sbdcsierra We won't be sending Chapter 516!
We won't be sending Chapter 516!
His neck was tightly gripped, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead, yet Khun Sa remained seated upright in his armchair, not even putting down the cigar between his fingers, which emitted wisps of smoke.
His face showed no sign of panic; he was indeed a powerful figure. How could an ordinary person possess such composure?
As for why Zhong Yuemin was here, after dealing with the more than one hundred pursuers last night, he traveled at a rapid pace and arrived near the border in the early morning.
Upon seeing the imposing formation of ten thousand men ahead, he immediately sensed something was wrong:
This completely enraged the drug lord, who then personally came to hunt them down.
Predicting that Zhu Long and his men would be stopped here, he took advantage of the gathering of nearly 10,000 soldiers and the somewhat chaotic situation, and quietly blended in with them by wearing enemy military uniform, waiting for his opportunity.
That's how the "capture the king" drama unfolded.
Khun Sa glanced sideways at his side, his tone surprisingly calm:
"Are you the leader of this team?"
He exhaled a puff of smoke.
"You don't think... you can leave here just by capturing me, do you?"
After saying that, he slowly took another puff of his cigar.
Zhong Yuemin slapped the cigar out of his fingers, showing no mercy. He roughly lifted the man off the armchair and dragged him toward Zhu Long and the others, his movements swift and decisive.
At this critical juncture, why are you still pretending to be calm and collected?
No matter what kind of "emperor" you are, in his eyes you are no different from the soldiers who fell and died last night; you are just another life.
"elder brother!"
"Brother Zhong!"
Zhu Long and Zhou Changli were both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly went to meet them. Ning Wei and Shan Shan, who were hiding in the bushes not far behind, as well as several surviving wounded mercenaries, also quickly came to join them.
Zhong Yuemin pulled Khun Sa in front of him, the gun still pressed against his temple, and shouted:
“Mr. Khun Sa, please have your men prepare a vehicle for us.” His tone was calm, yet every word carried an undeniable pressure. “We are in a hurry.”
Khun Sa was being choked and struggling to breathe, yet he still gritted his teeth and sneered:
Do you think... you can leave?
"No need for you to worry about that." Zhong Yuemin slightly pressed the trigger.
"Hurry up, my patience is limited."
Seeing that the other party still did not move, he suddenly lowered the muzzle of his gun.
"boom!"
A single shot hit Khun Sa in the right foot!
"what……!!!"
A piercing scream shattered the silence of the early morning. Khun Sa was a human, not a god; he was made of flesh and blood. He felt pain and bled when shot. He finally lost his composure. His cigar had long since rolled away. His face was contorted with pain, and he was covered in cold sweat.
He abruptly turned his head, glaring intently at Zhong Yuemin, his eyes filled with venomous hatred, like a blood-soaked knife, as if he wanted to tear him apart alive.
In the Golden Triangle, he was the undisputed emperor; who dared to disobey him? Let alone fire a shot at him!
"You...you f***ing...f***ing..."
Zhong Yuemin ignored his gaze and urged him again, his voice as cold as ice:
"Hurry up, I don't want to say it a third time."
Khun Sa, who had risen to his current position, was no ordinary man. Enduring excruciating pain, he suddenly roared at the dark mass of soldiers before him:
"What the hell are you all standing there for?! Get up here! Kill all these bastards! Kill them all!!"
He's gambling.
He was betting that the other party was just bluffing and wouldn't actually take his life.
"kill……"
"boom--!"
Zhong Yuemin pulled the trigger again, and the second shot rang out.
The bullet grazed Khun Sa's scalp, and the scorching heat even singed a few strands of his hair. If it had been a fraction higher, his brains would have splattered everywhere.
Khun Sa's roar abruptly stopped.
This time, he truly felt that the person behind him was really willing to take his life.
This is not a threat!
Zhong Yuemin was now desperate. His spatial ability was his last trump card; if things truly came to a standstill, he could simply trap everyone inside. Exposure was no excuse; in this life-or-death situation, who cared about anything else!
"Mr. Khun Sa, things shouldn't be done more than three times."
He leaned close to Khun Sa's ear, his voice low and menacing, yet each word pierced his very bones like iron nails.
"I'm saying it one last time: get the car ready and let us go."
"We're just worthless lives, if we die, we die, it's nothing to regret, but you're different."
He paused, his tone even carrying a hint of almost sarcastic "comfort".
"You've worked so hard to build this vast empire, amass a fortune, and are living like an emperor here... Haven't you had enough of life yet? If you die like this, your wealth, women, power, territory... will all go to someone else. Is it worth it to die with us?"
These words struck Khun Sa's deepest fears and desires precisely.
Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes. It's not worth risking one's life for another!
He finally relented, squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"Prepare...the car..."
Soon, a large military green truck drove up.
"Mr. Khun Sa, we'll have to trouble you to give us a ride."
Zhong Yuemin helped him move towards the front of the car.
"Don't worry, I'm also in business, and I value integrity above all else. Once we arrive at the destination, I'll release the person immediately. I will never break my promise."
The group quickly climbed into the back of the truck, and Zhu Long jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine.
The truck slowly started in the dead silence, then accelerated and sped towards the border.
Khun Sa's nearly 10,000 soldiers could only watch helplessly as the trucks kicked up dust and drove further and further away.
With a gun pointed at his head, who would dare to make a move?
A makeshift road had been built near the border. Now that their whereabouts were completely exposed, there was no need to hide in the rainforest anymore. The truck drove directly onto the main road and sped towards the border.
The distance was only three or four miles, and the truck roared to life, arriving in about ten minutes.
On the other side of the border, their own personnel were already waiting in ambush. As soon as the vehicle came to a stop, everyone quickly got out.
Zhou Changli supported the weakened Ning Wei, while several mercenaries escorted the ashen-faced Sha Wang, and they quickly walked towards the other side of the boundary marker.
Zhu Long lagged behind, glancing at Khun Sa, who was still being held captive by Zhong Yuemin, and whispered in his ear:
"Brother, are we really going to just let it go like this? Or..." A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
Zhong Yuemin shook his head slightly.
This tycoon's fate is not for him to change.
In his memory, Khun Sa's power would expand further in the coming years, and his ambitions would grow accordingly. He was no longer content to be merely a "local tyrant" in the Golden Triangle and even dared to dream of establishing an independent regime. This move thoroughly angered the governments of Myanmar and Thailand, leading to a joint military operation by the two countries to suppress him.
Although Khun Sa's army was strong and well-equipped, an individual's armed forces were ultimately no match for the state apparatus.
After several fierce battles, he was finally forced to compromise, surrender, and was subsequently arrested and sentenced by the government. Although he lost his military power in his later years, he was able to spend the rest of his life in his residence in Singapore, which can be considered a peaceful end.
"Mr. Khun Sa, we have arrived."
Zhong Yuemin released his grip, but the muzzle of his gun was still pointed at the other man almost imperceptibly.
"Please drive back yourself; we won't see you off."