Seeing Milo walking slowly towards him, Moridi's heart was filled with emotions. He didn't show any signs of strangeness in front of Wu Gang, but pretended to be calm and nodded: "We had some friendship before."
"Mr. Mo unexpectedly met a friend. You guys find a place to chat. I have nothing serious to do here." Wu Gang was very considerate and supported Mr. Mo to meet his friend.
The Bashi family lost a large number of young people they had trained in one night. The personal bodyguards of the leader of the Bashi family were almost all slaughtered, leaving them extremely short of manpower.
It also takes time to train bodyguards, and the response ability of the bodyguards temporarily selected to be taken out is not satisfactory. Wu Gang usually asks Mr. Mo to accompany him when he goes to and from the Jade Field.
Mr. Mo is a talented person. Wu Gang hopes that he can serve him for a long time, so naturally he pays special attention to him and loves his friends very much.
Moriti refused, because he didn't know Milo's purpose, and it was not appropriate to fall out. He could only thank Mr. Gang with a grateful face for his thoughtfulness and tolerance, told the four bodyguards of the Bashi family a few words, and walked towards the smiling man.
Milo.
Thanks to the children, Milo's eyesight was exceptionally good because he took detox pills. Even though they were several meters away, the expressions of Moridi and Wu Gang were as if they were under a magnifying glass, and their micro-expressions were very clear.
He saw Moridi's natural reaction when his expression stiffened for a moment when he discovered him, and he could naturally guess that Moridi was wary and afraid of him.
He and Moridi have been together for many years, and they know each other's details. His skills and shooting skills are better than Moridi's. Moridi also knows this very well. He took advantage of him when he was extremely tired and unprepared at Shennong Mountain.
Sometimes he would do evil things to him.
If he were not weak, Moriti's chance of succeeding in a sneak attack would only be half.
Based on his many years of understanding, Milo knew that Moridi had entered a state of high concentration against the enemy. Still as if he didn't know it, he walked forward quickly and opened his arms in a hug gesture when he was still two meters away.
"..." Moridi was extremely shocked when he saw Milo hugging him intimately and unpreparedly every time he returned from a mission.
He stabbed Milo, but his... appearance and expression didn't look like the attitude toward a life-or-death enemy. Did he forget it, or was he too good at hiding his emotions?
He knew Milo. Milo could never hide his emotions in front of him and his godfather, even if he deliberately hid them. He could tell the truth and lies at a glance.
Milo didn't care about him at all. It's only possible that something happened in the middle and he forgot what happened in Shennong Mountain.
With countless questions hidden in his heart, Moriti walked over, hugged Milo, and made himself forget the unpleasant past. He pretended to be happy and asked: "Miro, I didn't expect to meet you here. When did you become interested in the origin of jade?"
Huh? Are you here alone, or are you traveling with a group?"
"I came here with a few friends, but we separated temporarily because of different preferences." Miró gave Moriti a warm hug and kissed each other warmly.
He could feel that Moridi was very unnatural and his muscles were stiff, but he didn't care.
After three meetings, Milo held Moriti's shoulders intimately and asked happily: "The godfather said that you retired early and immigrated to Myanmar to live permanently. Is it true?"
Moriti understood that the godfather Miró mentioned was not the baptismal godfather named by Miró, but the head of their organization. People in the organization, regardless of age or seniority in the organization, would all call the leader "godfather".
Being forcibly hugged by the shoulders, he felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't force himself to break away. Hearing Milo mention the leader of the organization again, he couldn't guess what Milo wanted to say, so he responded in a low voice: "Yes, I am injured.
It has an impact on all aspects. If you retire early, the pace of life in this country is slow and suitable for retirement."
"You were injured, when?" Milo let go of his arms in shock and looked at Moridi nervously.
"It's the injury I suffered six years ago." He told a lie, and Moridi forced himself to justify it.
"Oh, no wonder, you have never returned to China, you are just recovering here, right?" Milo helped find a reason, and then hugged Moridi's shoulders intimately: "Come on, let's find a place
Let’s talk, there is a B&B here, the host’s cooking is very special, I will take you to taste it.”
Moridi had no resistance in his heart, he didn't really want to talk!
Unfortunately, Milo was still as enthusiastic as ever, and forced him to go to a certain B&B. He even talked enthusiastically about how the B&B was and how delicious the bamboo tube rice with bacon made by the owner was.
Milo obviously didn't seem to have a certain memory. Moridi was afraid that if he refused too much, it would be self-defeating. He also wanted to learn something from Milo, so he was dragged away half-heartedly.
Milo actually dragged Moriti to a B&B, which was one of the better ones among the houses on both sides of the street in Pagan Market. It had a relatively wide corridor, nets were tied between the pillars to serve as hammocks, and tables and chairs were also placed.
