Chapter 158 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 56

“It will still take some time. I’ve prepared afternoon tea. This way, please, Mr. Meng,” Jinsili gestured.

Meng Ying nodded with a smile, and the two walked into a temporarily erected tent to wait. Knowing the deal was secure, he was all smiles and began to chat idly with Jinsili. Time ticked by, minute by minute.

Outside the tent, the soldiers were fervently moving the gold. At the end of the truck line, estimating that the time was right, Jingmo’s man, who had been standing by a truck, suddenly made his move.

Boom—

The explosion roared. It all happened in an instant, too fast for anyone to react.

“Damn it, you’re playing me!” Jinsili’s face twisted with rage in an instant, and the two sides immediately erupted into a chaotic firefight.

What the hell is going on? Did the rebels start it, or did my side? If it was my side, who wants to harm me? Meng Ying’s heart pounded wildly. He couldn’t figure out who the mastermind was. This trip, only a few of his trusted subordinates had accompanied him; the rest were Ai Jing’s men. Ai Jing had no reason to sabotage this deal. The only explanation was that there was a traitor among his men.

“Son of a bitch…” Meng Ying cursed, but it was too late for regrets.

His side was outnumbered. If he didn’t run now, he wouldn’t get away. Without any hesitation, he ordered his subordinates to cover him while he fled the warzone as fast as he could.

A few kilometers away, Jingmo and the others heard the explosion and quickened their pace. “North, twelve o’clock! That son of a bitch Meng Ying is trying to escape!” Cheng Meng’s anxious voice crackled through the earpiece.

“Escape? Does he think he can…” A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Jingmo’s lips. He signaled for his subordinates to continue forward while he quickly changed direction, heading off in pursuit of Meng Ying.

After all his years of navigating treacherous paths, this was by far Meng Ying’s most desperate moment. He even had a premonition that he might not make it back alive. Due to blood loss and pain, Meng Ying’s face was deathly pale. His eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness as he gasped for breath, staring intently at the bushes.

Another rustling sound came, and the person who had been chasing him for so long finally revealed their true face.

“It’s you!?” Meng Ying’s pupils trembled as he cried out in shock.

“Surprised?” Jingmo tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile.

How could he… Meng Ying’s eyes were filled with disbelief. He couldn’t understand how he knew about this deal, let alone how he had set up an ambush here. It was only then that he belatedly realized the truth. This kid had been playing the fool all along. It was likely that from the moment they found him on the brink of death in the Han Sea, they had already fallen into his trap.

Damn it. He never should have listened to A Yan and brought him back.

“Targeting you was just a side job. The one the World Government is after is Ai Jing. I’m just an errand boy,” Jingmo said with a brilliant smile, revealing the answer.

“You’re the boss of Black!” Meng Ying’s face turned ashen as he voiced his guess.

They had found him near death in the Han Sea. After being rescued, he had claimed to have been doing odd jobs there since he came of age. His boss had gotten into a conflict with Black over profits. Gu Qiyan, moved by his resemblance to Si Shuangyu and hoping to find out his whereabouts, had kept him. Meng Ying, on the other hand, had valued his combat prowess—the ability to kill a hundred men single-handedly—and agreed to let him stay. Thinking back now, they had been nurturing a tiger that would eventually devour them.

“Correct, but unfortunately, there’s no prize,” Jingmo shrugged, his tone and expression filled with mock regret.

“I’m willing to be a witness, as long as you spare my life!” The winner becomes king, the loser a bandit. A wise man submits to the circumstances. Meng Ying immediately switched sides. Against the World Government, his chances of winning were zero. He didn’t want to die.

Jingmo hadn’t killed him immediately, which meant he was still useful. He wouldn’t pass up this chance to save his own life.

“I admire your intelligence. A pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Meng.” Jingmo raised an eyebrow and flashed a brilliant smile, bending down and extending a hand to him.

Certain that he would live, Meng Ying let out a huge sigh of relief and weakly raised his hand to shake his.