat, but not being able to eat it.
Hunger can make the most chaste martyr sell her body.
It can also transform a docile lamb into a ferocious beast.
Fortunately, Ma Wei did not threaten them with hunger, but gave everyone a bowl of meat porridge.
Du Yan held the wooden bowl, smelling the aroma that made people hungrier, and stared at a pair of eyes that looked extra big because of your thinness: "What on earth are you going to do?"
Ma Wei smiled brightly, blooming like a flower: "I thought you would say that you can kill or shave at will. If I frown, I am not a hero."
Du Yan smiled bitterly: "When I was first caught, I thought about dying, but unfortunately, as time went by and the more torture I suffered, I no longer wanted to die."
Ma Wei filled another bowl of venison, held it in both hands and gave it to the people around her: "Ancestor, you should also try it to see if the venison I cooked is delicious."
Ma Yong took the wooden bowl and said, "Although you did not poison the venison, they have been hungry for too long. If they rashly eat this bowl of venison, which is so powerful, their stomachs will definitely not be able to bear it."
"Ah!" Ma Wei patted her smooth forehead: "Why didn't I think of this level?"
Ma Yong picked up a piece of venison and started to bite into it. The way he was eating it didn't look like an old man in his 60s or 70s.
Ma Wei looked at him: "Ancestor, tell me what I should do."
"Take out all the meat and bring it to me. Use the broth to cook rice and make it into porridge so that they can eat it." Ma Yong is a master. Another synonym for a master is a rice bucket. Every meal is meat-free and delicious. It was a lot, four or five kilograms of venison was eaten in no time, and there was no sign of fullness at all.
"Ancestor, help me keep an eye on the three of them while I go get the rice." Ma Wei Yingying stood up, turned around and went downstairs.
Raindrops pattered on the wooden roof, but Ma Yong's ears were always listening to the door. Ma Wei stood quietly at the door for a while before turning around and going downstairs.
Wang Bing saw that Ma Yong was eating delicious food, and his stomach growled unsatisfactoryly; "You are so old, and you are still doing this kind of thing."
Ma Yong swallowed a piece of venison, picked up the tea next to him and took a sip: "I am so old, what do I do?"
Wang Bing gritted his teeth: "Don't you know what they do?"
Ma Yong looked at him with a smile: "There is no law in northern Myanmar, and the so-called right and wrong, good and evil, must be compromised for survival. You are also people who came out of the Golden Triangle, don't you know what kind of life they live.
It is said that northern Myanmar is a land of abundance where a bamboo forest can grow from a chopstick. But can rice be grown in the mountains, rivers and hills of the Golden Triangle?
How to transport some cash crops? It depends on people and horses. How much can a large bundle of sugar cane be sold for? And the war in the Golden Triangle has never stopped.
War not only costs people dead, but also costs money, especially bullets, which are very expensive. After a battle, millions or tens of millions are just gone. "
He paused for a moment: "And that girl just now is the current big pot head of the northern Burmese caravan. Our caravan goes out to the barbarians and earns money from licking blood with the blade of a knife.
Every time he goes out, he won't kill a few bandits and bandits, and he won't kill a few brothers. You want to eat meat in peace, and we want to eat it too, but we really can't eat the meat of this peaceful age. "
Du Yan frowned: "Caravans in northern Myanmar, are the caravans still divided into domestic and northern Myanmar?"
Ma Yong sighed: "There is only one caravan in the world, and northern Myanmar is just a share of the pot. However, ever since a Kyoto prince came to Yun Province to make trouble, the domestic caravans have been banned.
As for those of us, the caravan disciples who have trafficked contraband and carried human lives on our backs, we no longer dare to return to our country. We can only eat and wait to die in a land of tigers and wolves like northern Myanmar. "
Du Yan's eyes flashed: "Prince of Kyoto, who is it that dares to go to Yun Province to cause trouble?"
"I heard that the surname is Ye, and what Jiangmen Xiaoliu is, I really don't know where the mad dragon comes from." Ma Yong shook his head, straightened his ears and heard light footsteps coming up the wooden stairs: "But this is in northern Myanmar. , is the territory of the second young master of the Mu family and the second young lady of the Ma family. The second young lady is polite and corporal, and cooks the meat with her own hands. Although I have to ask for something, it is still a kind act to let you live."
Just as Wang Bing was about to speak, he saw Zhao Guo's cold eyes sweeping over him, and he quickly swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
Zhao Guo frowned. Next to each Long Ya, there was a person who was an internal guard to protect him. And he is Du Yan's inner guard.
Xiaoliu of the Ye family is actually not well-known in the Kyoto prince circle. Because he is young and entered society late, many older brothers have a generation gap with him.
But in the inner defense, Xiaoliu of the Ye family has the same reputation for a while.
Neiwei majors in inch boxing, which is a boxing technique that requires no tricks and relies solely on hard training.
However, it was this young Xiaoliu of the Ye family who had mastered the inch fist to the point where he could turn rocks into powder. A few years ago, he became the Wu Kui in the internal defense competition, outperforming the others.
However, something happened later and he was removed from the inner guard.
