The next day, at noon, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was gentle. It was a rare good weather.

Queen Triss of Pattaya is in the study of her seaside mansion, concentrating on the recent financial statements.

Recently, all industries in Pattaya are prosperous and prosperous, and the financial report data is very beautiful and red, which is pleasing to the eye.

Recently, the hotel jointly planned by Moran and Huo Xian has not yet been completed, but the residential complex has been capped and the first batch of finely decorated rooms have been repaired and officially launched for sale.

This most high-end community in Bangkok is named City of Angels by Moran himself.

Except for the four high-rise sea-view elevator apartments, the rest are all low-rise garden-style houses with a superior location, adjacent to Pattaya's busiest bar pedestrian street and close to the seaside.

This community is quiet in the middle of the bustle, with a quiet environment. The decoration style is fashionable, simple and elegant. It is fully decorated and delivered. It has water, electricity, gas, floors, water, and furniture. You can move in right away.

This cross-generation, dimensionality-reducing strike-like existence once launched on the market, although the price is high, the sales scene is still extremely hot.

When rich people buy a house, they never care about the price, but more about face, circle, and other additional social values.

The Chinatown forces headed by Kui Ye, the Japanese trio, the local shop owners in Pattaya, the rich in Bangkok, and even the ladies of the US military base.

Like crazy people, they all took the lead and enthusiastically subscribed for houses in the City of Angels. The supply exceeded the demand. Even the first batch of houses, as a last resort, adopted the unprecedented lottery subscription rule.

According to Moran's estimate, if all the boutique residential projects in City of Angels are sold out, the profit will exceed 20 million US dollars, and the resort hotel on the beach is equivalent to nothing.

"Tsk, tsk, this kind of business that guarantees a profit without losing any money is not very pleasant to do! Did I go too far towards that stinky and heartless ghost Du Weiguo before?"

Moran put down the financial report, twisted his neck, stretched his waist refreshed, and murmured to himself like a groan.

At this moment, Moran's eyes suddenly tightened, his whole body froze, and he stopped abruptly. The next second, he suddenly reached out and reached for the drawer of the desk.

Moran was born in a top secret service, and she was not a vegetarian. She was extremely skilled and had sharp marksmanship. There were many weapons hidden in her villa.

For example, there is a German-made HKVP70 automatic pistol hidden in her desk drawer. This pistol is not well-known, but it has great skills.

The magazine is equipped with 18 bullets. It has a super fast rate of fire, fierce firepower, and small recoil. It is a serious rapid-fire pistol. Within a range of 20 meters, it is comparable to a submachine gun.

Just as Moran's hand was about to touch the drawer handle, a sharp black light shot out, as fast as lightning, and flew towards her chest.

Mo Lan had no choice but to retreat sideways in his haste. He dodged the black light without a moment's notice. He had just stood firm and had no time to react when Du Weiguo had already bullied him in front of him.

Du Weiguo adopted the domineering middle-class position of the boss, forcing Mo Lan against the wall, with an evil look in his eyes, he stretched out his fingers to pick up her smooth and delicate chin, and teased in a teasing tone:

"I asked, Queen Moran, have you been pampering yourself for too long recently? There is flesh between your buttocks, and your eyesight and movements have slowed down.

Based on your previous skills, you should be able to distinguish the cigarette butt just now and knock it away easily."

Although Du Weiguo was joking, it was completely pointless. The source of the black light just now was just the cigarette butt he popped up casually.

You know, the reaction and combat power Moran showed in Forty-Nine City and Hong Kong Island were much better than Reina and Natasha, and he has basically touched the ceiling of human combat power.

Even Reina was able to knock away the knife thrown by Du Weiguo, but now Moran couldn't distinguish it and shot down the cigarette butt. It's a bit unreasonable, so that's why he said this.

Du Weiguo's grandson, he has forgotten that it was more than a year ago when Reina hit him with the flying knife.

Since leaving the country, there have been bloody battles and killings, and his attributes have skyrocketed. Now, even if Reina is exhausted, she can't even hope to hit the flying knife he projects.

Mo Lan was a little embarrassed, his eyebrows were raised, he slapped his hand away angrily, straightened his majestic chest, his eyes were filled with cold light, and he said with hatred:

"Du Weiguo, do you think I'm fat now?"

Every woman, no matter what position she holds, will always be extremely sensitive to her figure and full of a sense of crisis. Even the majestic Queen Moran of Pattaya is not immune to this.

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, put his arms around her slender waist without a trace of fat, and praised her without hesitation:

"Of course not. If you gain one point, you will be fat, and if you lose one point, you will be thin. The powder is too white, and the red is too red. Your eyebrows are like green feathers, your muscles are like white snow, your waist is like a bunch of silk, and your teeth are like shells. When you smile, you smile.

The beautiful city of the country~~"

"Okay, Du Weiguo, what are you showing off with your glib talk? Don't think that I don't know that this is Song Yu's lustful gift.

Tell me, didn’t you go to the Triangle to discuss business with Kuncha? What on earth do you want to do after such a back-and-forth?”

Moran pretended not to be angry and interrupted him, with a cold tone, but the smile and joy in his eyes could not be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips lazily:

"Hey, don't I want to personally test the security situation here? I have many enemies. Your stalls are big and the trees are big and attract the wind, so I feel a little worried."