There is nothing better than sitting on the verandah and watching the scenery on the street.
It was only mid-morning, still early before noon.
Milo didn't care so much, and happily made a reservation for lunch from the host, specifically requesting to have locally raised chicken and pineapple rice for lunch.
The host received the deposit from the guest, happily boiled a pot of boiling water and put some local fruits on the porch. Then he called his son to his wife, went to catch chickens, went to another house to buy fish and ham, and made lunch.
The owners of the house went to work, and Milo made scented tea and sipped tea with Moridi.
After drinking half a cup of tea, he got back to the topic: "Moriti, during that job six years ago, I was seriously injured, but my life was saved. When I left the mountain when I could walk, everything was over.
I thought you should go back. After I returned to China, I met my godfather and found out that you were missing. My godfather said that you had quit. What happened that time and why did you leave so suddenly?
Don't say that you are seriously injured and are not suitable to stay any longer. We have lived together for so many years. I will know at a glance whether your physical condition has been affected or whether your reaction ability has deteriorated.
If you really don’t want to do this anymore, your godfather won’t force you to stay, but why didn’t you even tell me when you left, and why didn’t you contact me in the past few years?
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! No one told me what happened that year, and you left suddenly. I tortured my godfather for a long time, and he was so exhausted that he told me that you had moved to Myanmar.
I have come to see you several times."
It was seen that there was nothing wrong with his body. Moridi's pretended calm expression stiffened and he sighed in embarrassment: "The past is in the past, there is no need to mention it again."
"But I want to know the truth." Milo was stubborn.
"..." Moridi, who was already feeling guilty after being stared at by Milo, forced himself to maintain his composure and showed a helpless smile: "I don't know exactly what happened in Shennong Mountain that time.
He was trapped in the mountains for eight days without being killed and almost starved to death.
At that time, I saw the most tragic scene in my life, and after experiencing so much, I felt that being alive was the greatest happiness, so I quit and chose to retire in this slow-paced country."
"Don't you know the truth? Or do you know it, but you don't want to tell it for some reason? Or, you can't tell it?" Milo's beautiful blue eyes were full of confusion and persistence.
"I really don't know." Moriti finally confirmed that Milo really had no memory of stabbing him. It is unclear whether that memory was forgotten due to an accident after he was injured, or whether he was forgotten under hypnosis.
At present, it is certain that Milo poses no threat to him.
If Milo forgot a memory due to an accident, the godfather does not know what he did, and it can explain why he did not go back, and the godfather did not issue a wanted order to hunt him down all over the world.
He knew that the Godfather had sent people to Myanmar to look for him. Judging from various signs, the people sent by the Godfather showed no signs of hunting him down, but were only looking for his whereabouts.
The godfather did not issue a wanted order to hunt him down, which also means that he did not know what ambitions he had had. He may have thought that he had to disappear for some reason.
If the godfather had someone hypnotize Milo to make him forget a memory, he would know that he was stabbing people in his organization for power and would not let him go. After all, the dead are the safest people.
If this is the case, he can just use Milo to understand the trends of the organization. If it is beneficial to him, he can return to the organization at the right time. With Milo covering for him, he should be able to sit at the top of the organization in a few years.
A golden chair.
After thinking about it for a few times, Moridi's tense nerves slowly relaxed.
"Moridi, I think you don't want to say it." Milo studied Moridi's micro-expressions, guessed some of his thoughts from the changes in his eyes, and knew where his bottom line was.
"Miro, we are brothers who share weal and woe. When have I deliberately lied to you? When have I not told you anything I can tell you?" Moridi had an idea in his mind and spoke deliberately vaguely.
"I guessed it right. You really know the truth, but you can't tell it. Forget it, I won't ask. You can tell me when you can tell it." Milo took a step back in an understanding manner.
"Thank you, Milo is still the cutest little brother in my heart." Moridi reached out his hand and made a move as if he wanted to pat the other person's shoulder but felt it was inappropriate to put down his hand.
"Moridi, are you really ready to settle here and not go back?"
Faced with Milo's unintentional question, Moridi calmed down and whispered: "I'm not planning to go back at the moment."
Just because you're not planning to go back yet doesn't mean you won't go back.
This is the art of speaking.
Moreover, Moriti knew Miro's character very well. If he said this, if Miro was still the same Miro, he would definitely understand that he is not going back now and will return to the organization when he wants to go back.
"Oh, you can go back when you want to. I'm also planning to go to China to find a place with pleasant scenery to live for a few years. My godfather is in good health and he can live to be a hundred years old. With my godfather here, we don't need to worry.
Why not take the opportunity to enjoy a few years of freedom?"
Milo's reaction was as expected. Moridi breathed a sigh of relief, then his heart sank. Did Milo mean that the godfather's body was fine?
