Chapter 49 Liu Yan: Dismantle All of Zhang Fan's Organs!

He brushed off the ropes binding him with a trace of annoyance and stood up.

"That damned bitch is craftier than a fox."

"I intended to capture her the moment she arrived."

"And now look—she still harbors suspicions."

Tian Xiao frowned deeply.

"Mr. Zhang Fan, in my view, it would be wise not to go to Northern Myanmar."

"That region is fractured by warlords and crisscrossed by powerful family syndicates, populated entirely by fraudsters."

"The industries there include, but are not limited to, fraud, organ trafficking, and human trafficking. It is exceedingly hazardous. Since she has fled to Northern Myanmar, we need only dispatch a few operatives to apprehend her."

Zhang Fan sneered, shook his head, and narrowed his eyes.

"The fact that she dared to go to Northern Myanmar implies she has certainly bribed certain figures there. Otherwise, given her temperament, she would never have willingly gone."

"Furthermore, with her cunning nature, the slightest hint of anomaly will cause her to flee for her life."

"Since this wretch has the audacity to go, I shall go and see her in person! Ideally, to ensure she remains in Northern Myanmar permanently."

With that, Zhang Fan issued a direct command.

"Let's go. We depart for Northern Myanmar immediately."

Deeply concerned, Tian Xiao agreed while casting a glance toward several of her subordinates.

Those special forces operatives nodded imperceptibly and withdrew one by one to report the situation to the higher-ups in the capital.

One of the operatives soon returned, stepping close to Tian Xiao's ear.

"Have no fear. The heavyweights have already reached out to the major families of Northern Myanmar."

"Whoever dares to lay a hand on Mr. Zhang Fan will find themselves uprooted entirely."

Only then did Tian Xiao feel a measure of reassurance.

Although all of them were armed with conventional firearms, Northern Myanmar was excessively chaotic, and firearms were in no short supply there.

If she failed to secure Zhang Fan's safety, she would be the first to wish for death.

Escorted by Tian Xiao and a multitude of elite operatives, Zhang Fan and Zhu Qing'an entered Northern Myanmar before long.

The clock struck noon.

The Bai Family estate in Northern Myanmar.

This was a colossal villa with interior decor resembling a palace.

The perimeter was guarded by over a hundred armed patrollers.

Surveillance cameras were ubiquitous.

Sitting inside the villa, Liu Yan looked at the man before her with deep emotion.

"Bai Xiaoxiao, who would have thought you were actually the second young master of the Bai family!"

"Back when we were studying, you were such an inconspicuous wallflower."

"You never revealed your background to any of us."

The young man seated before Liu Yan wore an expression of adoration, though he did not dare display it too overtly.

Bai Xiaoxiao had fancied Liu Yan since their junior high school days, never daring to confess his feelings even by the time they graduated from high school.

He could not help but sigh with emotion.

"I didn't realize back then how powerful my family truly was."

"Had I known earlier, I might have had the courage to express my feelings to you, and we could have been together."

"You wouldn't have had to marry that idiot Zhang Fan, ugh!"

As he spoke, his emotions stirred, his face flushed slightly, and he tightly grasped Liu Yan's hand.

"Rest assured, now that someone has managed to capture Zhang Fan alive, I care nothing for his background."

"In this territory of Northern Myanmar, our Bai family holds the supreme authority; whoever comes makes no difference!"

"The moment he shows his face, he can dream of ever leaving Northern Myanmar!"

The corners of Liu Yan's mouth curled upward, her eyes flashing with lethal intent and hatred as she narrowed them.

"I am not yet certain whether he has actually been captured."

"Regardless, he will certainly come. He hates me to the marrow of his bones now—that goes without saying."

"I beg you to treat him well, Xiaoxiao! I want to make him suffer agonizing torments, drain every penny from his pockets, and then dismantle him to be sold across the globe!"

Bai Xiaoxiao burst into laughter.

"That's easy enough!"

Then, he gazed at Liu Yan with deep, sorrowful affection.

"A kind-hearted girl like you was actually driven by Zhang Fan to the point of wanting him dead."

"Liu Yan, I can scarcely imagine what you endured during the ten years of your marriage to him."

"Stay here in Northern Myanmar, remain with the Bai family, and I shall take good care of you!"

