The Favored Heiress
Chapter 462: Flame Alliance Bigshot

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Flame Alliance Bigshot

Anyway... a watch is not exactly a sophisticated device, and is rather simple to take apart.

At worst, she could just disassemble the anesthetic needle and use it on him... which would never be possible.

...

At five in the afternoon, using the excuse of having things to do at the research institute, Li Qiao successfully left the South Sea Mansion.

She didn’t drive the Mercedes G-Class, but instead took the Maybach back to her dormitory first, and then hurried to the airport at six thirty.

Meanwhile, in the north of the city, Gu Jin made a phone call to Shang Yu.

"Shaoyan, I heard that Tu Anliang took his men and collectively left South Sea yesterday. Has he truly handed over power, or..."

The man sat on the sofa, elegantly crossing his legs, a cigarette flickering between his fingers, his voice very low, "Don’t bother with him."

Gu Jin fell silent on the phone for a while, then reminded with a frown, "I’ve sent people to investigate, and he’s gone to Scarlet City at the Myanmar Border.

The border is an international grey area, and if he tries to make a move there, it might not be a big deal if he fails, but if he makes a name for himself, it could become problematic in the future.

You know, the forces at the border are complex and intertwined, with many international organizations setting roots there.

Is Tu Anliang seeking a gamble or a death wish?

I’m not worried about anything else, just afraid that if he gets on good terms with the powers there, it could pose a threat to us in South Sea."

Gu Jin is a very cautious person.

He has no intention of expanding his territory, but having pushed Tu Anliang out this time, he’s concerned the man might return in the future to affect his own interests.

At that moment, Shang Yu loosened his hold on the cigarette at his lips and replied with two words to Gu Jin’s lengthy discourse, "He won’t."

Gu Jin: "..."

Clearly, the Overlord was not in the mood for an extended conversation.

Feeling disheartened, Gu Jin touched his nose and hung up the phone.

In the living room, thin smoke wafted around the man as he stared deeply at the marble wall in front of him. After a moment, he commanded Liuyun, "Go check the power distribution in Scarlet City at the Myanmar Border."

The deeds of the Border Seven Sons, once active at the border, were no longer secret.

But the territory of the entire border was even larger than South Sea, and Li Qiao hadn’t told him why Tu Anliang was willing to go to Scarlet City.

In his memory, the Seven Sons’ influence wasn’t enough to cover the entire border, especially since they had disbanded a long time ago.

...

That evening at eight o’clock, a small Boeing business jet took off from South Sea Airport, destination: the Myanmar Border Crossing, Scarlet City.

Half an hour later, Wang Yue hurriedly walked into the Mansion’s living room and handed the iPad to Shang Yu, "Boss, there seems to be a problem with Miss Li’s location tracking."

The man glanced at him and saw the location display on the iPad, his eyes narrowing slightly, "What happened?"

Wang Yue was also perplexed. He zoomed in on the screen with two fingers and pointed at the red dot, "This location shows that Miss Li has been at South Sea Airport for over an hour now, and hasn’t moved at all.

Normally... it shouldn’t be a mistake with the location, but just to be sure, do you want me to take back the watch and have the tech team check it again?"

At the end of his words, Wang Yue felt a dark and piercing gaze fall on him.

He blinked and mumbled awkwardly, "That’s, uh, probably not quite appropriate, haha."

It was definitely not okay to ask for a gift back, which would blatantly tell someone that the watch contained not just an anesthetic needle but also a tracker.

Of course, it certainly wasn’t for tracking Miss Li’s movements; it was entirely for ensuring her safety.

Shang Yu withdrew his cold gaze, looked again at the location display, and said, "Ask the air traffic control department where flight FA312 is headed tonight."

The young girl must have left, and moreover... she had likely taken off the watch he gave her and left it in the car.

...

At eleven o’clock that night, in Scarlet City on the border.

Nestled in a lawless zone, don’t expect this city to be bustling with life.

Though rundown, compared to the thriving metropolis with homes awash in light, it was filled instead with the gaudy neon of decadence.

As night fell, inebriated vagrants could be seen sleeping off their drunken stupor in corners everywhere.

In the night market, flanked by buildings of various heights, even near midnight, the tents pitched in front of the shops were packed with people.

Here, there was no public security oversight, nor any legal constraints; whoever had the biggest clout ruled this place.

Before long, a black Jeep stopped at the entrance of the night market.

A slender figure in a black T-shirt and jeans got out of the car.

The dim streetlights on either side flickered occasionally, and that figure, approaching from the darkness, appeared especially frail with a fisherman’s hat and a mask on.

Under the tents in front of the stores of the night market, someone, bolstered by alcohol, hurled lewd comments at her in fluent Burmese.

Scarlet City was separated from Myanmar by just a wall, and the place was filled with refugees who had fled there.

A few seconds later, the girl headed towards a fried rice stall.

Seeing this, the voices of those teasing her gradually subsided.

Because along the hundred-meter-long night market, it was the only stall under a tent where a solitary figure sat.

Yes, just one person.

The girl took her seat, not knowing what they talked about, many eyes fixed on them, waiting for the next moment of upheaval to happen.

Not for anything else, but because the man sitting at the stall was from the Flame Alliance.

The largest ruling force in Scarlet City, the Flame Alliance.

But oddly enough, after the girl sat next to him, although their conversation couldn’t be heard, the atmosphere... seemed quite harmonious.

When did the big shot from the Flame Alliance become so good-tempered?

About half an hour later, the girl stood up, and casually pulled out a card from her pocket, tossing it on the table.

Everyone watched her gesture, and their eyelids twitched, indeed she tossed it, not handed it over.

This time, she was sure to have angered the other party.

However, the Flame Alliance bigwig, normally ready to throw punches rather than speak, scooped up the card from the table and shoved it into the camo pouch over his chest.

The next second, he finally raised his hand...

He got angry, he was angry, he was going to make a move!

Then, under the watchful eyes of all, that hand of the overlord slowly landed on the girl’s head, pressing down on her hat and giving it a couple of rubs.

The whole night market street: "???"

At that moment, the whole street was as quiet as if it had fallen into a deep sleep.

Everyone watched as the girl, impatiently swatting away the overlord’s hand, straightened her hat, furrowed her brow with a glare at the bigwig, and then... turned around and left.

What was the Flame Alliance bigshot doing? He scurried behind her, all the way to the Jeep.

The car lights came on, the bigwig’s lips moved, seemingly saying another sentence.

While sitting in the car, the girl leaned her elbow on the door, pulled off the hat from her head and threw it onto the passenger seat, glanced at the man outside the car, and replied in a light, indifferent voice in Burmese, "Pretend I’m idle enough to fancy getting a dukedom just for kicks."

The Jeep drove away, leaving behind the Flame Alliance overlord, who was feared by everyone in Scarlet City, standing there, watching for a long time.

Who could get such treatment from the overlord, was she his woman or... his overlord?