Upon hearing this, Moran's eyes were full of joy, but he snorted coldly, his tone a bit arrogant:

"Tch, even if you still have some conscience, you don't need to worry about me here. It's heavily guarded, tight on the outside and loose on the inside. It's impossible for ordinary people to come over silently.

Even you, if Mo Li hadn't known you and had the green light all the way, you would never have thought of walking into my house silently in this clear day."

"Ha~"

Du Weiguo sneered and said in a teasing tone: "Mo Lan, do you think I was let in by Mo Li?"

Mo Lan was stunned, his eyes flickered, and his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled: "Du Weiguo, what do you mean by this?"

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and said in a somewhat reserved tone:

"Molan, you know that I am not an ordinary person, and there are also some weird guys in this world who have abilities far beyond ordinary people and become espers.

The beast you met before is not the only one with his abilities. You have to be very alert, be careful, and never take it lightly."

Mo Lan frowned and her expression became solemn. She had indeed come into contact with superpowers. The beast Du Weiguo talked about was Lilong, the leader of the Eight Hundred Dragons, and her childhood nightmare.

According to Du Weiguo's current level, he will inevitably come into contact with these special existences in the dark world, and even fight against each other. Facing these people, ordinary people, no matter how powerful they are, are just lambs to be slaughtered.

Molan was well-informed and had exquisite skills. In a flash of thought, he figured out the key points and asked in a deep voice:

"Du Weiguo, have you provoked such a strange organization recently?"

Du Weiguo shook his head, pondered for a moment, and nodded again:

"It can only be said that there are such potential enemies, but there should be no direct conflict yet. Moran, our stall in Pattaya is a bit too big.

And the power you have now is too weak, and it is very easy for someone to take notice of you and be destroyed."

Mo Lan's reaction was extremely quick. In the blink of an eye, she thought that Du Weiguo was going to add powerful bodyguards to her.

When he thought of this, Molan's eyes flashed, and his beautiful fox eyes were slightly raised, shining like stars, and captivating the soul.

She snuggled her whole body softly into Du Weiguo's arms, nuzzled her gently, and put her voice plaintively close to his ear, sobbing like she was complaining:

"Shopkeeper, what should we do? Pattaya is our family's inheritance, and I am also yours. You won't let it go, right?"

As the so-called Gentle Village, the Tomb of Heroes, Mo Lan's saucy manipulation of tea talk made Du Weiguo's scalp numb, his lust and soul were infused, and half of his body became weak.

Subconsciously swallowing a sip of saliva, I barely suppressed my thoughts:

"Well, the two helpers I brought this time are not ordinary people. Huo Wei is a sharpshooter whose shooting skills are not inferior to mine, and Joseph, this kid's ability is even better than Lilong."

"real!"

Moran's eyes were bright, his face was a little red from the surprise, and his tone was extremely excited:

"A super shooter, a person with mind control abilities, the shopkeeper, then they will all be at my disposal in the future?"

Du Weiguo smiled and put his arms around her shoulders, giving her a kiss on the cheek:

"Of course, they will help Mr. Kui eliminate all the brokers in Siam in the near future. After that, they will meet you in Pattaya."

"Um?"

Moran frowned, his eyes widened, and his tone was so surprised that he stuttered:

"Qing, annihilate all the brokers in Siam? Du Weiguo, you, do you want to monopolize all the business in Kun Tsai?"

Among all the people under Du Weiguo's command, Mo Lan had the fastest reaction and the smartest brain. He got his plan in an instant.

"That's right, I just want to swallow up Kuncha's foundation in one go. I want to completely build my own underground world in Siam."

Du Weiguo was so angry and arrogant that Molan suddenly thought of a question:

"Du Weiguo, the Triangle is thousands of kilometers away from Pattaya, and you turned back in less than three days?

And during this period, you managed such a ground-breaking event, wouldn’t you have already killed Kun Za?”

Du Weiguo shook his head, his expression slightly proud:

"No, surrender without a fight, and a battle without bloodshed. This old boy Kuncha has lived in wealth and wealth for too long, and he cherishes his life very much, and he doesn't dare to fall out.

After the matters over the Triangle were initially finalized, I returned alone overnight, as I was quick and easy."

Mo Lan also knew that Du Weiguo's ability was far beyond ordinary people's and could not be measured by common sense, so he no longer struggled with this, but frowned and deduced it, and said in a hesitant tone:

"Wei Guo, even if Kun Za is willing to cooperate, I'm afraid I won't be able to maintain such a big scene with the little power Mr. Kui has on hand."

Du Weiguo's eyes showed unabashed admiration. It felt so comfortable to be able to think at the same frequency. He smiled and replied:

"Of course you can't just rely on him. After dealing with these brokers, the two helpers I left behind will have to form an elite combat unit in Siam. It's up to you to find the manpower."

Moran was inexplicably surprised: "Shopkeeper, do you want to form a combat unit in Siam? How big will it be?"

Du Weiguo smiled and nodded, with a brisk tone:

"Well, the initial scale is set at less than 500 people, and the goal is to form the most elite special mobile force comparable to the Green Berets.

After the combat unit is built, it will be stationed in Pattaya, Moran, and you have to find a way to get them a legal security company status."

Moran naturally understood that the so-called legal security companies were military contractors and mercenary companies. Her body was trembling slightly with excitement at this moment, and she was confident that she would take care of everything:

"No problem! I'll take care of this little thing, shopkeeper. When the critical moment comes, you still feel sorry for me. It's worth it."
To be continued...