Liu Yan was somewhat flattered. Permitting Bai Xiaoxiao to wrap an arm around her waist, a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Do you not despise me?"

"After all, I was married to Zhang Fan and bore his child."

"A woman who has been married twice finds it exceedingly difficult to remarry, you know."

Seeing that Liu Yan showed no intention of rebuffing him, Bai Xiaoxiao grew bolder in his speech.

"How could I ever despise you? Throughout my childhood, you were the moonlight in my heart."

"Rest assured! The moment you marry me, I promise to handle Zhang Fan so thoroughly he won't know what hit him."

"I said it before: the moment he sets foot here, he will never leave Northern Myanmar! Both he and his woman will stay, drained of their very last drop of blood!"

Liu Yan's eyes lit up with excitement. Purposefully reaching out to stroke Bai Xiaoxiao's chest, she cast a bewitching and seductive look.

"Very well!"

"The moment you capture him, I am yours."

Hearing this, Bai Xiaoxiao was thrilled beyond measure.

The sole reason he had refrained from forcing himself upon Liu Yan earlier was his awareness that she was currently the girlfriend of the Rothschild family heir.

If he used force, Logan's influence would ensure he was either killed or crippled.

Yet if Liu Yan offered herself willingly, the situation changed entirely!

Oh, Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan!

Come then!

The moment you dare step into Northern Myanmar, or allow yourself to be dragged here,

you are fucking dead!

Meanwhile.

Zhang Fan sneezed as he sat in the car, frowning slightly.

"Which bastard is talking behind my back?"

Though he had arrived in this notorious zone of terror, where armed family patrols swarmed the streets, no trace of panic could be discerned on his face.

Even Zhu Qing'an remained utterly composed.

Having hailed from a great aristocratic lineage, she had witnessed grand scenes aplenty.

In contrast, Tian Xiao appeared somewhat nervous—not out of fear for herself, but out of anxiety for Zhang Fan's safety.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Fan stepped out of the vehicle with Zhu Qing'an, rubbing his stomach.

"Having traveled for so long, I'm quite hungry. Let's find a place to eat."

Zhu Qing'an looked at him with admiration, gently linking her arm through his.

"Brother, you are truly amazing."

"Ordinary people arriving in a place teeming with criminals would have trembling knees by now."

"Yet you still have the mood to eat."

With a playful, mocking smile, Zhang Fan shook his head slightly.

"What else? Be afraid? Those two words do not exist in my dictionary."

"Let's go."

"There's a changfen shop up ahead. Let's check it out."

The group entered the changfen restaurant. The glamorous female owner, currently playing on her phone, looked up and stared at Zhang Fan and Zhu Qing'an in astonishment.

"You... judging by your appearance, you must be from Huaxia?"

"My goodness, being from Huaxia, you actually dare to come to Northern Myanmar."

"You certainly have nerve!"

Ordinarily, Huaxia visitors required heavy private armed escorts to dare venture here.

Yet seeing that Zhang Fan and his companions wore ordinary attire and hardly looked like formidable figures,

the female owner was profoundly shocked.

With a chuckle, Zhang Fan nodded at her and slammed a thousand-yuan bill onto the table.

"Serve a bowl of changfen for each of us."

As a local of Northern Myanmar with certain connections in the area, the female owner managed to maintain her business.

She promptly pocketed the cash and scurried to the back kitchen to have the food prepared for Zhang Fan and his group.

Since Zhang Fan was accompanied by over a hundred people, fitting them around a single table was impossible; they seated themselves in tactical positions best suited to protect Zhang Fan and Zhu Qing'an.

Some even stood beneath the trees, chatting casually while keeping a constant, vigilant watch over the surroundings.

Though they were the finest special forces operatives Huaxia had to offer—capable of taking on dozens single-handedly—their nerves remained taut.

After all, the streets were far too densely packed with firearms.

As Zhang Fan and Zhu Qing'an conversed, a dozen slouching street thugs with bulging waistlines sauntered in.

The lead young punk locked eyes with Zhu Qing'an, his gaze locking instantly as he grinned and sidled up to them.

"Beauty, care to drop your phone number?"

"I'm with the Bai family. Follow me, and I guarantee you'll live in luxury!"